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In the following days, Ye Wumeng's life was fulfilling. During the day and night, he exchanged corpses twice, acquiring a vast amount of resources. Whenever he had free time, he would gather intelligence from Anlius Apothecary and visit Old Deng's Weapon Shop to chat with Deng Sanqi. In the evenings, he would spend time alone in his room, digesting and researching the knowledge of Pharmacology that filled his mind, as well as reviewing the Pharmacology Compendium.
Now, he was already able to concoct some basic potions with effective properties. Moreover, as the number of corpses he examined increased significantly, he often discovered some strange and unusual potions. For instance, there were potions that could quickly heal injuries but would randomly shrink parts of the body in exchange. Others could greatly enhance leg jumping ability but would cause frog-like skin to grow on the thighs due to an Evolution potion.
Of course, not all potions were bizarre; there were also pure healing potions or immunity potions. Although these types of potions might not be as effective as those requiring some sacrifice, Ye Wumeng really didn’t want his body to become strange. After all, being handsome was a lifelong affair.
In the early morning, faint whispers emanated from the third floor. When a potion's effectiveness reached a certain threshold, it would undergo mutation, gaining new characteristics while becoming more powerful—a phenomenon known in academia as Potion Transformation. Potions could transform multiple times; generally speaking, the more transformations a potion underwent, the stronger and more varied its effects became.
Since many low-level or non-transforming potions hardly contributed to Evolution, he still recommended using high-level transforming potions for training, combat, and daily use while avoiding low-level potions whenever possible. This was crucial because time was the most important resource in this world.
At a table on the third floor, Ye Wumeng held the Pharmacology Compendium he had obtained for free and murmured its contents aloud. Beside him lay a notebook filled with densely written notes. This notebook contained all his recent thoughts and discoveries, with three prominent characters written in one corner: Evolution.
What exactly was Evolution? This question had troubled him for a long time until he finally concluded—he didn’t know. Unable to think of an answer, he decided to set it aside for now. He closed the book and walked over to his dedicated potion-making platform, which was filled with bottles and jars like a chemistry lab.
On it sat a beaker-like container filled with a light blue liquid, within which several glowing crystals were slowly shrinking. The contents were Shijing.
Ye Wumeng had only a rudimentary understanding of the methods related to the Shijing, but it seemed that through continuous learning, his knowledge was becoming increasingly rich.
The Wului Shijing was a precious crystal that contained all the Corpse Energy of the Undead, which could be extracted through specific means for various purposes. The light blue solution in the beaker was something he had concocted after dozens of experiments to extract Corpse Energy from the Shijing. Not knowing its proper name, Ye Wumeng temporarily referred to it as the Extraction Agent.
As the Shijing was nearly completely absorbed by the Extraction Agent, Ye Wumeng observed the beaker, and a notification appeared.
No Reanimation Energy Base Liquid: This is a liquid rich in Corpse Energy. However, due to the low efficacy of Corpse Energy, it cannot be formulated into a high-efficacy potion. Nevertheless, this base liquid is an essential material for certain special potions. For Common Undead, this remains a valuable supplement. Please note! The Undead will temporarily lose mobility after consumption; ensure safety in the surroundings before use. Efficacy: (Saturated)
The Corpse Energy Base Liquid was indeed something remarkable, as stated in the Pharmacology Compendium! Holding the light blue liquid in his hand, Ye Wumeng felt a surge of excitement.
Making potions could be simplified as conducting a small chemistry experiment—combining specific substances through particular steps and methods to obtain the desired potion. There was considerable room for creativity regarding potion-making materials. For instance, the base liquid could be water, milk, or even other types of liquids. However, ultimately, the efficacy of the resulting potion would not surpass that of potions made with specially formulated base liquids that possessed certain efficacies.
The description of this Corpse Energy Base Liquid was enticing. Generally speaking, potions made from it would not have low efficacy. Tomorrow, he planned to test it on Anlius and see how he reacted.
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He carefully extracted some of the Corpse Energy Base Liquid from the beaker and placed it into a small vial before pocketing it and leisurely making his way to the first floor.
The first floor looked entirely different from before; most notably, there was a long table set up at the entrance. This table was something he had acquired from a carpenter in the trading area over the past few days, and it was filled with goods alongside their prices.
Ye Wumeng discovered that even among the refugees in the Refugee Zone, many had some money—most of it obtained through looting, while a smaller portion came from work in the industrial zone. However, most merchants in the trading area were reluctant to deal with refugees and tended to hoard their supplies instead.
In simpler terms, they were unwilling to part with their goods.
On the other hand, Ye Wumeng's supply warehouse was overflowing with resources—quite literally. So he decided to display some of his surplus items at the entrance for them to choose from freely.
By the way, Ye Wumeng had also recently hired someone to put up a sign for his shop; it was named You Cai Department Store. He thought to himself that he truly was a genius at naming things.
Indeed, in order to adhere to the traditions of Lanstad, Ye Wumeng took on a pseudonym that he was quite pleased with.
Creak.
The door swung open.
The refugees who had been waiting outside rushed to the long table, eagerly starting to select their goods. Ye Wumeng leaned back, crossing his legs as he observed the refugees. The ferocity in their eyes had diminished significantly, and he felt a deep sense of satisfaction within himself.
He still remembered when he first arrived at the Refugee Zone; the refugees had looked at him with fierce greed. It could only be said that this was a damned world.
"These Blue Vouchers you have, just point them out, and I’ll be on duty soon."
Ye Wumeng raised his eyes and noticed a young man with dark yellow skin. He held a few small-denomination Blue Vouchers in his left hand and a can of Nutritional Fresh Meat Canned Food in the other, his eyes filled with a hint of trepidation.
It seemed this was a rare working refugee among them. After all, in the normal mindset of refugees, working was out of the question; their bodies were exhausted, and earning money was slower than robbing someone. Moreover, Lanstad provided relief meals, so lying flat in a shack was better than working.
Ye Wumeng straightened up and took the Blue Vouchers from the young man’s hand, nodding as he asked, "Hmm, no problem. But since you’re a refugee, why are you thinking about working?"
At Ye Wumeng's question, the young man was momentarily taken aback. Then his eyes sparkled with light as he spoke with a face full of longing, "I don’t want to be a refugee anymore. Once I save enough money, I’ll go to the Coordination Center to get my papers and live as a civilian in peace."
Ye Wumeng nodded, but before he could say anything further, someone behind him with sunken eyes mocked him while rubbing his stomach. "Get papers? You? With those wages from the industrial zone? Hahaha!"
The other refugees also looked at the young man with disdainful expressions, their faces filled with scorn.
"You! You guys!"
The young man gritted his teeth but chose not to argue back. He angrily clutched his Nutritional Fresh Meat Canned Food and quickly headed toward the industrial zone.
Seeing him flee, the other refugees erupted into laughter, their faces alight with joy as if to say: "Did you see that? We shattered this kid's dreams! He’ll end up just like us—trash!"
Meanwhile, Ye Wumeng sat in his chair, his gaze icy as he watched them.
He had truly misjudged them. Most were just a group seeking self-comfort through mutual degradation—a rabble!
He turned his head toward the industrial zone and fell silent once more.
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