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The process of absorbing the first-level gene serum felt incredibly smooth for Ning Yuan. He didn't feel any of the pain others described—no sensation of tearing, no feeling as if some foreign object was growing out of his body; none of that happened.

His body was changing slowly, as if he were soaking in a hot spring, with only a faint, aching sensation.

Six hours passed, and his body gradually calmed down. He could clearly feel that his body was now one or two times stronger than before. This was because he was already a Talent User whose body had been transformed by extraordinary power. If it had been an ordinary person, the change would surely have been greater, but it would have inevitably been accompanied by much more intense pain.

"I wonder what level the second level gene serum will help me reach."

Dawn was approaching. He would be able to obtain the second level gene serum today. Once he consumed it, he would prepare to head to the Wasteland.

On that vast land, contamination ran rampant, Aberrations roamed, and countless dry bones were buried there.

In the early morning, just as the sky was barely brightening, the surrounding houses began to turn on their lights one after another. Yes, the lights were only turned on during the day. Of course, even during the day, the sky was always gray and dim.

Ning Yuan first went to the shops to prepare the supplies he would need for going out. This time, it would take anywhere from a month to three or five months, so he had to prepare sufficient supplies.

He also needed to prepare some firearms and weapons. However, firearms were controlled items; to purchase them, one had to go to the black market or some obscure shops. Civilians were generally not allowed to possess them privately, but because of the Pollution Beasts and Aberrations, the authorities turned a blind eye.

It was difficult for ordinary people to obtain them, but for those extraordinary ones, it was not difficult.

However, the price was very expensive. For a standard handgun, ten silver coins could only buy one set of ammunition, about twenty rounds.

Swords, bows, and crossbows could be purchased quite easily.

Those Wasteland hunting teams often purchased these, so the demand was high.

These sword and armor shops generally sold firearms in secret, though the prices were even more exorbitant.

Ning Yuan bought enough dry rations and water, then disguised himself, covered himself with a robe, and found a secluded shop he had already inquired about.

The shop looked inconspicuous, and upon entering, it was just an ordinary grocery store. But if you continued walking toward a door inside and went down the stairs, you could see a completely different scene.

The walls were covered with all kinds of swords, spears, halberds, bows, crossbows, axes, and forks, as well as various types of inner and outer armor, boots, and the like.

It looked deserted outside, but there were quite a few people down here.

He liked long weapons, so he bought a long spear. The price of this cold weapon was not cheap; this long spear was forged using the leg of a Level Three Rending Gold Ghost Spider combined with special minerals, costing him seven thousand credits.

He also bought a decent handgun, equipped with fifty sets of ammunition. Although its power didn't pose much of a threat to Pollution Beasts, it was naturally quite effective against ordinary Aberrations or other people.

Machetes, daggers, crossbow bolts, and Wasteland hunter clothing—he spent everything he had on him, except for the five gold coins he had reserved.

On the Wasteland, keeping this money was useless.

Carrying large and small bags on his back, Ning Yuan left through an exit.

Appearing in a secluded corner, he casually stowed everything he was carrying into his shelter item.

After walking for ten minutes, Ning Yuan stopped in his tracks and suddenly lunged to the side.

Just at that moment, a bullet struck his original position.

Ning Yuan hadn't used the gun in his hand after loading it, but after firing a few shots, relying on his powerful five senses, he immediately got the feel of it.

With one shot, he blew the head off a person who had exposed half of their head.

Immediately pulling his body back and pressing against the wall, Ning Yuan's expression was grim. He knew he would definitely be targeted by someone with ulterior motives; in this outer city, there was never a shortage of people who preyed on others.

He couldn't set up the Shelter here yet; it was still too close to that shop. It was very likely that there were other Talent Users inside. If the Shelter were discovered, he would face an unimaginable disaster.

"Damn, this kid is so slippery!"

Behind a pile of debris in the small alley, a scarred-headed man had a ferocious expression. At his feet lay his brother who had just died. Clearly, the first few shots had looked very amateurish, which had made them careless, but as soon as they poked their heads out, they were directly blown away.

"Brother Gui, what should we do? That kid is a bit troublesome."

"Bug, you go up from here, climb to the top of the building, and get above that little bastard! We'll keep firing to distract him!"

"Yes, Brother Gui."

The person called Bug grew suction cups on his hands and feet and began to climb rapidly against the wall.

However, all these sounds were captured perfectly by Ning Yuan, who was twenty meters away.

They wanted to come at him from above.

Ning Yuan looked up. His residential building only had six floors. If the opponent appeared above and suddenly took a shot at him, he might really get hit.

In the alley next to him, gunfire was constant. He could vaguely hear footsteps and the sound of heavy objects being pushed. Those people were closing in on him; they were determined to take him down.

"Hmph, trying to rob me of my things." A wisp of purple fire emerged from Ning Yuan's hand. The purple fire hugged the ground and quickly moved toward the pile of debris where the opponents were hiding.

Inside that pile of debris were boxes, various scrap metal, tires, and old clothes, which were extremely easy to ignite.

The purple fire seeped into it, and the intense heat instantly ignited everything!

"Where did this fire come from! Quickly, retreat!"

Chaotic footsteps sounded from behind. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he quickly climbed upward. Using the cover of clothes drying on the roof, he indeed saw a person coming toward this side, holding a gun in his hand.

To avoid alerting the enemy, Ning Yuan silently climbed up while the opponent's attention was drawn by the firelight. The dagger in his hand flashed with a cold light amidst the swaying bedsheets.

"Bug, continue!"

Just as the opponent received the instruction and continued to come down to where Ning Yuan had originally been hiding, a dagger quietly appeared at the opponent's throat, and then, it slashed open.

The entire throat was slashed halfway through. Bug widened his eyes in terror, his body twitched a few times, and then there was no sound.

Ning Yuan searched the opponent and found a handgun, six sets of ammunition, and a dozen silver coins. A poor wretch. Looking at his weak appearance, he knew where this Level One Mutant had spent all his money.

Gripping the gun in his hand, Ning Yuan appeared above the scarred-headed man, quietly aiming at his head. Moreover, a wisp of purple fire was attached to the bullet.

Bang!

The scarred-headed man, a second level Gene Warrior, felt all the hairs on his body stand on end, a sense of crisis washing over his entire body. Having spent years walking on the edge of death, he directly grabbed a lackey beside him and used him as a shield.

The bullet hit the lackey's chest. It didn't hit the heart, so he might have had a chance to live, but the next second, a purple flame burst out from inside his chest!

"Ahhh! So hot! So hot!"