Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 415 – Half a Bottle of Original Pulp

Lin Fan walked out of the command post.

The sunlight outside was blinding.

She glanced down at the smoky-gray flowing gown she was wearing, then at the white strappy high heels on her feet.

They had felt fresh and pretty when she first put them on.

Now, looking at them, they were just… that.

Seeing them too much really did cause aesthetic fatigue.

Lin Fan let out a sigh.

It was hard to go from luxury to frugality.

Back when Yui was by her side, if she wanted any style of clothing, she could just use her Reality Rewriting Special Ability to change outfits in a second.

Now that Yui was gone, finding clothes was something she had to do herself.

The piles of clothes in the System Space were like a mountain—rummaging through them was practically manual labor.

Lin Fan felt that from now on, she should recruit more women who were both good-looking and possessed life-type Special Abilities.

Not for any other reason—just having them attend to daily needs would save a lot of trouble.

She quickened her pace.

Before she even reached the training ground, she could hear Lu Yuan’s loud voice carrying across the distance.

That guy was bragging to the soldiers again.

Lin Fan slowed her steps, her feet making no sound at all.

Lu Yuan sat on a stack of empty ammunition crates, a half-smoked cigarette pinched between his fingers, spittle flying as he talked.

A dense ring of people surrounded him below.

There were veterans from the Western Sichuan base, and also those newly-restored soldiers from the former Federation.

“Let me tell you, the situation was critical at that moment!”

Lu Yuan slapped his thigh with loud smacks.

“If it weren’t for me transforming into a flash of light to hold back that seven-meter lizard, Lei Jie would have been stuck in a tough fight!”

The people below swallowed hard.

“But then—” Lu Yuan took a deep drag of his cigarette.

“Lei Jie, on the way back, she thought I talked too much, so she stuffed her sock right into my mouth!”

“Tell me, what kind of nonsense is that? Isn’t that repaying kindness with enmity?!”

A muffled gasp erupted from the crowd.

A few hot-blooded young men had red eyes, itching to go up and beat this show-off.

But the veterans who had heard his tall tales long ago were already immune—they didn’t believe that a goddess-like figure like Lei Jie would reward such foolish luck.

“Captain, so… what did it taste like?” a new recruit dared to ask.

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Lu Yuan flicked his ash with satisfaction.

“Lei Jie’s sock had been worn for several days, heh heh heh—that taste, I can’t even describe it.”

The breathing of those below grew heavier.

“But then—” Lu Yuan shifted his tone, his face full of regret.

“I’m a proper man, you know. Anyone else would probably have been in heaven on the spot, but I just felt like throwing up.”

The boast landed with weight.

The soldiers below were about to join in the ruckus.

Then, a few veterans at the edge of the crowd suddenly shut their mouths.

Their eyes went wide, staring at the direction behind Lu Yuan, their Adam’s apples bobbing frantically.

The lively atmosphere was cut off in an instant.

Everyone followed the veterans’ gaze, and then collectively fell silent.

The once-noisy ground had not a single sound within seconds.

People desperately signaled to Lu Yuan with their eyes, and a few had already begun quietly backing away.

“Why are you all making that face?”

Lu Yuan blew out a smoke ring.

“Jealousy won’t get you anywhere—this is the special treatment that strength brings.”

No one dared to respond.

A veteran who usually got along well with Lu Yuan had his facial muscles twitching wildly, his eyes darting repeatedly behind Lu Yuan.

A gentle breeze passed by.

A pleasant, exotic fragrance drifted into Lu Yuan’s nostrils.

Very familiar.

Extremely deadly.

The fingers holding the cigarette trembled violently, and the butt dropped straight onto his crotch.

He didn’t even bother with the burn—his neck stiffly turned around.

Lin Fan stood less than two meters behind him.

Arms crossed over her chest.

Her stunningly beautiful face was filled with undisguised mockery.

Her white hair was lifted by the wind.

Those eyes, holding stars within them, were fixed on him.

Lu Yuan jumped off the ammunition crate as if electrocuted.

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“B-Boss.”

Lu Yuan stood ramrod straight, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

Lin Fan’s gaze swept calmly over the group of people below.

Those who had been sitting or squatting scrambled to their feet all at once, chests puffed out high.

“Quite lively here.” Lin Fan parted her red lips slightly.

“N-no no no!”

Lu Yuan was drenched in sweat.

“Just exchanging combat experience with the brothers! Boosting morale!”

Lin Fan walked up to Lu Yuan, her gaze lowering to land on his face, which was beaded with nervous sweat.

“Exchanging experience on getting stomped in the face? Or exchanging experience on eating socks?”

Lu Yuan’s legs went weak, and he nearly dropped to his knees on the spot.

“Boss, I was wrong! I have a big mouth! I’ll go dig Crystals right now!”

Lin Fan paid no attention to his pleas for mercy.

She looked down at her own smooth, fair legs.

This haute couture long dress paired with stockings felt cumbersome, so when she had changed clothes earlier, she had simply torn off the original nude-colored stockings.

Lin Fan spoke in a flat tone.

“Consider yourself lucky.”

The soldiers watching from below all had their eyes light up in unison, revealing envious looks.

Lu Yuan nodded repeatedly with a mournful face.

“Yes, yes, yes. Boss’s lesson is well taken.”

Lin Fan didn’t tease him further.

She flipped her palm over, and a transparent glass bottle appeared in her hand.

This was produced last night while dealing with the residual “obsession” left by Long Xuan.

Lin Fan casually tossed the bottle to Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan caught it in a fluster, looked down, and was filled with confusion.

“Boss, what is this?”

“A good thing.”

Lin Fan glanced at him.

“You’re at mid-Level 6 strength right now. Once you return to Azurewood City, you’d barely manage to guard the front gate. Drink this.”

Lu Yuan held the bottle, feeling the surging energy within, and his eyes immediately lit up.

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“It can level me up?”

Lin Fan spoke.

“It’ll guarantee you at least a push to peak Level 6. Don’t embarrass me.”

Lu Yuan’s mouth hung wide open.

The soldiers below were completely dumbstruck.

Half a bottle of liquid could push someone from mid-Level 6 to peak Level 6?

What kind of heaven-defying potion was this?

“Remember.”

Lin Fan turned and walked toward the supply area.

“After you drink it, get to work immediately. If even one of the twenty thousand Crystals is missing, I’ll hang you upside down from the walls of Azurewood City as a target.”

“Understood! Boss is mighty!”

Lu Yuan clutched the bottle tightly and roared with excitement.

Lin Fan walked away without looking back.

Only after Lin Fan had gone far did the training ground dare to breathe again.

“Captain.”

A group of soldiers—formerly Wang Shan’s puppet soldiers, now defected to the Chuanxi Army—crowded around, staring unblinkingly at the bottle in Lu Yuan’s hand.

“What kind of godly miracle drug is this that Lei Jie gave you?”

Lu Yuan unscrewed the cap.

A rich fragrance wafted out.

Lu Yuan swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

“Who cares what it is! Whatever Boss gives is definitely top-tier!”

He tilted his head back and poured most of the thick liquid directly into his mouth.

The liquid dissolved the moment it touched his tongue, transforming into a violent yet extremely gentle energy that rushed down his throat into his stomach, then exploded, flowing through every limb and bone.

A series of crackling pops sounded from Lu Yuan’s bones.

A dazzling white light burst forth from within his body.

The bottleneck at mid-Level 6 shattered the instant it came into contact with this energy.

The people around him were pushed back several steps by the surge of force.

Chen Mo, approaching from a distance, caught sight of the scene and froze in place.

The blinding light faded.

Lu Yuan let out a long breath.

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His aura was now several times more formidable than before.

Peak Level Six.

He had truly reached peak Level Six just by drinking a mouthful of water.

Chen Mo hurried over to Lin Fan and snapped a crisp military salute.

“Lei Jie.”

The look in Chen Mo’s eyes could no longer be described as admiration—it was the gaze of one beholding a living god.

Lin Fan stopped.

“Is the standby personnel formation ready?””

“It’s ready.”

Chen Mo handed over a roster.

“Eight hundred and twenty people are willing to stay at the Western Sichuan base—mostly those whose families are still alive, or veterans who’ve grown attached to this place. The rest are following Captain Lu to Azurewood City.”

Lin Fan didn’t even take the roster.

“No need to look. The Western Sichuan base is yours and Chu Chen’s from now on. Build the defensive installations as you see fit—if you need heavy firepower, request it from Azurewood City.”

“Yes!”

Chen Mo responded loudly.

Lin Fan turned her gaze to the mountain of low-level Mutated Beast corpses ahead.

Most of these Demonic Creatures were Tier One or Two, their Crystals not particularly high quality, but their sheer numbers made up for it.

Over twenty thousand Crystals—enough to ease the immediate crisis at Azurewood City’s arsenal.

But this was far from sufficient.

The Dragon Clan’s reserves ran unfathomably deep.

And the Experimental Subjects the old men of the Federation had hidden away in the shadows would devour who knew how many resources.

She had to seize every resource she could strip from Blue Star into her own hands as quickly as possible.

She turned to Chen Mo.

“Chu Chen just gave me some coordinates—Wang Shan and Chen Dingjun’s hideouts.”

Chen Mo’s expression tightened.

Lin Fan smoothed her wind-tangled white hair.

“I’m going to pay them a visit. Hold the Western Sichuan line tight—don’t let so much as a fly through that Rift.”

She turned, her gaze fixed on the distant east.

Those high-and-mighty Federation higher-ups thought they could strike deals with the Dragon Clan—pitifully foolish, the lot of them.