AWITTGABAGIWOBAFOAP Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Transmigrated? Starting by Picking Up a Kid. “Where did this son come from?! Originally…”

Song Ningwan was an SSS-class expert in mechanical engineering.

He died of a heart attack at his desk after working day and night. The faint light of the fire illuminated his handsome profile, with yellowed books placed in front of him.

The moment a page was turned, the man convulsed and fell to the ground. As his eyes closed, white foam flowed from his mouth. Even in his final moments before death, he was still thinking about work.

However, with a “ding” sound.

A familiar figure approached, squatted down, and Song Ningwan felt himself fall into a warm embrace, his ear touching something soft.

“Since you don’t want my love, then bear my hatred.”

!

It was Ka’lier!

The student he raised had actually… personally killed him.

A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out, and Song Ningwan felt an indescribable soreness all over his body, especially his lungs, which felt as hot as if they had been soaked in magma. His consciousness was hazy, and when he raised his eyelids, everything was shrouded in mist, as if he couldn’t see anything clearly.

After the buzzing in his ears subsided, a bright light was blinding, causing his eyes to ache.

When he opened his eyes again, he had arrived in a completely new world.

Smoke filled the air, and a strong wind stirred up flying sand and dust.

The ruins in the distance were dilapidated, trying to cover the gloomy sky. The long shadows stretched and wound into the hazy depths.

The vegetation had long withered, but the cement and steel frames stood firm, making it look like a lonely city standing in the abyss.

“Worthless trash, just die…”

Song Ningwan felt weak all over, his body in excruciating pain as if it was being torn apart. Someone was dragging him by the hair, and the uneven ground was tearing at his back, leaving a trail of blood.

Wasn’t this… was he being dismembered right from the start?

“Little brat, you better open your eyes and see clearly how your dad died in my hands. How dare he owe money and not pay it back!” After a rough, hoarse voice, came a loud cry.

“Daddy!”

“Yes, that’s right! Cry, let me hear your trembling!”

With a “poof” sound, Song Ningwan felt his body being emptied.

The flesh connected to his heart was torn apart, and his head crashed to the ground in a moment of weightlessness. Blood spread, numb to the point of not feeling the light.

“Wake up and tell your dad that I’ve taken his Heart Core. If he doesn’t pay back the money, he can wait to be torn to pieces.”

After receiving all the information, Song Ningwan realized that this was a tragic beginning.

In the wasteland era, viruses raged on the ground, and the wasteland was barren.

But the Underground City remained prosperous.

The place where Song Ningwan was wandering was called the Upper Trash District. Flashing neon lights pierced through the darkness, overlapping shadows, and high-rise buildings stood row upon row, without wind or breath.

No one had ever imagined that such a huge and sophisticated building was hidden beneath the desolate surface.

And he, Song Ningwan, had no parents, was lazy, and had been swindled into owing a huge sum of money because of his greed for petty gains.

There was no currency in the Underground City, only Contribution Points could be used for transactions.

He had borrowed high-interest loans from the local gangster, and now he couldn’t repay the money, so he had his heart ripped out.

Leaving aside the matter of owing Contribution Points, Song Ningwan opened his eyes and stared wide-eyed at a haggard, pale face.

Whose kid was this?!

“Daddy…”

What?

Song Ningwan’s brain was assaulted by pain. The child in front of him had delicate, fair skin, and his somewhat European features made his features exquisite and three-dimensional, with strangely shaped clothes.

“Son?” Heavens, he got a son for free right from the start of his transmigration.

To verify if it was real, Song Ningwan reached out to poke the little dumpling’s face, but the child’s deer-like, ignorant eyes were filled with fear and incomprehension.

He was delicate and cute, just a little afraid of him.

His gaze swept around. This place looked like an old house, and the mottled iron door was still creaking. Every movement caused pain throughout his body, and the fear of having his heart cut out was still vivid in his mind.

The little dumpling had tears in the corners of his eyes, his curly and dense eyelashes were wet, and he said in a childish voice, “Daddy…”

Loose hair partially covered his delicate face, and Song Ningwan’s voice was hoarse, “Who are you? Where is this…”

Only to hear a shocking sound outside attracting attention, flames rolled over the houses, and roars came from far to near. Before he knew what was happening, the cracks in the wall rapidly expanded, and in an instant, it collapsed and fell to the ground.

The whole process was smooth and flowing, leaving people at a loss.

?

The wall, the wall collapsed?

The tunnels in the Trash District were interconnected in all directions. Song Ningwan didn’t expect that there would be wars raging here. The forces here were deeply rooted, and illegal armed elements liked to hide in dark places.

So, he took his cheap son and began to run around.

Evading the war and the people chasing after him for debt.

Because he didn’t have any Contribution Points, and Song Ningwan couldn’t let the little kid starve, he put the little dumpling in an abandoned factory, earnestly told him not to run around, and ventured out to find a job at the risk of his life.

The people who lent him high-interest loans had dug out his Heart Core to make him homeless, unable to leave the Lower Trash District, and unable to find a proper job.

Feeling dejected, Song Ningwan looked at the small advertisements on the wall, his eyes shining.

[Butterfly Live Stream, Gorgeous Dream Making, Billions of Contribution Points, Within Reach]

A pale blue butterfly emitted fluorescence, its front half flying into the small TV, leaving only its elegant tail fluttering outside.

If there was anything that was most attractive, it was only the billions of Contribution Points!

Live streaming?

Song Ningwan was a greedy mechanical engineer. If he could make money, he wouldn’t mind going live.

And billions of Contribution Points, wouldn’t that mean he wouldn’t have to worry about food and clothing?

Song Ningwan walked out of the alley, swaggered over and sat on a long chair, fiddling with the simple communicator he had just bought from the store.

100 Contribution Points could buy some low-quality Nutrient Solution, enough to last for 5 days.

But he bought a very outdated communicator, which could only be used to access the internet and check out the strange and interesting events in the Trash District.

For example, a big shot from the central district was making his routine inspection, or a tax policy was being introduced. In short, citizens had to pay Contribution Points for eating, sleeping, and surfing the internet.

It seemed that earning money was imminent. As long as he could leave the Lower River and take the little brat to a safe place, that would be good. Song Ningwan was planning to download Butterfly when a record popped up.

[Do you want to spend 1000 Contribution Points to download?]

So expensive?!

This was a few days’ worth of living expenses!

The last of the Contribution Points in his hand disappeared, and Song Ningwan gritted his teeth and clicked on Butterfly Live Stream.

[Virtual and Real, Heaven or Hell, Welcome to the Butterfly World]

[Since you have not registered relevant identity information, do you want to enable Tourist Mode, location Lower Trash District LAN]

“Yes.” Song Ningwan successfully entered Butterfly Live Stream.

Name: S

Introduction: None

Because his Heart Core was dug out, he had no identity verification, so he couldn’t live stream.

Song Ningwan logged into the forum and saw that the popularity of a post was consistently high.

[Gunfire is Noisy, the Lower River is Supreme!]

Song Ningwan was not interested in this and exited to see the second post.

[Howling Wolf: How to Give Mechanicals User Permissions?]

“Bro, are you kidding me? All mechanical permissions are publicly owned by the Underground City. Seriously, you can be handcuffed.”

“Upper Trash District? My goodness, a rich young master. It’s nothing, we Lower River civilians shouldn’t join in the fun. People live in the Upper River’s rich manors.”

“Young master, are you missing a leg accessory? Quiet, obedient, at your beck and call.”

Song Ningwan happened to know the answer, so he answered casually.

“S: Use a Jamming Chip to confuse the original will, seize permissions, erase the system, and connect the spirit.”

After typing, Song Ningwan exited the forum.

He often did things that didn’t sound very ethical, simple and crude.

But what he didn’t expect was that this remark aroused public outrage among the netizens.

No mechanical engineer would allow their achievements to be ruined like this. Moreover, there were very few mechanical experts in today’s society, and each one of them held high positions and enjoyed supreme honor.

Even the notorious Trash District, both the legitimate and illegitimate, treated mechanical engineers with great respect.

There was a saying that it was better to offend a killer than to provoke a mechanical expert.

Otherwise, it would cause public outrage.

Of course, Song Ningwan didn’t know this. He only cared about making money, so he posted.

[S: How to Earn Contribution Points?]

“Howling Wolf replies to the poster: 50000, explain in detail the Jamming Chip.”

[Poster: Add me as a friend and I’ll teach you.]

“Ah??? Private transactions, isn’t that illegal?”