He Mu lay on his own bed and looked at the ceiling.
Being paralyzed for 18 years made him develop the habit of contemplation.
For instance, everything that happened last night repeated in his mind several times.
He even wondered what he should have done without those tactical weapons. How would he save Xiao Zhou and his own life?
The reason for this was that the next time he encountered a similar emergency, he could instantly think of a way to deal with it.
People encountered thousands of dangers in their lifetime, but in fact, many were repeated scenarios.
If one learned from a mistake, the possibility of getting through life safely would greatly increase.
And for one like He Mu, who lacked a sense of security, even if he wasn't challenged, he would still reflect.
And because of the lack of security, he only got up at one to two o'clock in the afternoon after feeling recharged.
He still wanted to go to the Red Mist Alliance.
Since Captain Luo told him to stay home for two days, he followed suit.
But hiding at home entirely was possible. How could he spend money while staying at home?
If money couldn't be transformed into strength, it wouldn't mean much to He Mu.
As for safety, he wasn't worried.
The military district was certainly safe, but the Red Mist Alliance was even safer.
After all, the Red Mist Alliance was full of Red Mist Fighters, and if something bad happened, the incident would be resolved as an instant mission offered to them.
…
After leaving his home and the military district, He Mu got on the bus.
In fact, every time he went out of the district, he could meet so many people.
But no one knew him, and he didn't know anyone either.
Some people lived with him in the military district for more than a decade, but they hadn't met several times.
Within the entire military district, he was only familiar with Grandma Wang next door, who was also the person mentioned in his brother's posthumous letter.
When his father went to the front, he and his big brother were still children, and it was Grandma Wang who did all the cooking and washing of clothes at home.
After the death of his father, it was also Grandma Wang who took the responsibility to take care of the two children, so the brothers weren't sent to the army orphanage.
Now, it seemed that Grandma Wang was working in the orphanage and only came back once a month.
Since he had recovered, he hadn't seen her once.
He Mu had thought about going to the orphanage to see Grandma Wang, but he felt conflicted.
Since he was a child, Grandma Wang had treated his big brother and him as if they were her own grandchildren.
Now that something had happened to his big brother, how would he face her and explain?
"Sigh…"
He Mu sighed lightly and looked out of the bus.
…
It was an hour's drive, and He Mu once again arrived at the Red Mist Alliance.
Today, the crowd at the Red Mist Alliance was unusually large, especially in front of the combat power wall. There were groups of people gathered there like a scene when a vendor was promoting a sale.
Out of curiosity, He Mu went over to take a look, and immediately realized what was going on.
It turned out that they were university's recruitment points.
It was time for high school graduates to fill out their volunteer applications. Apart from a few famous schools who weren't short of excellent students, other universities were competing for students.
And the competition was extremely fierce.
In his previous life, even if universities weren't famous, they would more or less have their own specialties that could attract students.
But in this world, universities were different.
As for how a university was determined to be great, it depended 80 percent on professions like Red Mist Fighters, and 20 percent on professions like Red Mist Technology and Monster Research.
Other professions were insignificant compared to these three professions. No matter how well one did in other professions, no one would pay attention.
That was why it simply wouldn't work to develop some unconventional profession to attract attention.
When all universities were competing for young Red Mist Fighters, it was imaginable what the popularity of young Red Mist Fighters would be like.
He Mu casually listened and heard a lot of conversations that sounded like bargaining and even malicious bidding.
…
"Ahem, Ms. Wang, as long as your son is willing to come to our school, his tuition fee can be reduced."
"Ms. Wang, if your son comes to our school, the school fees are free!"
"Ours are free too! Not only that, but there is also a monthly allowance for food and room!"
"Are you looking for a fight?"
"Let's fight! I'm not afraid of you!"
…
"Mr. Li, our school has the most advanced Red Mist Fighter training system in China; exactly the same as the one at Capital University, worth tens of billions!
Your son will have a great future if he comes to our school!"
"Uh, my son's performance in cultural subjects is a bit poor, can he do it?"
"Don't worry, your son's combat power is already 20, and our school can appropriately lower the cultural subject score requirements. But well, to prevent some gossip, you may have to pay a little more tuition fee."
"Tuition fee is not a problem!"
…
"Ms. Zhou, your daughter…"
…
Hearing this, He Mu shook his head with a smile and walked inside the Red Mist Alliance.
A scene like this would last for a long time.
And during this time, the Red Mist Alliance was undoubtedly extremely safe.
Most of those people who were spitting saliva like market vendors were university teachers who returned home from vacation and had more or less hundreds of combat power.
With them here, perhaps the security around the Red Mist Alliance far exceeded that of the so-called "Guardian district houses" and "military district houses".
…
He Mu entered the Red Mist Alliance.
At the corner of the end of the combat power wall…
A man with long hair covering his face leaned against the wall and snored loudly. He Mu couldn't tell his age.
The humble sign at his door had been blown down by the wind at some point, but he knew nothing about it.
…
At that moment, a middle-aged woman with a teenager came over. The two of them looked like they had a rough time going through the crowd. It was clear that they had hit a snag.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have come to this corner.
"Hey! Young man, wake up! Are you also a teacher of admissions?"
The middle-aged woman gently touched the long-haired man and called out.
"… H-Huh? A-Admission…!"
The man responded in a daze. Saliva flowed down the corners of his mouth as he spoke, and there was a strong smell of alcohol.
The teenager standing next to the middle-aged woman smelled the scent of alcohol and frowned, looking at his mother as if he were about to say something.
At that moment, the man lifted his spirits, wiped his mouth, rubbed the bloodshot eyes, and held up the sign in front of him.
"Madam, you've come to the right place. Our school has two nationally-recognized ace professions. If your son comes to our school… Heh, heh."
Even though the man's appearance looked careless, he spoke with considerable dedication.
"What profession?" The middle-aged woman hid her dissatisfaction and asked curiously.
The man gave a light hum and showed a rather proud expression.
"The first is the chef profession! The chef I'm talking about is a chef who processes monster flesh and blood. You may see that the Red Mist Alliance also provides monster blood and flesh, but the strong won't be satisfied eating those things.
"The strong only eat the flesh and blood of really powerful monsters, and the flesh and blood of those monsters are tougher than diamond and stronger than any alloy.
"This is when our chef comes on the scene. The chef can accurately destroy the structure of that blood and flesh to make it loose…"
…
This went on for more than three minutes.
Finally the long-haired man mysteriously pulled out a red document from the folds of his clothes.
"This is the third-class chef certificate. With this certificate, one is qualified to process all monster blood and flesh. Of course, a chef of this level can no longer be called a chef. Red Mist Fighters like us call them "gourmets" instead.
"Do you know what a gourmet certificate means?"
"What does it mean?" The middle-aged woman became interested.
The long-haired man stretched out his right hand and waved his five widened fingers. His eyes were full of aspiration.
"It means a starting annual salary of five million yuan. It also means not having to fight and kill, not having to take risks, being able to make friends with all kinds of big shots and go wherever you want! Dare I ask, is there a better career in this world?"
Speaking of which, the long-haired man leaned a little closer and spoke in a mysterious tone: "Madam, I'll let you in on a secret. The owner of this certificate is secretly withholding monster flesh and blood every year with a value of more than 10 million yuan!
"When he went on a blind date, he slammed this certificate on the table and his date instantly knelt down and screamed to marry him! I was so jealous!"
"Are you for real?"
The middle-aged woman was skeptical.
The teenager behind her seemed to have little interest in becoming a "gourmet". He asked: "What about the other ace profession?"
The long-haired man was slightly stunned by his reaction. His expression gradually became serious, and his eyes became even colder.
"Speaking of the other profession… Heh, let me ask you. Do you know that there is a group of people who risk their lives all year round on the battlefield? Whenever there are giant monsters, there are bound to be their traces. Not only that, but they also head to the wilderness and destroyed cities…
"In short, they are where the fighting is and where there is development to be done. They are everywhere! They have made tremendous contributions to the guardianship of all mankind!"
Hearing these remarks, the teenager only felt his blood boiling, as if he saw a mysterious organization that was silently guarding China.
"Teacher, what kind of a profession is that?" The teenager asked excitedly.
"Look at this!"
In a swift movement, the long-haired man pulled out another document with five big letters written on it!
Class A Excavator Driving License!
Seeing this document, the teenager only felt a moment of confusion.
The long-haired man said with a solemn face: "Do you know how the trenches on the battlefield came about? Do you know how the battlefield is cleaned up after the war?
"Do you know who wrapped things up after the giant monster attacked the city? You don't know because you only know how to fight and kill! You don't understand what dedication is. You can't see what those people gave to the construction of the city, and you can't see who is working day and night on the ruins of the destroyed city…"
At the end of the day, the long-haired man concluded: "Having this document means you've dedicated your whole life to giving! Of course, these people receive generous treatment. A certificate guaranteed three million yuan a year.
"If you own a dedicated excavator, it's even better! It is more useful than 10 real estate certificates. Show this driving license to your mother-in-law and I bet she will treat you even better than her own son!"
The middle-aged woman and the teenager looked at each other, and after a few moments asked in unison: "Teacher, what university are you representing?"
The long-haired man coughed lightly twice and placed the sign in front of his chest.
"Ahem, Lingzhou Vocational University."