Although Wang Zhen thought it was impossible for Zhang Jie to know how he had entered Infinite Space, he still felt there was a lot to learn from Zhang Jie's example. He just had no proof!
Still, Zhang Jie's extremely perfunctory, bare-bones explanation was more than enough for a cheater like Wang Zhen! With Zhang Jie's explanation, he could openly claim that he'd received Zhang Jie's true teachings on the Gene Lock! Of course, whether Zhang Jie would still be around by then was another question. Wang Zhen thought it was absolutely perfect.
Zheng Zha really was the Main God's son. He'd managed to unlock the Gene Lock to this extent on only his second try. The backlash had been so intense and severe that he'd spent a while convulsing like someone having an epileptic seizure, yet he recovered without Zhang Jie or Wang Zhen offering even the slightest help!
His physical strength and recovery ability were so formidable that Wang Zhen didn't think even the so-called C-Rank Mutant Vampire Bloodline could compare. If Zheng Zha had endured the backlash, then pulled out a bucket of virgin blood marked "10 liters" and gulped it all down, immediately recovering until he was lively and full of energy, Wang Zhen would have found it perfectly reasonable. But Zheng Zha had exchanged for a Mutant Vampire Bloodline from the Main God, whose main selling point was that it didn't require drinking blood and offered immunity to things like ultraviolet light, garlic, and holy water. So to withstand the Gene Lock's backlash and recover within minutes without drinking blood to boost his recovery—Zheng Zha's physical resilience truly made Wang Zhen green with envy!
Wang Zhen had good reason to believe that even if he went back and exchanged for the exact same Double C-Rank Mutant Vampire Lineage and Intermediate Internal Energy Enhancement as Zheng Zha, there was an eighty- or ninety-percent chance he still wouldn't have Zheng Zha's recovery ability.
So there was no doubt Zheng Zha was the Main God's son!
The only question was whether he was the real deal or adopted!
When Zheng Zha finally stopped convulsing and slowly opened his eyes, Wang Zhen thought he saw a flash of scarlet light. It vanished in an instant, and even he thought he might have imagined it.
Imagined it? I may not have enhanced my body, but I've performed Human Transmutation four times in a row, offering sacrifices to communicate with the Gate of Truth and wringing benefits out of it. My mental strength has grown by leaps and bounds. From this close, I couldn't have imagined it. Wang Zhen looked at Zheng Zha, who seemed even more delicate and beautiful, his face pale, and couldn't help wondering.
"Zheng Zha, how do you feel? Get moving and check that you're okay! I know this might sound harsh, but you need to pull yourself together. There are only three of us left. If you don't get it together, we're all going to die here!" Seeing Zhang Jie's gloomy expression and that he had no intention of speaking, Wang Zhen had to encourage Zheng Zha himself.
Zheng Zha had recovered, but his spirits were clearly low. Especially when he turned and saw that Zhan Lan had died, though her face looked peaceful, as if she were asleep. The Xenomorph's blow through her chest had clearly been swift and precise, piercing her heart and killing her instantly. She hadn't experienced the pain and terror of being chewed up and eaten alive by a Xenomorph. But regardless, Zhan Lan was dead.
And she'd died right beside Zheng Zha. He felt guilty for failing to protect her. The self-reproach made him feel utterly helpless and useless. He couldn't even protect a girl who had a crush on him!
Wang Zhen's words had been harsh, but they hadn't done much good! When it came to psychological manipulation, Wang Zhen was no match for Zhang Jie. His words only got Zheng Zha to nod in agreement; they didn't help him pull himself together.
"Brother Zhang, don't blame yourself either! Hurry and talk some sense into Zheng Zha. There are only three of us now. If the Xenomorph comes back, we'll all die!" Seeing that his pep talk had been useless, Wang Zhen realized his skills were still too low-level, so he had no choice but to let Zhang Jie handle it.
It worked. After being told twice that they'd all die if they didn't pull themselves together, Zhang Jie finally snapped out of it. After all, Zhang Jie had the strongest desire to survive. He glanced thoughtfully at the dejected Zheng Zha, realizing that watching Zhan Lan die right beside him had hit him hard. So, after getting his own emotions in order, the master of psychological manipulation began working on Zheng Zha. With a piece of verbal artistry worthy of a master, he finally got Zheng Zha to shake off his despair and pull himself together.
After seeing Zheng Zha rally, Wang Zhen made an excuse to look around a nearby room. When he came back, he was carrying two oversized claw hammers. Zhang Jie and Zheng Zha both stared in surprise. Clearly, neither of them had expected Wang Zhen to find something like that.
In fact, how could Wang Zhen have found them?
He'd simply made an excuse to get away from the two of them and used Alchemy to make two oversized claw hammers.
Wang Zhen had actually wanted to make a pair of kukris, Type 63 Bayonets, Gerber Mark IIs, Kizlyar Phoenix Knives, Cold Steel Machetes, EX-T01 battle axes, Spyderco Hawkbill Axes, and other weapons. But since this was an industrial spaceship, not a military warship, it would have been hard to explain where he got such obvious military weapons. A claw hammer, on the other hand, was a common tool, so it was perfectly reasonable for him to find two in the corner of a room.
The two one-piece claw hammers he'd brought out were a little oversized, each weighing a full five kilograms. But humanity had already ventured into space and was mining on other planets. It was perfectly reasonable for a hammer to be a bit larger in the future.
"Zheng Zha, I saw you having a hard time fighting that Xenomorph barehanded, so I thought I'd find you something to use. And what do you know, you're in luck—someone left two hammers on the floor! Make do with them. They're better than bare hands, anyway!" Wang Zhen handed the two hammers to Zheng Zha.
"Thanks! I'll take the lead. Keep an eye on our flanks, and Brother Zhang can bring up the rear. His pistols have good range!" Zheng Zha hefted the hammers, feeling grateful to Wang Zhen. Sure, that guy had stolen his kill earlier, but he'd only been trying to help. What was wrong with that?
Wang Zhen had no objections to Zheng Zha's arrangement. There were only three of them left, and Zheng Zha was definitely the tank, taking point and drawing aggro. Zhang Jie, that sly old fox, was carrying two infinite-ammo Desert Eagles and pretending to be a hunter. Wang Zhen was too frail to be an off-tank, and he couldn't heal anyone, so all he could do was be a pure DPS and focus on dealing damage.
Now it all depended on the range and level of Zheng Zha's taunt aura!
Hopefully, a Xenomorph would come rushing over to deliver a present soon!
Zheng Zha rallied himself, gently picked up Zhan Lan, and laid her on the bed in the next room. Before leaving, he straightened her clothes and brushed the strands of hair from her face, the very picture of a tender-hearted gentleman.
Then Zheng Zha gripped the two oversized claw hammers and strode forward, murderous and ready for battle, into the corridor the Xenomorph Wang Zhen had killed earlier had come from...
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