The End of the World: Contracted Goddess of War, My Powers Can Be Infinitely Replicated

In a steel plant building.

Under the apocalypse.

It was not surprising that the work here had stopped long ago.

Wang Laojiu was originally an outstanding employee of this steel plant.

I have been working in the steel mill for eight years.

Perhaps in two years he would be promoted to workshop director. Just when hope was right in front of him and he was becoming more and more hopeful, the end of the world came, and Wang Laojiu became one of the people who hated the end of the world the most.

after all.

If I could become a workshop director.

He can get double the salary.

He can also manage dozens of people.

He can still sit in the office and slack off.

He can also become a successful person in the eyes of his family and friends.

Of course, this is not the point.

The point is that he is ambitious.

Wang Laojiu's family has been blacksmiths for generations. Even before the end of the world, his old father in his hometown was still working as a blacksmith for blind dates in the surrounding villages. Many people valued this kind of pure handmade craftsmanship. Wang Laojiu also inherited this craft, and he also loves this job of blacksmithing.

But Wang Laojiu is more ambitious.

He wanted to study more than just blacksmithing.

We should also carry it forward as much as possible.

For this reason, he joined the steel mill.

Study the diversity of steel.

Study the science of steel.

Study the difference between machine and manual blacksmithing.

Finally, he dreams of doing better and better work in the steel mill, becoming a workshop director, a department manager, a vice president, and the head of the company... It would be best if he could finally take over the steel mill and turn it into the world's most awesome blacksmith shop... company!

But the reality is cruel.

The end of the world arrived as expected.

I watched helplessly as my colleagues were bitten to death and infected by zombies one by one.

Thirty-eight-year-old Wang Laojiu was almost scared to death.

To survive.

He stayed in the office for two days and two nights without eating and didn't dare to go out. Then he activated his ability and became a mutant. He had very ordinary strength abilities, which could be used in a real battle, but in comparison, Wang Laojiu valued the blacksmithing ability under his current strength more.

Cleaned the workshop.

Wang Laojiu thought.

Perhaps the end of the world is also an opportunity.

Because he can occupy this workshop openly.

There are smelting furnaces, various machines, and endless amounts of steel...

Since yesterday.

Wang Laojiu confirmed that his blacksmithing skills were still there, and confirmed his ability, and improved the quality of his products several times. So he started to post articles online to do blacksmithing business. Of course, the rewards must be food and water, but compared to whether the things in exchange are worth it, Wang Laojiu cares more about whether there is business. He wants people to see his skills.

Desire for immediate recognition.

Uh.

The good news is.

The customer is coming.

The bad news is.

There are too many people coming.

It even seems that a war is about to break out because of the issue of production capacity allocation.

"No, no, no!"

"Everyone, stop arguing!"

"Although I, Wang Laojiu, have become a superhuman now, I still only have a pair of hands. I can only do these tasks in a day. I can't make these weapons at all. Everyone, please don't make things difficult for me, and don't argue. Whoever came first and who came later can just line up, right?"

"Besides, the creation of weapons cannot be rushed!"

"A good weapon takes several days to form!"

"If there's only speed but no quality, no one will be satisfied, right?"

"Well, Miss Liu, you can give some of the production capacity to Mr. Zhou and Mr. Li..."

Wang Laojiu's head is shiny and greasy.

At this moment, I was so anxious that my forehead was covered with sweat.

By his side.

There are more than a dozen weapons.

Machete, axe, spear, sword, Guandao...

These weapons were all made by him these days.

Looks ordinary.

But they are all fine products.

First of all, all the materials are made of the best synthetic steel.

Coupled with Wang Laojiu's blacksmithing skills that have been passed down for more than a hundred years, and the several-fold increase in strength of the alien, he, who was already strong, became a strongman in one fell swoop, and the weapons he forged were also quite handy, sharp and sturdy.

Although it is not as good as the legendary ability to cut iron like mud.

But it can also easily defeat any weapon on the market.

Except for hot weapons...

In short.

Everyone is satisfied to see this.

Even though Liu Meng had no knowledge of cold weapons before.

After arriving at the place.

After picking up these weapons and testing them briefly, he was certain that they were all good stuff. If he had these weapons, Shen Liang wouldn't have to prepare so many giant axes. He wouldn't have to worry about the blade being easily bent when hitting hard objects...

As for Liu Meng.

Although it is a vine attack.

But just imagine.

If you think of the thorny vine as an arm.

A dozen arms holding a dozen knives doesn't seem bad.

Of course, Liu Meng doesn’t have such a wild idea at the moment.

She has only one purpose.

Let Wang Laojiu be the weapon.

"I guess there's nothing to say."

"Mr. Wang, we arrived first today. You have already accepted our order. We are the ones who agreed to take over the production capacity for the next month."

"And now a few random people have come."

"Are you planning to let me give them some production capacity?"

"What do you mean, playing tricks on us?"

Inside the factory.

Liu Meng was fiddling with a knife made by Wang Laojiu in his hand.

Guo Xiaoming was eating a chicken leg, looking harmless as if no one was around, which made many people drool. Wang Laojiu, who hadn't seen any oily food for many days, had swallowed his saliva many times and decided that the reward must include roast chicken.

Tong Midao and Zhang Yazhi were casually looking at the weapons not far away.

It looks like it has no fighting power.

Even in the eyes of a group of grown men.

These two women are like lambs to the slaughter.

As for Wen Aiqing...

Ugh?

Where have you been?

It was there before this group of people showed up.

Suddenly disappeared?

Wang Laojiu looked around.

I didn’t find it, and it’s not convenient to ask more.

I don't know.

Wen Aiqing had been standing not far from her, holding two sharp sabers in her hands. She also disappeared along with her. She lay dormant like a killer in the dark, waiting...

All Liu Meng needs is a wave of his hand.

The moment I received the order.

She will take the enemy's life silently.

A fool and some beautiful women.

No matter how you look at it, it has no deterrent effect.

"Hehehe."

"What's your name? Miss Liu, right?"

"Forgot to introduce myself."

"My name is Zhong Xiong. Before the apocalypse, I ran a real estate company. You know this business. Besides having some dirty money, I also have a bunch of brothers."

Zhong Xiong has a shaved head.

He had a beer belly and a face full of fat.

When he laughs, he can scare children to tears.

A few words.

The threat and arrogance could not help but be revealed.

Liu Meng just frowned slightly at this.

And nothing happened.

Zhong Xiong thought she was frightened.

So he smiled and waved.

His subordinates obediently brought a stool.

Zhong Xiong sat down.

He stretched out his hand and placed the cut cigar between his fingers. With a crisp click, the exquisite pure gold lighter lit the cigar. He took a deep puff and seemed to be enjoying it very much.

This gesture.

Quite pretentious.

It feels like the boss of a gang.

"Luckily, I, Zhong Xiong, was a winner in life before the apocalypse, earning a fortune. I didn't expect that after the apocalypse, I would also become a somewhat capable Inhuman. Although my brothers are still ordinary people, they luckily escaped the zombie crisis... Oh, and these dozen or so people behind are all my brothers, Zhong Xiong."

"Besides my old brothers, there are three others who are all strangers."

"Brothers, please introduce yourselves to Miss Liu."

Subsequently.

Several younger brothers came forward.

Of course.

Only I, the younger brother of Yi Ren, am qualified to introduce myself.

Zhong Xiong didn't seem to take other people seriously.

Instead, he has a preconceived notion of himself as the master.

Just like telling a story.

He recounted the process of several younger brothers becoming stronger.

"Honestly."

"It's the end of the world now."

"Many people don't have enough food or warm clothes."

"But I, Zheng Xiong, am different."

"I have people, I have supplies, and I have a solid shelter."

"How about it, Miss Liu? As long as you give me the quota you've been using for the past few months at Wang Laojiu's place, I can allow you to live in my territory with your good sisters. Being my woman will be the best decision you've ever made in your life... Oh, right."

"And this fool."

"As long as you are willing, take me with you and I will provide you with food."

Talk about fools.

Guo Xiaoming was stunned for a moment.

I've almost finished the chicken legs.

Mouth full of oil.

Then he smiled foolishly.

"Yes, do you have chicken legs?"

Zhong Xiong was stunned.

He nodded with a playful smile.

How could such a fool survive in the apocalypse?