Chapter 360 - 360 I'm Dead

360 I’m Dead

“By the way, Big Brother, aren’t you just a rank-three? How did you blood make me another rank-three?

“This doesn’t make any sense.”

Genta was young, but he wasn’t stupid.

“Um…

“Here’s how it is. There are many types of Awakened Ones.

“Some awakened ones are good at fighting, while others are good at supporting.

“I can turn low-level Awakened Ones into the same level as me.”

Wang Ran made up a bunch of nonsense.

“Ah! So that’s how it is!”

Genta nodded.

He played games, so it was easier for him to understand.

“Big Brother, can you do the same for my grandfather and the others?” Genta continued asking.

“I don’t think that’s possible.

“You grandfather is too old to take such a strain.

“Besides, I have to recover from this. It has a long cooldown.”

Wang Ran continued to spout more nonsense.

“I see…”

Genta nodded.

He was already very satisfied with this.

Although he was not sure if he had the strength to save his sister, there was definitely more hope than before.

After sailing for some time, the fishing boat docked at port.

The fishermen carried a few styrofoam boxes to the shore.

The boxes contained their harvest.

Although they didn’t get any tuna that the camp boss loved to eat, they still caught some small fish.

“Wang Ran-san, why don’t you follow us to the survivor camp?

“Although the food there isn’t delicious, it’s filling,” Gakkai said enthusiastically.

He was still unaware that his grandson had become a rank-three Awakened One.

However, he could still tell that his grandson was happy.

Wang Ran followed the group of people in two pickup trucks back to a baseball field in the city.

The place had been transformed into a medium-sized survivor camp.

The car stopped at the entrance of the camp.

Wang Ran helped to move the styrofoam boxes.

Gakkai led the group to the gate of the camp.

“Old man, how’s the harvest this time?” the guard asked while picking at his teeth.

“It’s alright, it’s alright…

“We didn’t catch any tuna, but we got a good haul,” Gakkai replied while bowing.

“You dare to come back without tuna?

“It’s not like you don’t know that the boss only likes to eat tuna!

“Hurry up and get in. Don’t let me be tainted by your bad luck.”

The guard waved his hand impatiently.

Wang Ran carried the box and followed the fishermen into the camp.

This place was similar to the early survivor camps in N-City, with tents scattered all over the ground.

The higher the status of the person, the larger the tent.

Gakkai brought everyone to a large tent.

“Boss, we’ve returned from fishing.

“There are five boxes of fish and shrimp this time. They are all very fresh,” Gakkai carefully said.

“Oh? Any tuna?”

A thin man with a murderous look in his eyes walked out.

This man was the boss of the camp, Kirino Hiroshi.

“I’m sorry, Boss…”

“This time, we were attacked by mutated sharks at sea and didn’t catch any tuna…”

Gakkai lowered his head.

“How dare you show up here without tuna!

“What am I going to eat for the next few days?

“F*ck it, you’re sailing out again tomorrow! Don’t come back if you don’t have tuna!” shouted Kirino Hiroshi.

“But…

“You always let us rest for a few days…” Gakkai argued.

“Rest for a few days?”

“You guys can’t even catch a single tuna. Do you seriously expect to rest?

“You even brought a newbie here, right? Do you think I’m running a charity?

“Get out and fish tomorrow. Otherwise, get lost!” Kirino Hiroshi said coldly.

“But there’s enough fish here to last two days.”

“Yeah, you can’t do this!”

“This is too much!”

The fishermen started to complain.

In the past, they were willing to fish and hand it over because they wanted a safe shelter.

“What’s wrong?

“Do you intend to rebel?”

Kirino Hiroshi glanced at the fishermen.

Kirino Hiroshi did not care about these rank-one and rank-two fools.

“No, but you can forget the trade!

“These fish and shrimp can last us two days.

“Guys, let’s take the boxes and leave,” Gakkai turned his head and said.

“Leave?”

Hiroshi Kirino grabbed Gakkai’s collar and lifted him up.

“How much have you fishermen eaten at my camp?

“If it wasn’t for your fishing skills, I would have kicked you out long ago.

“Now, I’ll give you two choices.

“One, go out and catch tuna tomorrow obediently, and I’ll pretend nothing happened.

“Two, each of you leave an arm behind and get lost,” Kirino Hiroshi said coldly.

The fishermen trembled.

Leave an arm behind?

How were they going to fish in the future?

But if they remained here, they would have to suffer more and more excessive oppression from this guy…

The fishermen were very conflicted.

“You b*stard, let go of my grandfather!”

Genta’s eyes turned red when he saw Kirino Hiroshi pick up his grandfather.

Now that he was a rank-three Awakened One, he was naturally more confident than before.

“Yo, you little shit, you’re quite bold!

“You dare to stand up to me?

“Alright, I’ll use you as an example!”

Hiroshi Kirino threw Gakkai aside and walked towards Genta.

“Boss, don’t!

“Don’t hurt my grandson!

“We’ll agree to it!”

Gakkai knelt on the side and begged him.

“Too late for that now!

“Behold, your much-needed lesson.

“I’ll take this kid’s arm as payment.”

Hiroshi Kirino reached out to Genta.

Genta looked at Wang Ran, who was at the side, and Wang Ran gave him an encouraging nod.

Genta made up his mind. He directly stepped forward and kicked Hiroshi Kirino’s crotch!

“Ahh!”

Kirino Hiroshi had not expected this little boy to have such great strength.

This kick had shattered one of his balls.

Instantly, the veins on Kirino Hiroshi’s forehead popped out, and his face turned red.

The surrounding fishermen were all frightened.

This time, they were in trouble.

He was a rank-five Awakened One!

‘It’s over, it’s over. We’re dead.’