Chapter 6: Earn Contribution Points

If it weren't for the firm attitude of several people, Ye Xi'an, this vicious female, would have already sold us off to some remote corner as free labor.

Although he is now also free labor, at least he still has some beastman rights; if he were really sold, he'd be treated like livestock.

Bao Jing hugged his bare upper torso and teasingly asked Ye Xi'an, "Oh? Where do you get Contribution Points to buy me clothes?"

"I can earn it!"

She used to support herself by writing code her whole life, and she can still do that now.

"Then do you know how to earn Contribution Points?"

"Uh"

I don't know if coding on this planet pays.

Ye Xi'an quickly searched her mind, but she never found a way to earn Contribution Points.

No, what's wrong with the Original Owner? She doesn't even know how to make money on her own planet.

Seeing Ye Xi'an's performance, Bao Jing knew she had no idea how to earn Contribution Points on Zhu Shen Xing, and he couldn't help but let out a cold snort from his throat.

He should have realized that earlier.

Before adulthood, Ye Xi'an relied on the planet for sustenance; after coming of age, she lived by sucking the blood of those four people, never asking how they earned Contribution Points, just needing to lie at home like a parasite, waiting for them to feed her.

Not knowing is completely normal.

But mixed with that sense of entitlement is a hint of anger, so Ye Xi'an's previous unwillingness to go to the Main God Hall to take missions wasn't because she didn't want to earn Contribution Points, but simply because she wanted to mess with them.

Killing intent gradually rose again from the depths of her heart.

Ye Xi'an knew she was somewhat embarrassed at the moment, she awkwardly touched her small nose and asked, "How should I earn money?"

Bao Jing didn't want to speak, thinking telling her would be a waste of breath; better to go boil some water to drink.

But when he saw the empty water tank, he was dumbfounded.

Was that a tank of pure water he had painstakingly earned by helping others move furniture?

Bao Jing incredulously reached his hand into the bottom of the tank and rubbed, only feeling a still slightly damp ceramic surface.

"Ye Xi'an!"

Bao Jing roared toward the sky, his long straight legs taking wide strides as he rushed into the house, grabbing Ye Xi'an's collar and demanding, "Where's my water?"

The male's scorching breath blew onto Ye Xi'an's face, so hot she couldn't open her eyes.

"Can you stay away from me?"

"No!"

Bao Jing said, pulling Ye Xi'an closer to himself, close enough that he could smell the sour odor of a female who hadn't washed in a long time, though mixed with a faint sweetness hard to detect.

Ye Xi'an's attempt to stop him failed, so she could only turn her head, observe the situation outside, suddenly thought of something, raised her right hand, and pointed cautiously at the water tank fallen on the ground: "The water in that tank?"

"Yes! Where did it go!"

"I used it to wipe your body; you're covered in blood, without water you can't get clean."

Bao Jing was stunned, didn't expect Ye Xi'an to have used the water on his body, which dissipated some of his anger, but he still felt like killing.

"You used all that water just to wipe my blood? Do you know this tank is our monthly supply? Now it's all ruined because of you!"

"Huh?"

She didn't know; the little water at the door isn't even enough for her to wash her hair once, yet it's supposedly their monthly usage.

Sniffle, they're really poor; she doesn't want to live a poor life.

Wait, Ye Xi'an thought of a serious problem: if such a little amount of water lasts a month, do they usually not bathe or wash their hair?

Ye Xi'an quickly pulled over her pink long T-shirt; ugh, it's sour and smelly.

She touched her hair again; it was messy like a bird's nest.

"Bao Jing, do you have a mirror? I want to see what I look like now."

Bao Jing disdainfully let go of Ye Xi'an, his handsome lips curling into a sneer, his contempt no longer hidden.

"Want to know what you look like? Just pee and look at the reflection."

Ye Xi'an:...

She suddenly understood why the Original Owner liked beating these beastmen; part of the reason was definitely Bao Jing's lowly tone.

So lowly that her social anxiety symptoms improved considerably.

Hmph, wanting to know what she looks like doesn't necessarily require a mirror.

She remembered there was a sewage ditch near the slum.

Watching Ye Xi'an storm out angrily, Bao Jing felt somewhat uneasy.

This Ye Xi'an, who never steps out of the main gate, where is she going?

He no longer wanted to die so badly; to prevent Ye Xi'an from dragging him along to his death, he silently followed her.

Bao Jing followed Ye Xi'an to the sewage ditch; the female cautiously stepped on the muddy edge, poked her head inside, and immediately let out a sharp, piercing cry.

"Ah——, how did I turn into this ghostly appearance!"

Ye Xi'an by the ditch was about to cry; she's just socially anxious, not a beast, why make her like this.

A head of hair of indeterminate color tangled in a miraculous trajectory, forming a tall bird's nest tower, inside also various leaves, food scraps, and unknown stuff.

Her face had patches of black and white, and in some places the dirty environment caused breakouts.

Her teeth were yellowish-red, and a bite would yield a fingernail's worth of plaque.

Ye Xi'an really couldn't bear it; she felt like she was going to vomit.

No, she needs to brush her teeth, wash her hair, and take a bath.

She frantically turned her head, seeing Bao Jing she lunged at him, wriggling coquettishly: "Please, tell me how to earn Contribution Points——"

The female's soft body kept rubbing against him, leaving Bao Jing momentarily at a loss: "Don't move around! Let go!"

"If you don't tell me, I won't let go!"

Bao Jing threatened loudly: "Let go!"

"No!"

Ye Xi'an's attitude was very firm; rather than living so miserably, it would be better to die.

"Fine, fine, fine, I give in, you let me go, I'll tell you."

Ye Xi'an then reluctantly let go as she wished, but thinking about what she had just done, she felt embarrassed.

She actually took the initiative to hug a stranger; although it wasn't a person, it was still great progress!

There are two ways for us to earn experience points.

One way is like us four, going out to help others do odd jobs, like moving furniture, building houses, beating up disobedient males, delivering parcels, etc.; but since there's no danger, even if you work hard all day, you can only get about 5 Contribution Points.

How much water can 5 Contribution Points buy?

Maybe a spoonful. The tank of water you wasted costs 50 Contribution Points.

Really dark!

Working hard for 10 days only gets you one tank of water?

After Ye Xi'an finished complaining, she quietly waited for Bao Jing to mention another way, but he suddenly stopped talking.

What about the other way then?

Bao Jing sneered: "You tell me! Of course it's going to the Mission Hall to take missions; a single mission yields at least several hundred."

Ye Xi'an gazed at the sky speechless; the one who didn't know was the Original Owner, but the one being yelled at was her.

Why don't you take missions instead of doing hard labor?

Bao Jing helplessly rubbed his forehead; Ye Xi'an truly knows nothing about life's common sense. He continued explaining: "After males marry, they can't take missions themselves; only the wife master can. But you."

Bao Jing's words turned at the tip of his tongue; he didn't directly say that Ye Xi'an deliberately didn't bring them to take missions to torment them, otherwise that vicious female would surely hit him again.

Although he wants dignity, it's still good to get beaten less.

You seem unwilling to earn Contribution Points, so you never take us on missions; thus we keep getting poorer.

Ye Xi'an understood; so their current poverty is all because of the Original Owner?

But what benefit does doing this have for the Original Owner?

I'll take a mission tomorrow!

(End of chapter)