“Plans for afterward, huh…”
Renn thought for a moment before saying, “I want to form a team.”
“A team?”
“That’s right. I have a plan to take on jobs from the Council of Elders. Those jobs will require a team to complete, but the income will be much better than scavenging resources from garbage heaps.”
With Renn’s current strength, there was no longer any need for him to keep scavenging garbage heaps.
He could find much better ways to obtain resources.
Working with the Council of Elders was one of the plans he had in mind.
“Can’t the two of us do it?”
“It wouldn’t be enough.”
“But if we bring in other people, won’t we have to split the income with them?”
Renn smiled.
“Machi, you’re still not looking at things broadly or far enough ahead.”
“Let me give you a simple example. If the two of us earn 100, each of us gets 50. But if there are four of us and we can earn 300, then each person can get at least 70.”
“The second option clearly earns us more, doesn’t it?”
“There may be more people splitting the profits, but the total income will increase too.”
Machi nodded reluctantly.
Renn shook his head.
This was the kind of mindset someone could easily develop after growing up in poverty.
But that wasn’t the person’s fault.
It was the fault of the environment they had grown up in.
There was a reason people cared so much about where someone came from, no matter the world.
A good environment might not necessarily make someone exceptionally capable.
But perspective, experience, connections, and access to resources were all extremely important in society.
And those weren’t things you could simply learn by picking up a book.
People were born unequal.
It started from there.
Many people who came out of remote villages might rank at the top of their class while in school.
Yet ten years later, you might find that their lives hadn’t turned out particularly well.
Often, it wasn’t because they lacked ability.
It was because they lacked luck.
When faced with choices in society, they didn’t have enough perspective or experience to guide them.
And there was no one around to help them.
All they could do was charge forward blindly.
If they were lucky and happened to choose a good path, they might end up doing fairly well.
But if they were unlucky and chose wrong, that first mistake would often lead to even more mistakes afterward.
“Okay.”
After returning to his room, Renn opened the DNF Panel.
Aside from the Gunner, Slayer, and Fighter, Renn also took the opportunity to familiarize himself with the remaining four Character panels and configure their skills, unlocking two for each.
For the Priest, he chose Slow Heal and Purification.
One was a healing skill.
The other removed negative status effects.
For the Mage, he chose Magic Missile and Substitute Strawman.
Compared to the Gunner’s bullets, Magic Missile could still adjust its trajectory after being fired, making it considerably more flexible.
Its speed, however, was somewhat lower.
As for Substitute Strawman, there was little to say.
It was an incredible skill.
The Lancer had no skills.
That was because almost all of the Lancer’s abilities were purely physical techniques.
The Agent wielded a gun in one hand and a sword in the other.
Renn chose Penetrating Shot and G-Type Grenade.
Penetrating Shot increased the piercing power of aura bullets.
G-Type Grenade, meanwhile, was essentially an enhanced version of Rising Shot.
Its area of effect was larger.
But its range was shorter.
“For now, there are only two Character panels I’ll use as my main options.”
“The Gunner and the Fighter.”
“I’ll use the Gunner for ranged combat and the Fighter for close combat.”
“The Priest and Mage can be useful in certain special situations.”
“As for the Slayer, I’ll have to wait until my Swordsmanship skill reaches the mastery level.”
“There’s not much reason to use the Lancer or Agent.”
Those two classes might have been perfectly strong in the actual game.
But after being transformed by Renn’s Nen ability and adapted to the rules of the real world, both were somewhat inferior to the other Character panels.
Suddenly, an enormous crash rang out.
Renn instantly snapped to attention and looked toward the direction the sound had come from.
“Renn, what happened?”
Machi entered Renn’s room.
“I don’t know, but it probably isn’t anything good.”
Renn’s eyes flickered.
He had a suspicion.
Meteor City was chaotic. This chapter is updated first at g.com.
Just how chaotic?
Renn’s experiences over the past few days were enough to answer that.
In only a handful of days, Renn had already killed more than a dozen people.
And every single one of them had been someone he had no choice but to kill.
There had been no innocent victims.
Even during the confrontation with the Jackal Gang, if things had gone slightly worse, Renn would almost certainly have ended up slaughtering his way through them as well.
But Meteor City’s chaos wasn’t limited to conflicts between individuals.
Gangs fought one another too.
All for the sake of profit.
The Shark Gang controlled this residential district, so there were undoubtedly plenty of other gangs coveting what they had.
And there was only one way to seize those profits.
Defeat the Shark Gang.
Destroy them.
Renn was certain that the sound just now had come from inside the residential district.
But the Shark Gang itself would never create such a huge disturbance in its own territory.
Which meant the ones responsible were almost certainly their rivals.
“Machi, there may be fighting soon. Be careful.”
“Okay.”
Machi’s expression turned serious.
More than a dozen figures appeared within their line of sight.
The nearby residents immediately scattered and fled.
“You Shark Gang bastards! Get out here and die!”
A young man suddenly threw a punch at one of the houses.
“Boom!”
A support pillar snapped.
The house collapsed on the spot.
Renn frowned as he looked at the young man.
Then his gaze shifted toward the person standing beside him.
Long ponytail.
Samurai-style clothing.
A sword hung at his waist, still sheathed.
Two names immediately surfaced in Renn’s mind.
Uvogin.
Nobunaga.