I'm a Glass Cannon, Only Good for DPS

Although Wang Zhen believed it impossible for Zhang Jie to know how he had entered the Infinite Space, he always felt there was profound meaning behind Zhang Jie's example, even if he lacked the evidence.

However, Zhang Jie's extremely perfunctory, brief explanation was more than enough for a cheater like Wang Zhen. With this explanation, he could openly claim in the future that he had received the true teachings of the Gene Lock from Zhang Jie himself. Of course, whether Zhang Jie would still be around by then was another matter, and to Wang Zhen, that sounded absolutely perfect.

Zheng Zha was truly the son of the Main God; to unlock the Gene Lock to this extent on his second attempt, and to endure such intense, severe backlash only to have it manifest as an immersive performance of a seizure, was incredible. He didn't even need the slightest bit of help from Zhang Jie or Wang Zhen to recover on his own.

Such powerful physical constitution and recovery ability seemed unlikely even for the so-called Double C-Rank Mutant Vampire Lineage, in Wang Zhen's opinion. If Zheng Zha had pulled out a 10-liter bucket labeled "Virgin Blood" while suffering the backlash, chugged it down, and immediately bounced back to full health, Wang Zhen would have found that perfectly reasonable. But the Mutant Vampire Lineage Zheng Zha exchanged for from the Main God was specifically marketed as not needing to drink blood and being immune to ultraviolet light, garlic, and holy water. Therefore, being able to resist the Gene Lock backlash and recover in minutes without drinking blood was a level of physical strength that made Wang Zhen envious, jealous, and hateful.

Because Wang Zhen had reason to believe that even if he returned and exchanged for the exact same Double C-Rank Mutant Vampire Lineage and Intermediate Internal Energy Enhancement as Zheng Zha, he would likely lack this level of recovery.

So, there was no doubt about it: Zheng Zha was the son of the Main God!

The only question was whether he was the biological son or the adopted one.

When Zheng Zha finally stopped twitching and slowly opened his eyes, Wang Zhen didn't know if it was his imagination, but he saw a flash of scarlet blood-light that vanished in an instant, making him wonder if his eyes had played tricks on him.

Eyes playing tricks? Although I haven't enhanced my body, I have performed Human Transmutation four times and repeatedly sacrificed to communicate with the "Gate of Truth," skimming off the top to increase my mental power significantly. At such close range, it couldn't have been a hallucination. Wang Zhen couldn't help but mutter to himself as he looked at the now more feminine, beautiful, and pale-faced Zheng Zha.

"Zheng Zha, how are you feeling? Hurry up and move around to see if your body is okay! Although it might sound harsh, you need to pull yourself together. There are only three of us left now; if you don't get it together, we're all going to die here!" Seeing that the gloomy Zhang Jie had no intention of speaking, Wang Zhen had to step in to urge Zheng Zha.

Although Zheng Zha had recovered, his mood was clearly very low. Especially when he turned his head to see Zhan Lan, who had died, her face looked peaceful and calm, as if she were just sleeping. Clearly, the Xenomorph's heart-piercing strike had been fast and accurate, killing her instantly so she hadn't experienced the pain and fear of being chewed alive. But regardless, Zhan Lan was dead.

She had died right beside Zheng Zha, leaving him with a sense of self-reproach for failing to protect her. This moral condemnation made him feel particularly incompetent, as if he were useless for failing to protect the girl who had a crush on him.

Wang Zhen's words were indeed harsh, but they were also ineffective. When it came to PUA, Wang Zhen's skills were no match for Zhang Jie's; thus, his words only made Zheng Zha nod in agreement without actually cheering him up.

"Brother Zhang, don't blame yourself either! Hurry and talk to Zheng Zha. There are only three of us left; if another Xenomorph comes, we're all dead!" Seeing that his own talk therapy was useless, Wang Zhen realized his level was too low and had to let Zhang Jie take the lead.

Surprisingly, being reminded twice that they would all die if he didn't pull himself together finally triggered Zhang Jie. After all, Zhang Jie had the strongest desire to survive. He looked thoughtfully at the dejected Zheng Zha, knowing that watching Zhan Lan die beside him had been a heavy blow. Thus, the master of talk therapy, Zhang Jie, composed his own mindset and began to PUA Zheng Zha. A display of linguistic artistry finally allowed Zheng Zha to let go of his despair and pull himself together.

Seeing Zheng Zha recover, Wang Zhen found an excuse to wander into a side room. When he came out, he was carrying two large claw hammers. Both Zhang Jie and Zheng Zha were stunned; clearly, neither expected Wang Zhen to find such things.

In reality, Wang Zhen hadn't found them at all.

He had simply used the excuse to slip away and use Alchemy to create the two large claw hammers.

Wang Zhen had actually wanted to make Kukris, Type 63 Bayonets, Gerber Mark IIs, Kizlyar Phoenix Knives, Cold Steel Machetes, tactical axes, or Spyderco Hawkbill Axes, but considering this was an industrial spacecraft and not a military warship, it would be hard to explain the origin of such obvious military weapons. Claw hammers, however, were common tools, making it perfectly reasonable for him to have found them in the corner of a room.

Although the two integrated claw hammers he brought out were a bit large—weighing a full 5kg each—in the future era where humanity had reached the stars to mine other planets, it was perfectly reasonable for a hammer to be on the larger side.

"Zheng Zha, I saw you struggling to fight the Xenomorphs empty-handed earlier, so I thought I'd find you some gear. You're in luck—someone left these two hammers on the floor! Make do with them; it's better than fighting with your bare hands!" Wang Zhen handed the two large hammers to Zheng Zha.

"Thanks! In a moment, I'll take the lead, you watch my sides from behind, and Brother Zhang will take the rear—his pistol has better range!" Zheng Zha weighed the hammers in his hands, feeling quite grateful to Wang Zhen. Even though the kid had stolen his kill earlier, he was helping out of kindness, so what was there to complain about?

Wang Zhen had no objections to Zheng Zha's arrangement. With only three of them left, Zheng Zha was the designated MT (Main Tank) to draw aggro at the front. Zhang Jie, that old fox, would keep playing the hunter with his two infinite-ammo Desert Eagles. Since Wang Zhen's small frame couldn't serve as an off-tank and he couldn't heal, he could only be a pure DPS, focusing entirely on output.

Now, it all depended on the range and level of Zheng Zha's taunt aura.

Hopefully, a Xenomorph would rush over soon to deliver a gift!

Zheng Zha gathered his spirits, gently picked up Zhan Lan, and placed her on the bed in the side room. Before leaving, he tidied her clothes and the stray hairs on her face, showing the demeanor of a true gentleman.

Then, carrying the two oversized claw hammers, Zheng Zha took the lead, marching with murderous intent into the corridor from which the Xenomorph Wang Zhen had killed had emerged...