Chapter 464: Not Like Humans

As it turned out, Zhang Jie still heeded advice; he finally calmed down for a long stretch.

Nowadays Zhang Jie is no ordinary scavenger; at least he no longer meticulously picks through every piece of junk.

Of course, he didn't find any Ship Life either, but he did manage to produce quite a bit of antimatter.

Putting in several tens of millions of tons of garbage yielded only a few milligrams of antimatter.

Don't let the small amount fool you—the energy and matter contained within are unimaginable.

Based on disassembling antimatter gun bullets, Zhang Jie successfully replicated four or five hundred rounds—this stuff isn't any worse than a hand cannon, is it?

A single blast from this pistol‑sized weapon could shatter Xiao Jiu's true form; it can be called an extremely high‑strength weapon.

"This thing is for fighting entropy disasters; you'd better use it sparingly."

"Alright, now I know—just a moment ago Zhang Jie was wondering what kind of target would need such power to kill."

"Qiong's indifferent attitude lasted over a month, and Xiao Jiu's daily tailing continued just as long; at least Zhang Jie himself stayed truly honest."

"But was he really honest? That's impossible!"

"Those Nightmares locked inside Zhang Jie's mind—no one can still control them!"

"Sometimes, when you see Zhang Jie sleeping, he's actually beating up Nightmares."

"Sometimes, when you see Zhang Jie spacing out, he's actually beating up Nightmares."

"Those things in his brain have been suffering terribly, but there's no help— their essence is actually a bio‑electric mixed with dark matter, not some illusory thing."

"Now, Zhang Jie's brain has completely isolated them from the dark matter; they can't spread or transmit signals through it, and can only be trapped forever in someone's head."

"Report… today's expanded brain area is 0.03%."

"Do you need anything else?"

"That giant Nightmare may appear subdued, but it actually harbors considerable ill intent—how could it possibly give up eroding its opponent?"

"Although I'm now being used as a laborer for brain expansion, there's still hope of escape."

"As Zhang Jie's brain region expands further, it can control more and more; in fact, its current situation with Zhang Jie is that they share one body—except Zhang Jie won't let it use it, and it can't wrest control away...."

"I don't know whether making small moves will be noticed; for now this is all I can do."

"Thinking this, the Nightmare feels a wave of sorrow—imagine, a mighty Nightmare that has lived for hundreds of years, ending up here."

"Just thinking about it makes him irritable, so...."

"It got beaten up again by Zhang Jie, who sensed its negative emotions."

"Hmm… these Nightmares really are useful; at least I feel my memory and thinking have improved considerably."

"For now it seems there are no side effects, but after all it's a heavenly disaster, so continued observation is needed."

"Zhang Jie thought that, spacing out, the bit of rice in his mouth was almost chewed into rice cake, when Qiong noticed something was off."

"Zhang Jie?"

"Zhang Jie!!!"

"After calling a few times with no response, Xiao Jiu looked worriedly at the other party."

"Qiong, whose calls had gone unanswered, glanced at the table and locked her eyes on the cherry tomato sitting in a dish nearby."

"Well, throwing this at someone won't hurt them or dirty their clothes."

"Um… maybe. Anyway, this thing is the best weapon for pelting people!"

"Qiong narrowed her eyes, reached out and plucked a cherry tomato, then flicked it away with her left hand like a whip."

"Cough… with that force, take back what I just said about not dirtying clothes."

"A tearing sound came; Zhang Jie didn't even lift his head, reaching out and snapping his hand to catch the tomato flying at high speed."

"Pat—"

"Daitao's little fork slipped from her hand onto the table, and Xiao Jiu and Qiong also widened their eyes."

"No way! Is this something a human can do?"

"Huh? Why are you all staring at me?"

"Zhang Jie casually shoved the cherry tomato into Xiao Jiu's mouth and gave the little‑dog ship girl's head two rubs."

"You go ahead and eat; I'll go handle some things."

"Zhang Jie left; he'd just had some decent research inspiration he was eager to try."

"......"

"By the way, would a normal human have such reflexes and speed?"

"Definitely not...."

"Qiong began to think about whether she should find a few people to give Zhang Jie a thorough check‑up."

"Eh? Nom nom… Daitao, why do you only eat rice with a fork?"

"Xiao Jiu felt a pang of doubt, while Daitao's cheeks instantly flushed."

"Shut up!"

"Tsk."

"Just don't bully her—she's simply slow and doesn't know how to use it."

"Qiong's one sentence ripped open Daitao's modesty cloth, and she instantly broke down."

"Hearing the noisy scuffle outside, Zhang Jie felt satisfied—his little house was finally bustling with life."

"His junkyard has also grown larger and larger; the three little fellows now rarely bother with processing useless household trash."

"These days their focus is mostly on the old items recycled here, unclaimed interstellar express deliveries, and the estates of people who died in heavenly disasters, bundled up and sold off."

"Well, these are far better than those reeking household wastes—at least you won't dig up biological feces or transparent genetic‑material storage bags and such disgusting things."

"Being a scavenger isn't just about grabbing every bottle or scrap of paper you see; although when forced, one will indeed pick up a bit just to get by."

"Nowadays the three Ship Girls' bedrooms have plenty of fun stuff."

Develop, just keep developing like this; soon, all the garbage on the entire planet will belong to you.

Age 25: another year has passed, 25 years old; for humanity in the universe, you are still not an adult, your life still has a very long time ahead.

And just as you expected, after a year, your garbage collection range has become ever wider, and the reactor matter has become known to more and more people.

When these people learned that you possessed something that could produce incredibly valuable antimatter just by dumping garbage in, they all eyed you like wolves.

Those who wanted to seize it by force using their status, those who wanted to buy it with money, those who wanted to sneak it away—every sort existed, but none of them succeeded.

On the contrary, your fame grew ever larger; when people talked about you, they inevitably mentioned that garbage-to-treasure printing press, and half the planet's garbage ended up in your hands.

And after finding a civilization willing to pay a high price for antimatter, you sold all the antimatter you had accumulated over the past year!

And with that money, plus all the prize money Dai Taozi has won over the past year, you finally saved enough to buy a brand-new Ship Life!

It's a bit tough, hey all my adoptive fathers; I originally thought that with my old book like this, although traffic is low, at least it could be a bit stable, but I didn't expect that after resuming double updates, instead the single updates gave even more—if this continues I really might die!!!

Well, but adoptive fathers, rest assured, ginseng won't become a eunuch, but at least give us a bit of motivation!

(There's still one chapter at noon or in the afternoon.)