Chapter 226: You Can Protect Me Now, Too
Leng Feng already understood the principle, so he didn’t say anything more.
Trading is actually the best way to acquire another’s energy—and besides, Jiang Che isn’t doing this to elevate himself. He’s only trying to get his people strong enough to stay alive.
The further you progress, the more enormous the energy required to upgrade becomes.
He’s calculated how much energy he needs; to reach the rank where the sss-level Lords stand, he’d have to drain everyone in the dungeon dry.
If he tried to copy Jiang Che’s fee-charging methods, it would be pointless; the little he’d collect would barely make a difference.
Because he had a much better way to absorb energy.
"Forget it." He shook his head, abandoning the idea of taking a share from Jiang Che.
There isn’t enough to go around—bringing in more people to split it could easily ruin their relationship.
"You guys have to guarantee the number of vehicles,"
The Dark Forest hasn’t encroached yet; for now, they can quickly send people to each city.
But later on, if nothing unexpected happens, they’ll transport and exchange people between dungeons.
"You don’t have to worry about that—when we asked for your people, it was to make sure we have enough drivers." Feihu pointed at Long Yun’s crew.
"We need more than this, we want some other people, they’re needed to build certain things at our place."
"Can you help us find a designer? An amusement park designer?" She looked at Leng Feng and asked.
With a quarter of the population, Jiang Che’s dungeon still had plenty of space for more.
Leng Feng was briefly stunned. He thought Jiang Che would pull off something dramatic—build something special like he was doing—so hearing "amusement park" left him dumbstruck.
His dungeon was under construction—the one thing he didn’t lack was materials or architects.
All these designers were once top talents in human society, and after hearing about his building project, they’d scrambled to sign up, eager to prove their value.
"Don’t worry, we won’t kick these people out once the work’s done," Feihu explained to Leng Feng.
"For example, family members of your loyal subordinates, they can go too. They’ll only need to do simple work," She was talking about things like bricklaying. "They’ll be able to live well with us."
It’s all labor jobs—once a designer is found, the rest can be done by anyone with hands, as long as they follow instruction.
"How many?" Leng Feng looked at the bus, then at the direction of the Dark Forest.
The black forest had already blocked his view; the endless trees seemed to be melding into the darkness at the horizon.
The moon hung high overhead, but the black forest wasn’t coated in silver light.
This forest can’t be touched by any color.
And in this world about to be swallowed by darkness, there were actually people wanting to build an amusement park?
Space for living is precious nowadays—and yet there are people insisting on living their own lives in the midst of darkness.
"Alright, I’ll arrange it." He smiled bitterly. If he could, he’d want to live easy like Jiang Che, too.
"You’ll guarantee vehicle production—I hope next time you can guarantee safe passage," Leng Feng glanced at the vehicles behind.
"No need to worry, this operation mode will carry on."
"Let’s go, get in the bus first. By the time we get back, the second bus should be ready, and next trip we’ll carry more people," Feihu waved her hand, signaling the two hundred people to get on board.
The two hundred didn’t say much, quickly getting on and finding seats.
Leaving Leng Feng’s dungeon, they felt a lot lighter.
The wounds on their feet weren’t deep, only bleeding and hurting persistently. With their physical strength, the wounds began healing fast.
"If you don’t have anything else, I’ll be going,"
"Can I ask, why build an amusement park?" Leng Feng paused in silence, finally speaking.
Anything else he could understand—tall buildings, villas, whatever—but amusement park?
"..." Feihu shook her head softly at the question.
"Just treat it as a child’s wish,"
"No, it’s actually a promise a child made to a girl," Feihu waved her hand, walking toward the driver’s seat.
She sat down and didn’t look back at Leng Feng.
One day, everyone will see—in this dark apocalypse, a place glowing with colored lights will rise, and it’ll become a haven longed for by people.
Jiang Che was building cars now. He’d already taught Xiong Jie and Zhou Ang all the car-making techniques.
The two learned with devotion—and learned fast. Most of the time, Jiang Che and Ren Fengxiang were chopping wood.
The two of them could build cars, but when it came to logging, only Jiang Che and Ren Fengxiang could get it done.
"When all this is finished, I’ll need to go away for a bit," Jiang Che chopped another trunk. Only after starting did he realize how tough it was to cut a piece of dark wood.
No wonder the Lords haven’t opened the passage by now.
"Are you going to see your sister-in-law?"
"Yes, she said she’d let my soul pass through, and give me some training," Jiang Che kept working without pause.
"Then you’ll have to help me look after them," Jiang Che gestured toward Xiong Jie and the others.
"Alright." Ren Fengxiang didn’t ask for reasons.
"Once I’m at the dungeon, I’ll figure out how to help you with your problem," Jiang Che glanced at the jar on him.
Even though Brother Xiang said it didn’t bother him, Jiang Che was determined to solve it for him.
While Feihu was picking people up, they were studying the scenario in Ren Fengxiang’s dungeon.
No matter what they did inside, nothing would trigger.
Those jars shattered easily if stepped on, but didn’t attack or do anything else.
The dungeon scenario seemed nonexistent, but Ren Fengxiang could feel its presence.
But he couldn’t activate it.
Jiang Che had a ridiculous idea—that maybe Ren Fengxiang wasn’t actually the real owner of this dungeon.
He’d heard Ning talk about controlling subordinates, but couldn’t imagine such a thing happening to Brother Xiang.
"Alright, bro, I trust you." Ren Fengxiang put away his fist, stopping the hammering of the tree.
"I’ll wait here for you, relax. Your friends, I’ll look after them just fine," he said, patting his chest, making a dull, hollow sound against the jar.
"Truth is, I’m happy you’ve made so many friends now." Whether they were sincere at first or not, once Ren Fengxiang saw them, he knew their loyalty.
Jiang Che heard the dull thumping on the jar and turned his face aside.
"I’m glad, too; you’re a grown-up now," Ren Fengxiang smiled, not saying what came next.
You can protect me, too.