To his convenience, he met a very trusting man. The man also fall for his pitiful act, and the fool let him in, even helping him infiltrate the base management. With that gathering Intel on the base management and security was easy.
"My name is Lao Gong. You can call me Uncle Lao. As long as you're not lazy, you can find something to eat."
Mingsi lowered his gaze, his expression perfectly calculated—meek, grateful, and humble.
A few days later, Uncle Lao approached him again.
"The base leader needs more men for patrol. I signed you up. You can follow me from now on."
What a fool.
Although Mingsi now had a stable energy supply, he was not satisfied. He didn't want just food, shelter, or safety—he wanted power. True power.
Fortunately, the heavens seemed to favor him. A fortuitous event occurred. One by one, people started awakening strange abilities. The old rules of the world no longer applied. The strong thrived, and the weak were discarded like trash.
