As he spoke, he became more and more angry, and Ren Zhong's long-suppressed emotions erupted.
He was no longer calm, suddenly appearing overly agitated, spouting a chaotic string of words like a rapid-fire gun.
Only when he finally closed his mouth did he realize that Zheng Tian, Hanyu, Wen Lei, and others had already gathered in front of him, looking at him with eyes filled with extreme unfamiliarity, incomprehension, and fear.
They had no idea what had happened.
Why was this survey officer suddenly so angry?
What exactly was he angry about?
What kind of nonsense was he spouting?
Hasn't humanity always lived this way?
Ren Zhong looked around at the group of people.
He seemed to hallucinate, as Zheng Tian's originally lively and bright eyes appeared to transform into the vacant eyes of a porcelain doll.
A sudden strong wind blew past the sleeping pod door.
Ren Zhong turned his head to look outside.
At some unknown time, a Hunter had already hovered there.
The black muzzle was aimed at his chest.
Ren Zhong didn't panic or try to run.
He knew it was useless.
From the moment he started speaking those words, he had a premonition.
Since he had already opened the floodgates, he might as well vent it all in one go.
One cannot always act like a coward; sometimes you have to show some bravery, especially since resurrection is possible.
An orange beam suddenly lit up.
It pierced through his chest.
Yet Ren Zhong did not feel any pain.
He merely looked indifferently at his chest.
The Underworld God's Eye View activated.
Ren Zhong quietly watched himself being opened up for a brain extraction.
Despite being a scenario that should have been all too familiar to the point of numbness, anger gradually welled up in his heart.
He also understood many things.
The surveillance of this world is very tight.
He had asked too many questions, exposed things he shouldn't have, was detected, and instantly labeled as dangerous, leading to immediate elimination.
Even within the town, even with the temporary wrist watch.
At that moment, he also decided on his profession.
Although he didn't like it, he would become a warrior.
Since there was no other path to choose for now, he must first gain strength.
Even if he couldn't resist anything yet, he would change his fate through hunting Ruined Beasts, the largest industry in Starfire Town, climbing upward step by step to see more "scenery."
In his second life, he absolutely would not allow himself, like other desolate people, to be born and die in a suffocating society like a walking corpse, leaving no trace, not worth mentioning.
His profession choice is a Mechanical Warrior.
According to the descriptions in the profession education system, among all combat professions, the Mechanical Warrior has the most comprehensive abilities, the greatest potential in individual combat, and the least reliance on other professions for support.
Wen Lei is merely a beginner First Level warrior, not worth mentioning.
But it's said that the top Level Nine Mechanical Warriors possess powers akin to moving mountains and filling seas, capable of single-handedly facing a huge army.
Moreover, compared to Armored Soldiers, Gunsmiths, and Blast Masters, Mechanical Warriors require a much more extensive knowledge system because many of them need to maintain their armor themselves during missions.
Even if this knowledge just needs to be memorized by heart, in the ever-changing battlefield environment, under the uncertainty of available resources in the wild, Mechanical Warriors have a considerable amount of flexibility and creative room for maneuvering on the details of maintenance, assembly, and fine-tuning of parts.
Before he fell ill, Ren Zhong was quite in good shape, after all, he needed to be physically strong to keep his mind sharp and able to read well.
He only needed to slightly apply some comprehensive logical thinking to know what best suited him.
Ren Zhong also thought, given the chance, he must still seek out true knowledge.
One day, regardless if it's as a warrior or a scholar, he would go to that bustling metropolis and ask the rulers inside.
Since awakening, it's been a continuous cycle of dying, and in conversations, he's had to guard against this and that, constantly keeping his mental faculties on high alert to glimpse the world from the fragments of others' words. He too felt tired, stifled for too long, and suffocated. This time, even though he vented freely and got what he wished for, Ren Zhong found relief, a sense of comfort from finally letting it all out.
The next time, I must learn to disguise.
Then, I too will charge forward.
With an Immortal Body, nothing is forbidden.
Before his consciousness submerged, Ren Zhong thought this.