Fu Zeyu held a bowl and chopsticks that had been scalded with boiling water.
He could not help but sigh.
He truly had not experienced such a primitive way of living in a very long time.
Fortunately, Contract Anomalists were highly capable when it came to practical skills.
If it had been his former self—the college student who had yet to become a Contract Anomalist—he would probably have been completely at a loss by now.
He had to thank all the instructors at Headquarters for their intensive training.
These skills really did come in handy.
He took a sip of the cooled boiled water, filled with emotion.
Once he got back and had some free time, he would definitely write a book called As a Contract Anomalist, I Traveled Back to Ancient Times.
I, Master of All Practical Skills, Struggled to Survive in Ancient Times.
On My Two or Three Tales of Extreme Survival in Ancient Times.
Whether it made money did not matter. He mainly just wanted to write it.
After all, with his current basic benefits, he could barely spend all the money he had.
Many Contract Anomalists were like this. When they were first issued newcomer benefits, they would spend it all on cars and houses, or luxury goods they had once wanted but could not afford, or game consoles.
Not to mention that every mission he went on came with an additional bonus.
But after a few months, once their mission bonuses had piled up...
They had basically bought everything they needed and enjoyed everything they could... Headquarters not only had top-tier facilities, but also provided the finest food, lodging, and clothing. Some things that could not be bought outside no matter how much money one had could be found everywhere here.
Contract Anomalists could even