Living in the Doomsday and Becoming an Immortal Alone

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The one delivering supplies turned out to be Wei Na.

Wang Jixuan moved the supply box at the end of the motorcycle and said in a low voice, "Let's change locations."

"Okay, I can't stay here too long," Wei Na said softly.

Wang Jixuan, who had already scouted the terrain, took her to a low and small house not far away.

——The owner of the house took Wang Jixuan's three Joy Coins, got drunk, and went to sleep off the liquor at a neighbor's house early on.

Wang Jixuan locked the doors and windows and turned on the energy-saving light, which wasn't very bright.

Wei Na cleared her throat, leaned her shoulders against the wall, and tried to strike a sexy pose.

"Why is it you who came?"

Wang Jixuan asked quietly:

"Have you forgotten? The Black Fire Gang is also looking for you."

"Who made your mission our little team's secret."

Wei Na pouted and complained:

"We can't have Captain Zhou come down to deliver equipment personally. Rotten fish is incapacitated; it'll be at least half a month before he's out of the hospital. After counting our options, it could only be me... Look at what Captain Zhou has prepared for you.

"I don't quite understand what you need that metal ore for. Can you tell me?"

"It's not really convenient."

Wang Jixuan had already finished opening the box while speaking.

On the top was a thin mask sealed in plastic film.

"This is a lifelike mask."

Wei Na explained:

"This thing is said to be used by special agents, made of nano-materials, only available to the Clean-up troops' special investigation units.

"After you stick it on your face, it will automatically fit your skin and alter your appearance. Its breathability is supposedly good, capable of filtering sweat out automatically, needs maintenance once a month."

"Maintenance?"

Wang Jixuan, quite intrigued, examined the mask carefully for a time, then, ensuring it was alright, tried it on his face.

The mask rippled with white waves, and Wang Jixuan felt an itch on his face. It was much like that year when he napped under a tree and his mischievous junior sister had a Spirit Deer lick his forehead... Forget it, that memory isn't really pleasant.

Wei Na tossed him a mirror. Wang Jixuan looked at himself in the mirror.

The disguised face surprisingly bore a resemblance to his appearance in his previous life, which put him in a good mood.

"Come, look this way."

Wei Na called out, retrieving a long instrument from the supply box, and began delicately scanning his facial data.

Wang Jixuan asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"

"Sending your current facial data back. Zhou will help you create a new identity."

Wei Na said with a smile:

"Alright, my main task is complete."

Wang Jixuan looked at that instrument and asked, "Why don't I remember these things?"

"Most are military tech."

Wei Na said with a smile:

"You haven't been to the Fortress Upper City; it's a different world from the Middle City and Lower City. Upper City is the crystallization of human technological power. Otherwise, how do you think we're supposed to fight the mighty Blade Beast Army? With that number of Spiritual Ability Users that's even smaller than heavy mechas?"

Wang Jixuan wanted to say something but stopped himself.

He wanted to ask Wei Na about the Blade Beasts.

In the eyes of the humans in this world, Blade Beasts are ferocious and terrifying; but in Daoist Wang's eyes...

Blade Beasts are treasures all over.

Wei Na, with her left hand on her slender waist and her right hand resting on the edge of a nearby table, asked softly:

"What's your plan next? He asked me to ask."

"I want to infiltrate the 49th Floor."

Wang Jixuan simply said:

"Best to enter a gang that can go head-to-head with the Black Fire Gang, use them to cover my identity, and find an opportunity to take down that wounded Spiritual Ability User."

Soul Capture, naturally, wasn't something he could talk about openly.

Daoist Wang has his dignity, after all.

Wei Na reminded:

"That's very dangerous.

"However, the gangs' coalition aimed at the Black Fire Gang is already being formed. These gangs are all recruiting; your plan should not be too difficult to execute...

"We'll cooperate with you. I mean, the two of us, Zhou and I, will do our best to work with you."

Wang Jixuan acknowledged that and still couldn't help asking, "Have you ever seen a Blade Beast, Doctor Wei?"

"I have seen more than just one."

Wei Na's smile gradually faded as she recounted nonchalantly:

"The war with the Blade Beasts is incredibly brutal. The Fortress numbers in the Middle Ages Basin Battle Zone have reached 116, but now there are only 18 still in operation. Guess why?"

Wang Jixuan asked, "Were they breached by the Blade Beasts?"

Putting the device back into the box, Wei Na summarized:

"Most were breached by Blade Beasts, and a few succumbed to an ecological collapse of the fortress itself.

"For the latter, it's just a matter of moving the refugees to the next fortress. The war zone's central command keeps two unused fortresses at all times as refuges.

"But for those fortresses breached by Blade Beasts... there won't be any survivors.

"Our Fortress No. 76 is an industrial fortress, with war fortresses on the front lines. This side mainly handles the transfer of combat personnel and various materials to the front lines... I once served as a field medic during a military operation supporting the front line. On our way forward, a squad of Blade Beasts suddenly emerged from the sandy ground, flipping our armored vehicle... That led to a massacre... I..."

In Wei Na's mind, the roar of the Blade Beasts echoed, and her eyes reddened.

Wang Jixuan didn't know what to say.

He wasn't particularly good at comforting others.

And actually, he just wanted to ask if the Blade Beasts had Demon Cores...

"No!"

Wei Na frowned and asked:

"Shouldn't you be showing off your gentlemanly manners now, by wiping my tears or giving me a hug? Come on! I'm showing my most vulnerable side."

Wang Jixuan countered, "Is that appropriate?"

"Appropriate? What do you mean?" Wei Na said blankly, "Are you really that sexually conservative?"

Wang Jixuan: ...

In my opinion, your so-called sexually conservative folks aren't conservative enough.

"Yes," he nodded decisively, "I won't easily start a relationship. It's a burden to me. My only pursuit is to become stronger."

"So it's not that the old lady's charm is lacking..."

"Hmm?" Wang Jixuan looked slightly puzzled.

"Cough, it's nothing!"

Wei Na showed a brilliant smile:

"Just ignore the rude things I said earlier. I am an elegant doctor... But I feel like we're totally wasting the great vibe here. Are you sure you don't want to try it? You're over twenty years old; it's time to open the door to a new world. You might actually like this way of relieving stress! Alas!"

Bang!

Wei Na felt the rush of wind from the door as her curly long hair fluttered slightly.

"If you don't want to try, then don't. But why go as far to throw people out... Hey! I need to take that device back with me! He will contact you directly afterward! I couldn't care less about you guys!"

The Daoist inside the room curled his lips, shook his head, and started to study the supplies before him, devising the next steps of the plan.

First, he needed to hide for a few days.

...

Seven days later.

In an inconspicuous corner of Joyful City.

Wang Jixuan, with his face disguised, frowned at the flashy barbershop in front of him, as well as the few little princes of wash, cut, and blow drying at the shop's entrance.

He was reminded again of the message sent by Zhou Zhengde.

[01: Mu Liang, from now on, you have a new identity. You must change your hairstyle to something more like a hoodlum's.]

Wang Jixuan thought of Lan Yuzai's style, his Dao Heart wavering.

'Which accomplished cultivator doesn't have flowing long hair or wear billowing robes?'

'Red Dust Heart Refining, Red Dust Heart Refining indeed!'

Wang Jixuan walked into the barbershop with his head down.

"Shopkeeper! Please give me a fashionable hairstyle that looks serious but not too serious, looks unserious but doesn't seem too unserious!"

The female hairstylist, who was giving a perm to a guy while wearing smoky makeup, was left wide-eyed and flabbergasted at the request.

Pop!

The hairstylist's bubble gum burst by her mouth.

"Are you crazy! Get lost!"

"Please consider it for its sake."

Wang Jixuan lifted his left fist, gently flicked his thumb, and a Joy Coin flipped and soared into the air, shimmering brightly.

"I meant you three outside are crazy!"

The female hairstylist screamed at the top of her lungs:

"Didn't you see our super, super, super VIP has come? Get in here and clean that chair!"

The three young people squatting at the door hurried inside.

Half an hour later.

Wang Jixuan looked at himself in the mirror, his hair dyed blue and spiked, silently set down a Joy Coin, and left the sad place with a serene expression on his face.

[01: "You need to change your clothes. Remember Rotten Fish's style? Your fake identity is a thug from the 11th Floor who accidentally killed a Blood Bag. So you spent money to bribe the security team to escape disaster. You need to act like a thug."]

Zhou Zhengde's words were indeed reasonable.

When roaming the world, clothes are essential.

Whether a Cultivator has a celestial air or a dominant aura depends first on personal temperament, second on the Cultivation Technique practiced, and third on their attire. Both the Righteous Path and Demon Path have different sartorial styles.

Wang Jixuan carefully thought about it and headed to a clothing stall around the corner.

In just a few minutes, Wang Jixuan had completed his outfit in the style of Lan Yuzai.

A set of skintight leather clothes with studded boots covered his new Dao Body, which had started to be transformed by Spiritual Energy. Although not towering, his upright stature, limbs and muscles that appeared weak but were already showing definition, and his newly styled spiked hair...

As soon as Wang Jixuan stepped out of the clothing stall, eyes from all around converged on him.

A man with zombie makeup threw him a flirty look.

Across the narrow street, several women yelled, "Look, a handsome guy!"

Wang Jixuan: ...Is this it?

The aesthetic standards of this world are too vulgar.

He checked the message machine; it had a few last messages from Zhou Zhengde.

[01: "I've arranged everything; the database has been updated with your new identity, which I'll send you afterward. Remember, you need to have a sense of relaxation, like if anyone challenges you, you'll fight them carefree."]

[01: "Name 'Zhou Tiantian,' 21 years old, graduate of Intermediate Technical College, worked on an assembly line for two years with an absentee rate over 30%, raised in foster care center No. 23 until age six. After his father died of Fortress Disease, his mother cut off all contact with him. He accidentally killed a Blood Bag and fled to the Lower City. Has an uncle, who is the logistics head of the Clean-up troops on the 11th Floor of the Fortress, Zhou Hetan. (Note: It's hard to get by in the Lower City without connections.)"]

[01: "That's the setup. Don't worry about Uncle Hetan; he's a family elder I can trust. All of Mu Liang's biological information has been synchronized with Zhou Tiantian's, even fingerprints and blood type. So even if they test your hair, it will come back as Zhou Tiantian. I've arranged a confidant to impersonate you at the medical center, and Lan Yuzai's mother has been temporarily confined to the hospital ward and cannot leave at will."]

[01: "Mu Liang, although I don't like being dominated in this partnership, I choose to trust you."]

[01: "Next, you need to go to the psycho zone in Joyful City, where there's a pub called 'Goat's Ass.' Meet a Lower City agent there; he's the most powerful agent in Lower City. Your uncle Hetan has already arranged everything for you."]

[01: "Please remember, we can only do what we think is right, not what makes others feel comfortable. This is the basic principle of survival in the Fortress."]

A short, thick underline gently pulsated.

'Mr. Zhou sure likes giving instructions.'

Wang Jixuan rubbed the tip of his nose and looked up at the psychedelic neon lights ahead.

He had entered the belly of the colorful serpent.

As the camera swept past his head, the unfolding scene included the cacophony of people's voices, and the entrance that spewed dry ice smoke resembled the gates of Hell, occasionally flashing laser lights.

The relaxed feeling of a thug...

Wang Jixuan removed his mask and sunglasses, his disguised face sporting a proud and aloof smirk, the thumb tucked into the edge of his pocket.

In his mind, he contemplated Lan Yuzai's walking style—one deep step followed by a shallow one—as he approached the entrance ahead.

He stepped through the main door, turned left according to the sign, passed through a somewhat narrow corridor, and the noisy electronic music began to assault his eardrums.