With a shy yet excited smile, and her eyes always shining, Dale said, "You're amazing. Many people can't compare to you."
Losi scratched her head sheepishly, "No, no, you flatter me."
Lolev cleared his throat and sat down on the recliner: "Alright, you two, stop being so polite. Let me tell you about the election."
"There are four colleges in the safe zone, which enroll about 20,000 students each year, but we refugees only have a limited number of places."
He paused deliberately, building suspense, before saying, "Ten."
The refugee camp has a population of 1 million, but only 10 places are available.
Lorev: "If the safe zone is one in a hundred, then our refugee camp is one in ten thousand. The first hurdle is the high cultural requirement, and many people will be eliminated because of this low score."
Hearing this, Losi couldn't help but feel nervous: "How tall?"
She didn't know much about Planet Ajeel. The people around her talked about how to survive every day, and only the rich had the leisure to discuss the past and the future.
Lloyd: "I know most of the words!"
Lossie: ...She's overthinking it.
Planet Ajeel has been in the wasteland era for over a hundred years. The knowledge and culture of the refugees outside have long been lost, and it's already quite remarkable that they can recognize most of the characters.
Although Losi found the "high" requirement somewhat ridiculous, it was indeed an indelible obstacle standing in the way of the refugees.
Lorev continued, "The second hurdle is physical fitness or special skills. With Dale's strength, she should have no problem making it into the top twenty."
Lossie, if your specialty is accuracy, there will be guns and all sorts of weapons there, and you can show off your skills. There will be judges who will score you; I can't help you with that, it's all up to you.
The final stage is different from the free-for-all battles of previous years; this time it's a hunt. I heard they've already set up a hunting ground, and everyone will enter that area, making it an upgraded version of the free-for-all.
The specific rules are still unknown; it's all up to your luck.
Dyer asked, "Can we bring our own weapons when hunting?"
Lorev: "It's unlikely. In previous years, the weapons were chosen based on the rankings of the first two matches. It's unlikely that we'll be allowed to bring our own weapons this year."
After saying that, Lavrov looked at Rossi: "You should be able to read, right? If you can't, you have to get into the top five in the next two matches to have a chance of making it into the top ten."
Of course, even if you don't make it into the top ten, as long as you perform exceptionally well, you're very likely to be noticed by the military. In previous years, they typically recruit 20-30 people; although the percentage isn't large, it's still considered safe territory.
Losi: "I know some words, but I'm prone to making mistakes. It's not a big problem."
The rain outside hadn't stopped, and even through the door, the deafening sound could still be heard.
"The cold wave is here, marking the start of winter. This election will be much more difficult. We don't know when the rain will stop. You two should rest well these next few days and stay in good shape."
"Understood." Losi saluted Lolev, mimicking the soldiers.
Dai'er followed suit: "Understood, sir!"
Lolev rolled his eyes at the two of them and snorted in response.
Next, it's time to count Lossie's spoils.
"The brown bear pelt is rotten, so it can only be butchered and sold. We can't find a seller for the meat right now, so we'll leave it here for now. How much we can sell depends on luck. You spent over a hundred points today just for this?"
"Not at all." Losi chuckled and took the bag hanging on the handlebars from the motorcycle.
She unzipped her handbag, and a blue light suddenly shone out, standing out brightly in the dimly lit shop.
Even as the firewood burned brightly, its life force exhausted, everyone present cast their gazes toward Yuan Jing.
"You..." Lorev hesitated, but she had already found another source crystal. Judging from its purity, it was probably worth thousands of points!
Losi took out the source crystal she had found that day and handed it over: "I understand, I was just lucky."
As for the source crystal from before, we can take it out again if we don't have enough points, and if we do, we can use it as a backup resource.
“So beautiful…” Dale whispered from the side. She had seen the source crystal that Losi had sent as a condition for the extension last time. Although it was large, its color was dull and it was far less spiritual than this one.
Lolev, who was over fifty years old, had never seen anyone so lucky before, and he was so envious he almost wanted to vomit blood. People really can't be compared.
He took the crystal and pulled out professional testing equipment from the back compartment.
"Source Crystals are divided into 6 levels, from A to F, with A being the highest and F the lowest. Even the worst A-level crystal is worth ten million, enough for a month's energy supply for the safe zone."
As soon as she finished speaking, Losi's source crystal test results came out.
"D-grade, top level, around 7890, you've really hit the jackpot!" Lolev said incredulously, rummaging around in the air, trying to find something.
Dale silently blocked a cabinet, somewhat annoyed: "Grandpa."
Lolev, who had just taken out his lighter, looked embarrassed and silently put it back: "Sigh, I just wanted to calm my nerves, I wasn't really planning to smoke."
With a quick glance, she changed the subject, saying, "Hey you, Losi, are you going to sell this Source Crystal to me or give it to Zack directly?"
Losi blinked her big eyes and tucked a stray hair behind her ear: "I can guarantee that Dale will make it into the top ten in the third round."
This statement was completely nonsensical, and it took old Lev a while to understand what Rossi meant.
“I think cooperation is better than a deal, and Dale’s power can also help you.”
“But I don’t want to lose so many points, Mr. Lolev, you know, half of my debt is interest, which is too high.”
Furthermore, I have no way of verifying whether my father actually borrowed that much. Shouldn't he have shown some compassion towards a pitiful orphan like me?
In the darkness, Losi's green eyes were full of cunning, yet she was impossible to dislike.
Lorev frowned, his voice a octave lower than before: "Why are you telling me this? I'm not a member of the Black River Gang, do you think I'd help you reduce your debts?"
Dale clenched her small hands and looked back and forth anxiously. How did the two of them, who were fine just a moment ago, suddenly become so tense?
Lossie just smiled and said, "You must have a close relationship with the Black River Gang. As long as you put in a good word for me, I'll pay the interest. I swear on my life savings, I'll guarantee that Dale will make it into the top ten!"
If I don't get in, I will definitely pay off the debt in full, including interest.
The room remained silent for a long time, with the loudest sound being Dale's tense breathing.
Suddenly, Lavrov snorted coldly: "Fine, brat, if you can't do what you say, you can forget about selling anything else in the refugee camp."
"Understood!" Losi, completely disregarding the somber atmosphere, cheerfully gave a military salute.
Lolev cursed him under his breath for being heartless, but he wasn't as angry as before.
How did you know I had connections with the Black River Gang?
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