Chapter 24: Principal, What Brings You Here?

“I need to go to the Kowe Research Institute tomorrow to test the new medicine,” Zhang Chu thought to himself as he lay in the master bedroom, staring at the ceiling and planning out his next moves. “Then I’ll head over to the Exotic Beast Forest.”

Seven hundred thousand, spent in a single day.

For a martial artist, a million was truly just pocket change—gone before you knew it. He needed to try his luck at the Exotic Beast Forest. With the storage ring in his possession, he could bring anything out for free.

There were still four days until the Warrior Center would issue the mercenary group missions. Zhang Chu did the math: if he went to the Exotic Beast Forest every day, reaching Martial Artist Level 3 in four days shouldn’t be a problem.

The following day, Zhang Chu went to the Kowe Research Institute as usual. The drug trial proceeded just as it had before, with Zhao Wuming personally overseeing the entire process. Without Zhang Chu, the development of the Vital Blood Pill could never have advanced so rapidly. This time, it was the fourth generation of the pill.

As was customary, the mechanical arm handed Zhang Chu two pills first. Before taking them, he glanced at his personal status screen. After subtracting the 410 vitality points he used to increase his proficiency yesterday, his total vitality stood at 762.

“Ding-dong. Detected: host has ingested two Grade 1 inferior Vital Blood Pills. Vitality +40.”

Within seconds of swallowing the two pills, the system’s voice echoed in his mind.

Zhang Chu’s eyes lit up. Compared to the first-generation Vital Blood Pill, the fourth generation had indeed been greatly improved.

If they could develop a fifth generation, one inferior Vital Blood Pill would be equivalent to two Vitality Pills. The Vitality Pill market would be completely upended.

“Mr. Zhang Chu, this experiment received special approval from the director. We’d like to test the human body’s tolerance limits for the Vital Blood Pill. If you agree, we can conduct a second and third round of testing.”

Just as Zhang Chu was about to leave, Zhao Wuming’s voice sounded from within the room.

“Agreed. We’re all here to make money—who would turn down extra cash?” Zhang Chu nearly laughed out loud.

With the system’s support, he had unlimited endurance. Eating ten or more Vital Blood Pills shouldn’t be a problem; he might even increase his skill proficiency in the process.

“We’ll proceed with the second round of testing.”

As soon as Zhao Wuming finished speaking, the mechanical arm handed him two more pills.

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“Next, the fourth round!”

An hour later, after Zhang Chu had taken eight Vital Blood Pills and his physical stats were off the charts, Zhao Wuming finally ended the experiment.

Several medical staff rushed in to check Zhang Chu’s condition. Once they confirmed he was fine, all of them wore expressions of disbelief.

Some gifts simply could not be matched. Who would have thought someone could naturally possess a talent for drug trials?

Zhao Wuming was ecstatic. With Zhang Chu’s help, the Vital Blood Pill would no doubt meet the requirements for market release.

At noon, Zhao Wuming treated Zhang Chu to lunch in the institute’s cafeteria before personally escorting him to the door. “Mr. Zhang Chu, our director has been in closed-door meetings these past few days, but he just said he’d like to meet you when there’s time.”

“Brother Zhao, just arrange it as you see fit. After all, the director is technically my boss now,” Zhang Chu joked as he walked out.

He hailed a car and, closing his eyes to rest, finally allowed a contented smile to surface.

Each Vital Blood Pill increased his vitality by 20. Eight pills meant a boost of 160. Although he hadn’t triggered the martial skill proficiency system, seeing his vitality at 920 was more than satisfying.

Tomorrow he would visit the Exotic Beast Forest and acquire a few beast cores. Breaking through to Level 3 within three days was well within reach.

The car stopped outside the Warriors’ Home. For privacy, Zhang Chu walked into the villa district by himself.

The treatment for a Level 2 martial artist was different. The security at the entrance to the villas were all young, beautiful women, and today they were dressed in black.

As he walked, Zhang Chu glanced back at the women, curious to see if the black stockings in this world were the same as those from Balenciaga in Paris.

“Zhang Chu!”

Just then, a melodious voice rang out like a songbird. Looking up, Zhang Chu saw Huang Yingying and Huang Wenzhan standing outside his villa. In Huang Wenzhan’s hands was a fruit basket.

“Principal, what brings you here?”