Awakening Past Life Memories, Hundred Billion Subsidy Goes Online! (Seeking Collections and Follows)

"Old Six! You're insane!"

"He's with the Security Bureau!"

Qin Annian listened to the unfamiliar words drifting toward him, feeling as if his head were splitting apart.

Endless darkness surged like a tide, threatening to drag him into eternal, silent death.

"He's just a temp at the Security Bureau; if he's dead, he's dead!"

Another savage voice spoke, laced with intense madness.

This caused a surge of instinctive, deep-seated hostility to well up from the bottom of Qin Annian's heart.

"Aren't these temps just here to be scapegoats? Who would care if one or two of them died?"

"If he really had connections, he wouldn't still be a temp!"

"Besides, if we sell the body to Lingyun Pharmaceuticals, no one will ever find out, and we can get three hundred Federation Credits!"

"It's worth way more than this cargo!"

"If you're too scared to take the money, then damn it, I'll take it all for myself!"

Faint, sobbing sounds rose and fell nearby.

As the sharp pain eased slightly, strange yet familiar memories began to flood in.

Qin Annian, male, eighteen years old.

From Taiyu City, a temp at the Security Bureau.

No, that's not right!

Other, completely different memory fragments flickered like a revolving lantern.

Qin Annian, Chinese.

Male, twenty-eight years old.

After graduating from a second-tier university, he spent two years as a corporate slave in a big city, eventually unable to bear the weight of the work and the brainwashing of his superiors, he quit to pursue a more noble ideal.

He applied to teach in a remote, impoverished mountain area.

In just one year.

He realized that no noble ideal could withstand the reality of having no money.

Fortunately, Pinduoduo had emerged by then, specializing in the budget market.

This relieved much of the pressure in Qin Annian's life.

Suddenly.

The images came to an abrupt halt.

The final scene.

After he paid for a batch of exercise books, his heart, exhausted from nearly a week of pulling all-nighters, finally gave out, and after his vision went black, he never opened his eyes again.

"At least I paid for them."

"Those exercise books and extracurricular readers should arrive at the school soon."

The tangled, chaotic memories left his mind in a state of total confusion.

After a long while.

He finally accepted the reality that he had transmigrated and had only just awakened the memories of his past life.

"In this life, I'm an orphan who failed the martial arts exam for university, and it was only through great difficulty and pulling strings that I managed to get a temp job at the Public Security Bureau."

Qin Annian began to gradually organize the fragments in his mind.

This is an interstellar high-martial era where technology and martial arts coexist.

But ordinary people find it extremely difficult to leave their home planet, or even their own city, for their entire lives.

For commoners without a background, practicing martial arts is the only path to break free from a destiny they can see the end of at a single glance.

Martial arts are infinite; my body is unconstrained.

A powerful obsession churned within his mind.

Swish!

Qin Annian snapped his eyes open!

Haa!

Haa!

His chest heaved rapidly as Qin Annian gasped for air.

Using the dim light, he scanned his surroundings.

In the filthy, abandoned factory, there was stagnant sewage everywhere, along with rusted mechanical arms reeking of decay.

Under the iron rack not far away.

A group of ragged children huddled together like terrified little beasts.

Before his recent memories could even clear, characters suddenly flickered into view before his eyes.

[10 Billion Subsidy is now live, newcomers can enjoy a first-order discount!]

Hmm?

Qin Annian couldn't help but rub his eyes vigorously.

Is the 10 Billion Subsidy still chasing me?

[Subsidizable technique: Xingyi Cannon Fist.]

[Subsidizable technique: Iron Man Stance.]

Before Qin Annian could recover his senses.

More transparent characters appeared one after another.

The memories associated with them were also unearthed in his mind.

Xingyi Cannon Fist was a lethal martial art he had practiced after joining the Public Security Bureau.

As for the Iron Man Stance, it was a widely circulated standing meditation method that was the easiest for ordinary people to access.

In order to apply for the Martial Arts University.

For ten years, regardless of the bitter winter or scorching summer, he would wake up at four in the morning every day.

He would spend four hours practicing the stance.

Until his legs shook and he was completely exhausted.

But unfortunately.

In the end, he still failed the martial arts entrance exam.

"Techniques can be subsidized too?"

"What on earth is this?"

"After the subsidy, what is the use?"

For a moment.

Qin Annian's attention was entirely focused on this panel.

He didn't even notice footsteps gradually approaching from outside the factory building.

Creak!

The rusted gate with its creaky bearings was pushed open, and the ear-piercing sound echoed throughout the factory.

In an instant.

The whimpering stopped abruptly.

The colorful neon lights illuminating the sky in the distance were too stingy to cast a single ray of light here.

Only the dim light from a nearby streetlamp made the factory a little brighter.

One fat and one thin man walked into the factory.

Because they were backlit, Qin Annian couldn't see their faces clearly.

But Qin Annian could still barely see that both of their arms had undergone varying degrees of mechanical implant modification.

Hiss!

A chill surged straight to his scalp.

He finally remembered.

What exactly had happened here.

As a temporary worker who had joined the Security Bureau more than two months ago, he had been assigned to maintain order in the old factory district.

Just this morning.

He had received an anonymous tip-off letter.

Someone was conducting a black market trade in human organs at the abandoned nutrient solution bottling plant.

But after he reported this news to Zhao Daming, the officer in charge of this area.

The latter had stated that this was definitely just a prank.

The new mayor of Taiyu City had taken office half a year ago.

He had issued a series of policies that effectively cracked down on various illegal and criminal activities.

Now that Taiyu City was peaceful and prosperous, how could such a shocking thing happen?

He had even secretly warned Qin Annian not to cause him any trouble.

Otherwise.

The consequences were something Qin Annian could not afford.

"But if I can perform a meritorious deed, I can become a permanent employee at the Security Bureau."

Gritting his teeth, Qin Annian came to investigate the situation alone.

After all.

As a temporary worker who could be laid off at any moment, it was difficult enough just to survive in this era.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

The sound of rubber soles dragging against the ground drew closer.

"Huh?"

Suddenly.

A burst of red light flickered.

"Hmph!"

A cold sneer escaped the thin man's lips.

A mechanical eye flowing with red light was staring fixedly at Qin Annian, who lay on the ground.

"Officer Qin." His words carried a cold, mocking tone, his voice filled with killing intent: "Why are you still lying down now that you're awake?"

Cough, cough!

Qin Annian braced himself against the ground, leaning on the mechanical arm pedestal behind him to stand up.

His mind raced, frantically flashing through ways to escape.

"I am with the Security Bureau."

His throat felt as if it were clogged with blood, and Qin Annian's voice was extremely hoarse.

Even with every breath, his chest burned with a searing pain.

He remembered now.

He had been ambushed by the thin man.

A punch to the chest had driven his ribs into his lungs, causing blood to back up into his throat.

In the end, he had fallen to the ground and died in agony.

However.

Ever since he awakened the memories of his past life.

These fatal wounds on his body had miraculously vanished.

He was still incredibly weak, though.

There's a mole.

Someone leaked my whereabouts.

Qin Annian gritted his teeth in secret, swearing that once he returned, he would find the mole and pay them back in blood!

"If you kill me, none of you will be able to escape."

The thin man covered his face with one hand, tilting his head back in a manic laugh.

The red light of his mechanical eye flickered rapidly.

"Do you really think of yourself as an officer?"

"Just a little pest, and you want to use my brother and me to claim credit?"

"You don't know when you're beaten!"

The thin man lunged forward violently.

The metal arm, glinting with cold light, emitted a deafening roar as its internal engine engaged.

It was this very punch.

That had sent Qin Annian, who possessed ten years of martial arts training, to his death.

Unlike pure martial arts practitioners who improved their cultivation through long-term accumulation.

These types of augmenters, who replaced flesh and blood with machinery, could gain a massive boost in combat power in a very short time.

Initially.

This bio-mechanical augmentation technology was born when human civilization first stepped into the stars.

To adapt to the harsh environments outside their home planet.

The soldiers sent on expeditions were all subjected to moderate mechanical implant modifications.

However.

Gaining immense power in a short time requires paying a heavy price.

The first batch of modified soldiers had an average lifespan of no more than sixty years.

Furthermore, it was highly likely that after a certain period, severe rejection would occur, making life for the modified subject worse than death.

Therefore.

This surgery had long been strictly prohibited by the Federation after the emergence of cultivation methods.

Yet, in places where human footprints could reach, the application of this illegal technology could still be seen.

The air in front of him seemed to be compressing.

Qin Annian's eyes narrowed sharply, his muscles tensing instinctively.

Years of martial arts experience caused his feet to spread slightly, settling into the Iron Man Stance by muscle memory.

His fist had only just been raised to his chest.

BOOM!

A mechanical fist glinting with cold light smashed down fiercely!

BANG!

As expected, Qin Annian was sent flying backward like a ragdoll.

His spine slammed into the mechanical arm pedestal.

The pain of cracking bones threatened to tear him apart.

"Hahaha!"

The skinny man's mouth stretched to his ears, his expression extremely exaggerated.

"A little brat who just walked out of school, thinking you're some one-of-a-kind protagonist in life?"

He stepped forward, grabbing Qin Annian by the collar and hoisting him up.

"A temp worker does a great job, gets promoted to a peacekeeper, and then rises to fame and fortune."

The mocking voice suddenly paused.

Then it became even more ferocious:

"You need to know!"

"Mud under the feet will always be mud under the feet!"

"A stray dog like you, how dare you indulge in such delusional fantasies?"

VROOM!

The built-in engine roared.

The skinny man's fist was raised high.

In a daze.

The ferocity in Qin Annian's heart was completely ignited.

"Screw you!"

He slammed his forehead forward.

BANG!

A dull sound echoed through the dilapidated factory.

Even though the skinny man had undergone modification surgery, he didn't have the money to install titanium alloy in his brain.

In a momentary daze, he loosened his grip.

Qin Annian stumbled backward.

At the same time.

He looked at the scarlet text that remained reflected in his eyes, despite his vision blurring from the blood trickling down.

"Allocate."

"Allocate it all to Xingyi Cannon Fist."

[Congratulations to the host, you have obtained 300 years of cultivation in Xingyi Cannon Fist.]

CRACKLE!

Faintly.

Qin Annian even seemed to see colorful fireworks exploding all around him.

Deep space.

In a desolate, abyssal void.

A light suddenly ignited, instantly illuminating the surroundings!

In an instant.

The accretion disk of the black hole, brilliant to the point of extremity, revealed its vast form.

Before the incomparably massive black hole.

A figure clad in deep blue combat attire turned to gaze into the deep void.

Prior to this.

He had actually eclipsed even the radiance of that unsolvable celestial body!

"Heh."

Sound cannot travel in a vacuum.

Yet this figure himself was a miracle.

He was a god in the eyes of countless living beings!

"Which fellow traveler has set this test for me?"

His gaze seemed capable of piercing the galaxy, yet he could never find the source of the causality.

"Since that is the case."

He nodded, lowering his brow.

"Is this move, Army Breaker, with thirty thousand years of cultivation, to your satisfaction?"

He threw a punch.

It was as if the light from ten thousand star-annihilating cannons had converged into a single point!

The blinding light covered everything!

In an instant.

The black hole twisted, collapsed, and tore apart!