Chapter 136 - Inside and Outside the Wall, Eternally Separated Between Mortals and Celestials (End of Volume One)

Chapter 136: Chapter 98: Inside and Outside the Wall, Eternally Separated Between Mortals and Celestials (End of Volume One)Only by killing your close friend would you be deemed as committing an anti-human act of malice, an act that undermines Lie Zhenzi’s foundation, and for that, He deducts a sizeable amount of your Contribution Points.

——Such is Lie Zhenzi, the saint who is unkind, regarding the common folk as nothing more than stray dogs.

As the highest-level human organization under Lie Zhenzi, the Astronomy Association holds a transcendent status and naturally strives to align closely with Lie Zhenzi’s will, fully enforcing His intentions.

Yet, nothing in the world is absolute. For the Astronomy Association, on one hand, they need to implement the will of Lie Zhenzi, but on the other hand, they must also maintain order in human society.

So, while Lie Zhenzi doesn’t care about random killings, the Astronomy Association, if they know about it, will definitely intervene.

"Getting the enrollment proof will take some time, at least a day or two, you know why," Gu Pan said.

"Oh."

Xu Shu thought about it and realized it made sense; after all, they were arranging something under the table, so it was normal for it to take some time.

"Alright then, when you get the enrollment proof, bring it along with those two million to me. Remember, I want cash, though doing it with a card is fine too," Xu Shu said.

"Sure, once I get the enrollment proof, I’ll accompany you to the Supervision Bureau to officially register. Then you’ll be able to... huh?"

Gu Pan walked a few steps, then suddenly stopped and turned to look blankly at Xu Shu.

"..." Xu Shu also quietly watched her.

Neither spoke further.

An eerie silence lingered for several minutes until Gu Pan took the initiative to ask, "Aren’t you coming in with me?"

Xu Shu waved his hand and replied, "No need, ’Send-off a friend thousands of miles, parting is inevitable.’ You’re home now, and I should head back to mine."

"Ah? Oh, right..."

Gu Pan smacked her forehead.

She had gotten used to feeling like a hostage, being held by Xu Shu, never leaving his side.

So, she had subconsciously assumed she was supposed to go home with him.

She completely forgot that they were actually friends. Things on the Wasteland were different from being back in the safety zone.

She was still getting used to it.

She bit her lip, "Then how can I contact you later?"

"Just add me as a friend... oh, right, I forgot you’re an ordinary person who can’t go online. I’ll write down an address for you."

Xu Shu rummaged through the trunk, couldn’t find paper, so he took a 100-yuan bill—which has a larger surface area and is relatively whiter in color.

He used a marker to write on it, "North District (2,8) Street, Xinyang Apartments, Building 83, Apartment 403."

(2,8) refers to the coordinate block.

Different from the Wasteland, the ’2’ in the safety zone refers to 2 kilometers, instead of in the overall Star Tower boundary where ’19’ would indicate 190 kilometers.

The safety area is quite small, encompassing only a 20-kilometer by 20-kilometer "field" within the boundaries of Star Tower.

And the (2,8) coordinates are just one to two kilometers away from the city wall, belonging to the "poor gathering area."

Xu Shu handed over the bill to Gu Pan after writing and added, "Return that 100 yuan to me later. If no one’s at my house, check with my neighbor across the hall, Apartment 404."

"Alright, I’ll go in now..." Gu Pan hesitated.

Xu Shu responded with a simple "Take care!"

When she looked again, Xu Shu had already disappeared from sight, swiftly walking away with his bags.

——This car was from the Patrol Soldiers. Gu Pan’s family had the clout to drive it away, but he did not.

Gu Pan stood at the door for a while, lost in thought.

After a moment, she shook her head and walked towards the courtyard marked "Gu Family" inside the Hunter Association.

She looked up again with newfound resolve in her eyes, devoid of any distractions.

"Wu Wukai, living in North District (2.4) xx block xx number, haha, living that deep inside, life must be pretty good."

"According to him, all of his accumulated wealth over the years is kept at home, guarded by his wife and daughter assumed by his false identity."

"A Second Rank Transcendent, he must be quite valuable, haha."

Eighteen-year-old Xu Shu rode the tram home effortlessly, sitting in the middle compartment, he glanced at Lu Bingwei’s fake ID in his hand and couldn’t help but reveal a knowing smile.

However, he certainly did not plan to go now; first, he had to legitimize his Transcendent status.

Going now would be considered black on black, and if the Supervision Bureau found out, he’d be arrested.

But with an official Transcendent identity of ’Xu Shu,’ tracking someone down would be fair game.

A wanted criminal trying to kill me, and I loot his house—no one could find any fault in that.

He arrived back at a place called Xinyang, cheap public housing.

This was a real slum.

From the city wall, one might find the Xinyang Apartments rather picturesque with their unevenly spaced buildings.

But only those who actually lived there knew how filthy and disorderly it was.

In every floor, the hallways were littered with laundry detergent, instant noodles, greasy fumes, and the stench of garbage that wasn’t disposed of timely.

The rent was actually very low since no one speculates property in the post-apocalyptic world. The Supervision Bureau merely charged a basic management fee and utilities, and there were still vacancies, similar to managing dormitories in a school, there was no shortage of living space.

If the residents here paid attention to their personal hygiene, it could have stayed clean—unfortunately, most people, trapped in poverty and struggling for survival, gradually let their personal standards slip, a crime not of war.

It was unavoidable; everyone was burdened with taxes, forty thousand per head, to be paid in full at the beginning of the year. Those who couldn’t pay in time would be sent to the Wasteland to become refugees.