After looking at the house Tianhao was looking for, Zheng Ming, who was very satisfied, immediately made a decision.

In the next few days, he added intelligent assistance AI to the intelligent assistance chip, and after paying three months' rent, it didn't take long for Zheng Ming to move in.

May 1079 in the advent calendar.

Zheng Ming, who lived alone from Tianhao, finally truly experienced the taste of poverty.

The technology of Starland City far surpasses that of Zheng Ming's previous life. But the convenience provided by technology comes at a price. For people with high authority or high income, life is very convenient and comfortable, while for the poor, it is not much different where they live.

It's worth mentioning that living in Starland isn't everything. It is authority that determines a person's quality of life and status.

There are six levels of permissions, and so on, the fewer the numbers, the harder it is to obtain, and the better the benefits you get.

Privilege here means higher discounts, better benefits, more esteemed status, and access to things and knowledge. There are many things that can only be bought with wealth points, and you need the corresponding permissions to buy them.

The promotion of authority requires the central brain to collect data on individual contributions, credit status, consumption strength, reputation, social influence, etc., and conduct complex algorithms to make assessments.

The sixth-level authority is the most basic. Even outsiders can earn it through a period of hard work.

As for the fifth level of authority, it is commonly known as citizenship. Every citizen born in Starland City is born with it, and an outsider like Zheng Ming, when he obtains the fifth-level clearance, it means that he has been accepted as a full-fledged citizen of Starland City. to be able to enjoy the rights and duties of a citizen.

The most typical citizen welfare is the living guarantee of 1,000 wealth points per month and the qualification to enter public schools for education.

Now, after these days of continuous efforts, Zheng Ming has obtained the basic sixth-level authority. And in all aspects such as leasing and intelligent services, they have enjoyed ninety percent discounts.

Despite this, Zheng Ming is still quite poor. Originally, based on his high-intensity martial arts that is almost every three days, it shouldn't have been. But helplessly, Zheng Ming, who broke away from Tianhao, became obsessed with the things in the cup.

After failing to work hard to pay off the damaged debt, coupled with the subtle influence of the crazy face mask, the endless sense of emptiness and the blankness of losing the goal seem to explode at one time.

He's just mechanically repetitive, engaging in martial arts and staying at home. In this way, the month of May was spent in a mess.

With the strength of his current physical body, it can affect his fine wine, and its price can be imagined. In order to buy these, he even gave up eating. Giving up eating is indeed feasible for him who is a slime, but instead of food, it is the energy in his body.

It is precisely because of this that even though he is recovering naturally every moment, his level has only recovered to the level of level 30 until now.

At this time, Zheng Ming, who was called to the office early in the morning, was talking about the matter with Lu Lao.

"It seems that you are not all bragging when you say that you fell because of a serious injury. It is precisely because I have reached it before that I don't have to go through the bottleneck anymore that I was able to recover to level 30 so quickly. With your current level, it's a bit out of place in the power-level mid-rank arena. ”

Zheng Ming, who had black broken hair covering his eyebrows and eyes, and looked raunchy, opened his sleepy eyes when he heard this.

"Bottlenecks? What's that? Is it the forty-fifth hurdle? ”

Zheng Ming's doubts turned into full arrogance in Lu Lao's ears. He raised his hand and fanned away the wine smell emitted by Zheng Ming, and snorted coldly in displeasure.

"Hmph, anyway, there will be a promotion level assessment next, you remember to prepare."

"Huh? I've won 20 games in a row and I've accumulated a total of 77 points. One more win would take you to 84 points and climb to 47th in the standings. Let me be evaluated for promotion at this point in time? ”

No wonder Zheng Ming was furious, he had put forward the idea of wanting to be promoted to the level in advance more than once before, but he was all rejected. Now, when his hard-working winning streak is about to enter the top 50, the other party wants him to accept the promotion assessment.

You must know that the promotion level will have to clear the points and start again, so the streak he has worked hard for in the past two months is almost equivalent to doing useless work.

"It's up to me to decide whether the grade is up to the assessment standard or not. Even if calculated according to the level of blood qi, the level of mana power is pressed to seven or eight levels, and you are already twenty-two or three levels. There's no reason to allow you to stay in the middle of the strong division! ”

Hearing Lu Buwu's cold voice, Zheng Mingqi's three corpse gods jumped violently.

"Fart, what did you do earlier? When Lao Tzu wanted to be promoted in advance, he pressed Lao Tzu to death! Now it's almost the eve of the top fifty points, making it difficult for Lao Tzu? ”

"Presumptuous!" Lu Buwu roared and slapped the case.

"Bang." With a violent roar, the hardwood desk collapsed, and countless sawdust scattered in all directions.

Zheng Ming didn't dodge in the slightest, and kept his sitting posture with a gloomy face, and countless sawdust flew in with a breaking sound and hit his body, but it failed to bring him any injuries.

"Lu Buwu, I know you can't get used to me. You're holding me down now not because you're better than me, just because of where you're in. I've heard that whenever a player is promoted to the mad rank, his evaluation is carried out by the people he belongs to. You'd better pray that I'll never be promoted......"

Lu Buwu looked at Zheng Ming's faintly red eyes hidden in his black hair, and felt the killing intent condensed in the room like substance, and his face changed.

The energy fluctuations were surging violently, Lu Buwu's face was red and purple, and he shouted at Zheng Ming: "Arrogance! Who do you think you are? Someone from heaven? Either you obediently go to the assessment, or get out of me now! As long as you are still under the old man's hands for a day, the old man has the means to rectify you. I don't think you, the unruly stubborn donkey, will bow his head first, or I will be poor first. ”

Looking at Lu Buwu, who was excited and pointed at his nose and cursed, the anger on Zheng Ming's face subsided, and gradually turned into calm and indifferent. The originally burning eyes also quickly cooled and became cold and piercing.

"Good. Taught. He patted the sawdust off his body, calmly stood up and walked to the door, and finally paused for a moment before leaving the door, "I don't know if you remember the contestant who gave you a gift when we first met." ”

When Lu Buwu heard this, Tie Qing's face became more and more ugly, and there was a faint black light.

Before he could speak, Zheng Ming's voice continued, "I don't know if it's because of him that you're targeting me like this. But sooner or later, one day, I will send you to him in the same way. ”

After Zheng Ming left a sentence, he walked away. Only Lu Buwu, who was so angry that he kept cursing and destroying frantically, was left in the room.

……

In the arena, hearing the rumors, Zheng Ming walked to the stage. There was a tall, thin figure with a proud face, standing with his hands in his hands.

As an assessment of the promotion level, this fight is also open to the public.

I saw that the crowd in the audience was surging, and there were constant shouts.

"Hahaha, die."

"Death, kill him."

"Wait to be crippled by the examiner!"

The shouts filled with negative emotions kept ringing out. Although there are constant complaints about Zheng Ming, he expresses his complete disgust for Zheng Ming's existence. But it is ironic that Zheng Ming's martial arts appearance, the audience is unusually hot. Its popularity is not even inferior to the top ten points battles in the upper echelons of the strong level.

Zheng Ming raised his eyes and looked around at the audience who were crazy and venting to their heart's content, and a sneer flashed on his face.

"Carnival of the majority. Oh, that's familiar! ”

These people, obviously cursed Zheng Ming every time and blamed Zheng Ming's fighting style, but they came to watch it happily. You don't have to think about it to know that there will be an audience here that comes every time, and there are also those who occupy the moral high ground and complain about him.

If his words and deeds are really the same, how can the audience gather more and more, even so much different from the rest of the people at his level?

"The battle is about to begin. Please prepare for both sides. ”

With the commentator's reminder, the light curtain around the fighting ring closed, blocking the attacks of both fighters from flying out of the arena and blocking the sound of the outside world.

Zheng Ming, who had already accumulated a lot of anger, looked at the assessor in front of him with a proud face, and had never looked at him on the stage so far, and said coldly: "I'm not in a very good mood right now. I advise you to admit defeat as soon as possible. ”

"Heh, you think I'm your former rival? I'm an examiner! It's time to teach you how to talk to the strong. Our job is to weed out the garbage out of you......"

Before the examiner could begin his tirade, the sound of the battle began.

"Boom."

A huge roar exploded in the arena, and the violent shaking even overturned several people in the audience who got up and shouted.

The blood was shining, and the transparent light mask on the side of the fighting ring was suddenly stained with blood.

The crystal ball-like light mask disappeared, and the strong smell of blood spread through the fighting arena. The mask on his face and the clothes on his body were covered with blood, and Zheng Ming, whose silver hair was mottled with blood, stood up in the center of the blood.

Shaking off the mucus on his hands, Zheng Ming touched the crazy mask on his face and glanced around. The strange mask, which was already black and red, seemed to come to life after being smeared with blood, and it looked more and more hideous and weird.

"Hmph." It wasn't until Zheng Ming snorted coldly and jumped off the fighting ring that his figure gradually disappeared into the fighting arena. In the stunned silent audience, a voice gradually sounded.

"Death seems to be in a bad mood today?"

"Hasn't he always been like this? Do madmen kill people in a good or bad mood? ”

The sound of conversation sounded, and with this buffer, everyone seemed to really come to their senses, and the noisy discussion gradually started.

There are those who have an aftertaste, those who look at the tragic situation in the fighting ring, those who denounce it, and those who echo it in unison.

However, unlike the vomiting and fear that occupied the majority of the audience at the beginning, their eyes were full of hideous excitement at this time, as well as envy and yearning that they didn't even notice themselves. People who are truly disgusted and frightened, and who are at a loss, only account for a trace of insignificance, and even their retching attracts bursts of ridicule from their companions around them.