I transformed into a cute girl and lived a carefree life in the apocalypse.

"There's something..."

"No, I refuse."

In a secluded place, before Mo Sheng could finish speaking, Yan Ziming, who understood what was going on from just the first few words, immediately refused.

It's infuriating to think about this. Even if she is a direct relative of Yan Shan, a high-ranking official in China, she can't be treated like a free laborer and forced to work herself to death all the time, can she?

After a while, they started pinning all sorts of problems on her, but she's not the kind of person who just takes things lying down!

To put it bluntly—lack of motivation.

"Is that so..." Mo Sheng smiled enigmatically, closed his eyes, and said with a hint of regret, "It's rare that the country wants you to have a better future. Since you don't accept it, then forget it."

"What better prospects? Give me an example."

Yan Ziming said with a hint of disdain that what the country could offer was nothing more than medals of honor and the like, which had no real significance for someone like her who wasn't directly affiliated with any official department.

"For example... I'll give you an SS-grade obsidian or something."

"Please give your instructions." Yan Ziming lowered her proud head.

The lack of motivation is merely a byproduct of insufficient tangible benefits.

—The world is bustling, all for profit; the world is in turmoil, all for profit.

Like many truths, this statement has been regarded as a truth by countless people.

Any interaction between people will result in the distribution of benefits, which leads to the question: if there are no benefits, who will do things for you?

Unless you're someone with a strong sense of mission or a saintly, innocent type, most people wouldn't do something like working for free.

Clearly, Yan Ziming didn't fit either of these criteria, which is why her attitude changed so quickly.

Mo Sheng said with a teasing expression, "You change your mind really fast. Who was it that rejected me before I could even finish speaking?"

"No, I don't remember anyone ever saying such a thing! How could a human say something like that?" Yan Ziming's righteous expression almost fooled even Mo Sheng, who was in the know.

"You're even insulting yourself now, you really are..."

"Alright, alright, let's skip the unnecessary pleasantries." Yan Ziming waved his hand and said with a wry smile, "Getting this SS-grade obsidian crystal isn't easy, is it?"

Yan Zimo had this much self-awareness; it was unrealistic and practically impossible for him to get something for nothing from the state.

Just as Yan Ziming wouldn't accept this mission without a benefit, the country wouldn't reward her with an SS-grade obsidian crystal for no reason; there must be something extremely difficult for her to do.

In the past, there have been instances of awarding obsidian to individuals or groups, but those were all achievements obtained through tireless hard work and risking one's life, to an unimaginable degree.

Just like the "Collective First-Class Merit" which is touted as "almost impossible to obtain" and is only awarded once every few decades, the difficulty of obtaining the reward of obsidian is even more exaggerated.

Because the reward rules for obsidian do not accept the 'accumulated military merit system', rewards are only given for outstanding performance in a single mission. If you don't meet the requirements for a single mission, although you can accumulate merit, you can only get other things, and it's impossible to get obsidian.

It is precisely because there are more wars after the end of the world that people have more opportunities to make meritorious contributions, which is why there are only a few cases like this. In peacetime, you can forget about it.

That was the case until six months ago.

In the six months since the cutting-edge technology for new applications of crystal cores was put on the agenda, there have been no further examples of rewarding obsidian crystals.

If before there was even a tiny bit of hope, like a grain of sand, to obtain obsidian from the state, now there is absolutely no chance, which is called "zero"!

Now, something with a probability of "zero" has become "non-zero" for Yan Ziming. If he doesn't seize this opportunity, he would be truly foolish.

Although she has made many great contributions to the country in the past, obtaining an SS-grade obsidian crystal is still an unattainable goal.

Mo Sheng made her request: "It's difficult in some ways, but not difficult in others. I want you to win first place in this individual competition of the Civilization Cup. It's that simple."

"First place?" Yan Ziming was taken aback.

“That’s right, number one.” Mo Sheng affirmed her own words.

Yan Ziming frowned.

With her strength, it's still possible for her to unleash her full power, but there's a major prerequisite—overcoming the formidable obstacle of Mu Mu.

Mu Mu was able to fight against a ninth-tier Netherworld being when she was on the deserted island. Although it was due to the advantage of elemental advantage, it also proved her talent and potential. She had already crossed the chasm between the eighth and ninth tiers. And most importantly, she was also a beneficiary of the sequence-level crystal core!

Several months have passed, and no one knows just how terrifying Mu Mu has become. In Yan Ziming's eyes, she is definitely the biggest winner of this Civilization Cup.

But defeating someone like her seems like an exhilarating experience...

Driven by interests and emotions, Yan Ziming, who was already in her forties, felt the passion of "youth" that belonged only to young people.

Suppressing his restless heart, Yan Ziming replied in a deep voice, "I will do my best."

"I came to talk to you about this. If you have nothing else important to say, you may leave now."

After receiving a satisfactory reply, Mo Sheng waved her hand, as if she had something important to do.

"Ah...yes, since I have this opportunity, I'll just say it directly. What's the deal with that guy named Bai He?"

Yan Ziming bluntly expressed his dissatisfaction with Bai He, saying that since taking her to his side, she had not only mocked him, but also dragged him into a quagmire.

"Oh? How exactly?" Mo Sheng's expression became slightly more serious.

"This guy, one minute he's talking about mysticism, the next he's talking about precognition..."

"You know about her superpower?" Mo Sheng's eyes widened as he growled in a low voice.

"Ah? Yes, I know. She told me herself. There was only Xian'er, me, and her there. There was no third person."

Mo Sheng rubbed her temples. "What else did she say to you?"

"Let me do something," Yan Ziming replied crisply.

"Then you can do it with peace of mind. You won't be shortchanged on rewards," Mo Sheng said solemnly.

The instructions given by Bai He are certainly not child's play; it would not be an exaggeration to say that they would affect the global landscape. Treating them with utmost caution is their only option.

"Huh? What exactly is the reward?" Yan Ziming asked excitedly.

"It depends on your contribution, but I must remind you that when she assigns someone a task, as long as that person completes it, it's almost like a collective first-class merit."

"Fuck!"

This is practically another obsidian gemstone!

Unexpectedly, a casual complaint brought him unexpected joy. Yan Ziming suddenly felt that being dragged into the mire by Bai He was not so bad after all.

"I guarantee I'll complete the mission!" Yan Ziming went out excitedly, leaving Mo Sheng here, looking on with uncertainty.

After thinking for a while, Mo Sheng softly spoke to the void before her:

"Come out, you little brat. Why did you go to such lengths, begging me to give you an SS-grade obsidian crystal?"

In response to her was a beautiful woman who suddenly appeared there, her silver hair flowing like a galaxy in the sky, adorning a patch of light.

The person with that signature silver hair, and who has a very good relationship with Mo Sheng, can only be Mu Mu.

She clenched her fist and raised it to her chest, saying from the bottom of her heart:

"Although we agreed to go all out when we meet, she still takes the game a bit too lightly. Getting her to take it seriously is really important to me... really important."

What a devoted girl she is!

Mo Sheng couldn't help but sigh. She couldn't quite understand her best friend's thoughts, so she simply let her have her way. A girl in love is always reckless, isn't she?

Chapter Sixty-Five: Costs and Expectations

"Unless there's something urgent, you're not allowed to go out. If you do go out, you must call me."

As soon as Yan Ziming returned to the presidential suite after the competition, Liu Mengxian spoke to him in an unyielding tone.

This surprised Yan Ziming. When had Xian'er ever given her such serious instructions?

"Can you tell me why?" Yan Ziming asked.

"She is still in this city."

--clear.

Yan Ziming's pupils contracted slightly as he realized who "she" was when Liu Mengxian spoke of.

A few days ago, Yan Ziming was walking down the street late at night when he was almost killed by a seemingly harmless little girl, who possessed at least the combat power of a Sequence-level expert!

This was told to her personally by Yan Shan. Furthermore, Qing's strength was even higher than Yan Shan's. Unlike Yan Shan, who had just broken through, Qing was likely a seasoned veteran of the Sequence-level powerhouse.

Even with such a powerful force, when he saw Liu Mengxian arrive in the Seventh District with great fanfare, he was still as hurried as a stray dog ​​and as desperate as a fish that had escaped a net, running away at the first opportunity, fearing that he would be killed on the spot.

How dare she linger in District Seven?

Yan Ziming nodded solemnly, "Okay, I'll let you know if I need to go out."

A person of that caliber could kill him in less than half a second, in just one millionth of a second, obliterating him completely. Even if Liu Mengxian wanted to save him, it would be too late.

Seeing that Yan Ziming was still staring at her blankly, Liu Mengxian regained her composure and chuckled, "Is there anything else?"

"Um... Xian'er, are you feeling alright? If possible, could you tell me in detail how you saved me last time?"

Yan Ziming mustered her courage and asked. She wanted to make up for Liu Mengxian's losses, but only if she knew exactly what price Liu Mengxian had paid.

Liu Mengxian looked at her with a smile in her eyes, without saying anything, while Yan Ziming seemed to back down a bit.

After a few seconds, or perhaps centuries, Liu Mengxian finally broke the silence.

What is your current elemental affinity?

Yan Ziming thought for a moment and replied, "About ninety-nine percent."