Growth! He Was Still Growing!

Jiang Chuan gathered the pile of materials on the table and quickly ran the numbers in his head.

Twelve pieces of white-tier equipment were only worth around five hundred yuan at market price.

But after he dismantled them—

They had become iron ingots, leather, ox sinew... All of these raw materials could be processed into new equipment and sold easily. Added together, they were worth at least sixteen hundred yuan!

Their value had more than tripled!

That was the terrifying part of a one-hundred-percent recovery rate!

When others dismantled a piece of equipment, getting back thirty percent of the materials was already considered a blessing. As for him, he had not even spared a single rivet!

"However..."

Jiang Chuan rubbed his chin. "I can't hand all these materials over."

A dismantler's main role in a battle group was to make up for losses.

The materials he recovered would be handed over to the group's blacksmiths and tailors, who would remake them into equipment needed by the main combat members.

Therefore—

Every battle group had basic recovery-rate requirements for dismantlers.

It could be higher, but never lower. For a large A-rank battle group like the Blazing Fire Battle Group, a fifty-percent recovery rate was the minimum threshold.

However, he had only just awakened and had gotten in through connections.

Even if he wanted to show off—

He could not hand over materials worth all sixteen hundred yuan.

Even master dismantlers could not achieve a one-hundred-percent recovery rate.

That would not make him talented. That would make him a monster.

Su Yao would definitely grow suspicious.

After thinking it over—

Jiang Chuan divided all the materials into two portions.

The larger portion was worth thirteen hundred yuan, and Jiang Chuan packed it into his backpack. The remaining scattered iron ingots and scraps of leather were worth a little over two hundred yuan and were meant to be handed in.

A twenty-percent recovery rate was already quite good for an F-rank dismantler.

It could even be called outstanding.

It would not draw too much attention.

Nor would it make people think he was useless.

Jiang Chuan nodded in satisfaction, tidied up the small pile of materials, and pushed open the door to head downstairs.

The girl downstairs was still wiping her blade. When she saw him come down, she looked him over again. "Finished?"

"Finished."

Jiang Chuan smiled amiably. "By the way, I still don't know your name."

"Zhao Xiaotang."

The girl paused before adding, "C-rank warrior."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Jiang Chuan, a dismantler."

"Mm, I heard."

Zhao Xiaotang's tone was flat. Clearly, she had a deep prejudice against people like Jiang Chuan who liked using connections to get in.

Jiang Chuan did not care.

Just as he was about to say something else to get closer to her, a burst of footsteps came from outside. Then, a boisterous voice exploded from the doorway.

"Xiaotang! I'm back! I argued with my mom all morning and finally got her to agree to buy me that bronze bow! Hahaha!"

A round-faced girl with her hair in a bun charged in, waving a receipt in her hand with excitement written all over her face.

When she saw Jiang Chuan, she stopped short. "Huh? Who's this?"

"The new dismantler."

Zhao Xiaotang introduced him. "Jiang Chuan."

"A dismantler?!"

The round-faced girl's eyes lit up. "Great! Our team finally has a dismantler! I've saved up so much junk equipment that I couldn't bear to throw away. I was just waiting for a dismantler to come!"

She enthusiastically rushed over, grabbed Jiang Chuan's hand, and shook it hard. "Hello, hello! I'm Lin Xiaowan, the team's archer! Please take care of me from now on!"

Jiang Chuan felt like his arm was about to be shaken off, but he maintained a polite smile. "I wouldn't dare say that. Let's learn from each other."

"By the way, what rank are you?"

Lin Xiaowan blinked her big eyes innocently. "C-rank? Or D-rank?"

"F-rank."

Jiang Chuan answered.

Lin Xiaowan's hand froze, and Zhao Xiaotang's hand wiping her blade also froze.

The air fell silent for about two seconds.

"F-rank..."

Lin Xiaowan released his hand. The smile on her face remained, but her enthusiasm had clearly cooled. "That's fine too. Take it slow. Support classes can all grow."

She was obviously saying one thing while thinking another. As she spoke, her eyes drifted toward Zhao Xiaotang.

As if she were asking—

How could the captain recruit a useless white-tier dismantler into the team?

Zhao Xiaotang had already found Jiang Chuan somewhat unpleasant, so she simply said bluntly, "Captain Su Lie arranged for him to come. Don't you have a lot of junk equipment? Give it all to him. It'll be good practice for him."

Jiang Chuan was not embarrassed. After living two lives, would his thick skin care about something like this?

Hearing that, he looked at Lin Xiaowan expectantly.

Do you have equipment?

Take it out!

"Do... do I?"

Lin Xiaowan forced a smile. The recovered materials from dismantled equipment went to the individual team members.

She had assumed that Su Yao's team, at the very least, would be assigned a high-rank dismantler, seeing as Su Yao was the battle group leader's daughter.

F-rank?

By the time everything was calculated, she would lose at least forty percent of her earnings!

But she had already said it, so Lin Xiaowan could not refuse.

She kept an eye out.

She did not take out the few most valuable ruined pieces of equipment in her bag.

Instead, she only took out a pile of worthless white-tier items, encouraging him as she said, "Keep it up. I hope you become a high-rank dismantler soon and contribute to our team!"

Jiang Chuan accepted the equipment, a sincere smile appearing on his face.

"Thanks for the donation."

Zhao Xiaotang watched from the side and suddenly said, "Weren't you..."

"Right! I was just about to head to the training grounds!"

Lin Xiaowan quickly cut her off, shooting Zhao Xiaotang meaningful looks. "I only came back to tell you something. I'll be leaving soon!"

Jiang Chuan had already turned and headed for his workshop.

Once his back disappeared from sight—

Lin Xiaowan shot Zhao Xiaotang a fierce glare. "You really talk too much! That damaged silver-tier item of mine has quicksand gold in it. I was planning to use it to forge myself a family heirloom! Why would I ever give it to him for practice!?"

"That's not what I wanted to say."

Zhao Xiaotang shrugged and could not be bothered to explain further. "Forget it."

The Blazing Fire Battle Group's benefits truly were not something ordinary battle groups could compare with.

Even dismantlers had their own dedicated workshops.

Jiang Chuan's workshop was a warehouse of over thirty square meters. It had weapon racks, equipment cabinets, and an enormous workbench.

He closed the door.

Then he laid out all the equipment Lin Xiaowan had given him on the workbench.

There were more than twenty pieces in total, all white-tier. To him, that was already a considerable income.

Jiang Chuan excitedly picked up a white-tier dagger.

Dismantle!

[Extraction successful! Obtained Iron Ingot +1, Scrap Leather +1, Agility +0.1!]

Then he picked up a torn robe.

Dismantle!

[Extraction successful! Obtained Cotton Cloth +2, Constitution +0.1!]

Jiang Chuan noticed something.

The attributes given by each piece of equipment were not fixed.

Both were weapons, but longswords gave strength while daggers gave agility.

He pondered it for a while.

Then he realized—

It should be related to the class the equipment was meant for.

Equipment that added strength and constitution basically belonged to warrior classes, while equipment that added agility came from assassins and archers.

Equipment that added intelligence was the rarest.

Equipment used by mages all came with a certain amount of magic power.

And once equipment had magic power, it was at least black iron-tier.

It was no longer white-tier.

So even after extracting more than thirty pieces of white-tier equipment, his intelligence remained at its initial 0.5.