AWITTGABAGIWOBAFOAP Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Raising Children is of Utmost Importance; Fabricating Identities Out of Thin Air… Now, the Ancestor…

A river runs through the Trash District, dividing it into the Upper and Lower Trash Districts.

The Upper Trash District is extravagant and strictly hierarchical.

The Lower Trash District is war-torn and impoverished.

Ninglang has loved mechanics since childhood, but his talent is lacking.

Yet, in his palm, a blood-red gun exudes a cold-blooded, murderous aura.

This is Ka’lier’s violently famous mech – Crimson Thorns, which, after several twists and turns, ended up in the family’s hands and was revered as a sacred object.

History books say that humanity has been committed to in-depth development since the Ancient Earth Era. And Ka’lier is the guiding star of mechanical research. The great Ka’lier will be the guiding light for believers to move forward.

Because of Ka’lier, the scientific research achievements of that period were unprecedentedly prosperous, driving society into a new mechanical civilization.

Ninglang’s family admires Ka’lier’s rebellious and arrogant personality, so he prefers conquest to modification.

He thought there would be no more kindred spirits in the world, but this netizen named S has the same thoughts as him.

This indescribable feeling is exciting and joyful.

[Successfully added friend!]

Song Ningwan thought: I’m rich! Money is coming from all directions.

[Ninglang: Are you a fan of Ka’lier?]

Student, you really are…

In his previous life, people discarded Ka’lier like worn-out shoes, but now he’s infinitely glamorous.

Remembering his rebellious words before his death, Song Ningwan instantly felt his scalp tingle.

[S: Yes.]

[Ninglang: Jamming chip.]

[S: Drawing for you.

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[Ninglang: Transferring 50,000 Contribution Points.]

Just as Song Ningwan was about to accept, he was warned by the system:

[Please complete real-name authentication first!]

How could a black household without an identity be successfully authenticated? Watching the huge sum disappear, he couldn’t stop the tears from flowing in his heart.

Originally wanting to explain the specific production method to the other party, Song Ningwan, in a fit of anger, quit the forum.

Forget it, child, rely on yourself.

Hunger pulled Song Ningwan back to reality. Thinking of the cooked duck that flew away, he felt a sense of disappointment.

[Ninglang: Why don’t you accept?]

[S: No reason.]

The person on the other side of the screen became excited.

[Ninglang: You don’t want money, what do you want?]

Seeing that Song Ningwan didn’t reply, Inlen Jian, on the other end of the screen, felt the blood in his whole body boil, and the gun in his hand gradually became hot and scalding.

[Ninglang: I live in the Upper District, come find me.]

[S: I refuse.]

Go find him? Does he have money? Can he provide medical insurance and poverty assistance?

Actually, everything has nothing to do with Song Ningwan. The most important thing at the moment is to pass the real-name authentication, so he can collect the money.

Since his own identity authentication won’t work, then he’ll use the milk dumpling’s.

Thinking of this, Song Ningwan bought a mid-grade nutrient paste on the road and leisurely returned to the factory.

The black-clothed man stood on the barren land swept by the cold wind, coldly watching the abandoned factory in the distance.

Based on his keen perception, murderous intent and danger are everywhere, about to engulf this place.

Someone’s coming.

Unconsciously withdrawing his gaze and taking a step, he heard a familiar voice.

“Daddy!”

As a mechanical engineer, Song Ningwan is naturally unusually vigilant about any perception.

He could feel more and more people approaching this place.

Only the concrete-poured skeleton of the factory remained. Song Ningwan climbed up to the second floor along the steel bars and saw through the gap that a group of gangsters poured in through the gate, holding steel pipes. The leader, with developed chest muscles under his black vest and a fierce look in his eyes, pinched the milk dumpling’s nape and said coldly: “You toothless, useless brat, your dad has abandoned you and ran away. If he doesn’t come back, I’ll tear you to pieces and scatter you in the factory to stink and rot. Flies will suck on your delicate flesh, hahaha!”

Even so, the little one, who usually only calls him “Daddy,” didn’t cry. Even though he was trembling all over, he was comforting himself: “Daddy told baby not to run around…”

Surrounding jeers and contemptuous voices echoed through the clouds.

Song Ningwan pretended to think. His combat power is average, and he will definitely be at a disadvantage facing so many people.

And the rule here is the law of the jungle; whoever has the harder fist is the boss.

Song Ningwan clenched the communicator in his hand, retreating while observing his surroundings.

“Oh? What are you trembling for?” The tattooed man sneered, not taking the skinny, short brat in front of him seriously.

Song Ningwan narrowed his eyes slightly, jumped down from the second floor, squatted on one knee to cushion the impact, dust scattered, and shook the communicator in his hand: “Let us leave, and I’ll pay you back the money the day after tomorrow. If I don’t keep my promise, you can do whatever you want with me. I won’t run away, and the Heart Core is in your hands. Even if I run, I’ll be treated as a refugee.”

“Oh?” The tattooed man stroked his chin, thinking for a moment: “Do you know how many Contribution Points you owe me? And you dare to talk so big. It was already a great act of mercy that I left you with one life last time.”

Song Ningwan is naturally not afraid, but the problem is that there’s still a child being held hostage: “My child is still young, please give me another chance. I won’t risk him.”

The tattooed man didn’t know what he was thinking of, smiled evilly, nodded, and waved: “Alright, get lost. Remember what you said.”

When he touched the warm, soft milk dumpling in his arms, the string that Song Ningwan had been holding tight snapped: “Does it hurt?” He carefully checked him for a long time, until there were no injuries, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“Daddy… Baby was good…” The milk dumpling cried with a muffled voice, as if he wanted to vent his great grievances.

He will definitely make those people pay the price, Song Ningwan thought. After comforting him for a long time and getting the child to calm down, he fed him a nutrient paste.

The child, curled up in the man’s arms, reached out his small hand to take the nutrient paste and handed it to Song Ningwan’s mouth: “Daddy, ah…”

Song Ningwan shook his head, bounced the milk dumpling in one hand: “You eat.”

After saying that, he took out his communicator, and earning money is now the top priority.

Open the Butterfly Live Platform.

Click on identity authentication, and scan the milk dumpling, whose mouth is full of nutrient paste.

Name: Allen Jian

Address IP: Lower Trash District.

So, his cheap son’s name is Allen.

[Identify identity, do you want to proceed with real-name authentication?]

“Yes.”

[The Lower Trash District’s local area network has been enabled, payment functions, live streaming permissions, mechanical engineer authentication, and other related content.]

Being able to receive payments is simply a great joy. Song Ningwan returned to the chat interface with Ninglang and scrolled upwards.

After seeing the transfer record, he clicked.

[Because you have not collected for a long time, the system will return the Contribution Points to the original account]

?

Poverty and wealth are only a moment apart.

As the father of a dignified mechanical engineer, Song Ningwan can’t do anything shameless like begging for money.

So, he decided to change his approach.

Live streaming.

In the wasteland era, live streaming content is divided into two types.

First, practical externalities.

Second, virtual spirituality.

The Lower Trash District is filled with war and chaos, and people believe that power is king, so Song Ningwan plans to put on the persona of an A-class mechanical engineer from the Upper District.

In the Ancient Earth Era, when mechanical engineers were everywhere, there were only five well-known SS-class engineers.

Coincidentally, four of them were all students of the genius mechanical engineer Song Ningwan.

And in today’s wasteland era, there is not a single SS-class engineer, and even S-class are rare.

Song Ningwan naturally didn’t dare to overdo it, so he planned to restrain himself.

Due to the limitations of the local area network, news from the Upper and Lower Trash Districts is not communicated with each other. Only the Trash District Chief can receive all the information.

The live stream title must be explosive, have contrast, and be attractive enough.

[Earning 100 Contribution Points a Month, Being an A-Class Mechanical Engineer Isn’t Easy; Let Someone Teach You How to Jump to A in One Leap.]

There is no night in the Lower Trash District; the artillery fire and noise are enough to light up the artificial sky.

The streets are too noisy. Song Ningwan moved away from the troubled area and found an abandoned factory.

He squeezed through the hole in the railing and sat down on the ground, leaning against the iron sheet.

He didn’t choose to show his face, turning the screen black, watching a few people trickle in.

[Garbage earning 100 a month, vermin, dare to impersonate a mechanical engineer, it’s really a long time coming!]

[Sensationalizing, just quit. It’s more interesting to just fire a cannon next door.]

[Super admins get up and work, come ban this live stream.]

This is exactly the effect he wanted!

Song Ningwan used a voice changer to adjust to an old man’s tone, cleared his throat, and said softly: “Partners! Is this how you use it? Oh, click here, can you hear me speaking?”

“Someone’s asking about my identity? Sorry, that’s confidential.”

“Generally speaking, ordinary mechanical engineer levels are divided into A, B, C, and D levels. This is well-known. Are ordinary people wondering how to become a D-level mechanical engineer? Children, don’t be troubled. It’s actually very simple.”

The number of viewers gradually increased, and there were many scolding voices.

[Old man, is there no rice at home? Why are you suffering from schizophrenia?]

[You’re talking about something that everyone knows. The rights and interests of the mechanical engineer are being damaged. Are the super admins planning to play dead too?]

[Oh my god, simple?! Where are you in the Lower Trash District? I’m going to crawl over along the network cable.]

[There can’t be an A-class mechanical engineer in the Lower Trash District. If there is one, it’s in the Upper Trash District. It’s probably someone who escaped from a mental hospital.]

“I was born on the day the war broke out, and I’ve seen blood mists blurring my eyes. In my youthful and reckless days, I always fantasized about researching earth-shattering works. It wasn’t until I was brought back to my family that I realized there were people beyond people. I saw the sealed ruins of Ka’lier, a gun intertwined with crimson and night. At that moment, I awakened the desire to conquer. It turns out that beauty and power can coexist.”

[Old man, there’s no A-class mechanical engineer in the Lower Trash District at all. Ka’lier’s ruins won’t go to your dreams either.]

[He’s talking nonsense! The mechanical designs of Ka’lier are grand and majestic, with imposing momentum, and the performance is temporarily unknown. But it is rumored that he followed his tutor Song Ningwan for two years and became an Ancient Earth SS-class mechanical engineer. It is rumored that after Ancestor Wan’s death, Ka’lier was obsessed with love and stole his tutor’s mech, sleeping with it day and night.]

[Huh? Bullshit! Is that a historical rumor?!]

Ah?!!!

That born little bastard, that evil seed Ka’lier! If he wasn’t already dead, I’d go beat him with a stick.

Song Ningwan had a headache. This sounds very outrageous. He remembered that his rebellious disciple especially loved blood, violence, and combat-type mechs.

The world misunderstands his rebellious disciple. Stealing his tutor’s mech and trying to modify it can be beautified?

“Ka’lier’s mechs represent war and gunpowder smoke. I think if my mental power can crush the SS-class authority and seize control of the Crimson Thorns, I will be remembered forever.”

Alas, now he has to ride on the coattails of his student’s popularity to eat.

Song Ningwan sighed.

[Hurry and call the police! I heard that the Jian family of the Upper Trash District regards Ka’lier as a god. If they know you’re slandering their ancestor like this, wait to be ground into ashes. That’s the Jian family, who have immense power in the Trash District.]

[What are the Crimson Thorns?! Is there a publicly released picture? Upper Trash District friends, where are you? Please tell me, please!]

“I accidentally said too much about the past, sorry, children. Back to the topic. To be a good mechanical engineer, you must show the spirit of fighting to the death and daring to act. I’ve spent my whole life in the military, but I’m still an A-class mechanical engineer. That’s because my birth wasn’t good, my resources are limited, and I was injured by the war in my childhood.”

“Time’s up, children. I will be broadcasting my second live stream tomorrow, teaching you to analyze the Crimson Thorns of Chun Jianyu, to understand the ideological structure of an SS-class mechanical engineer.”

[I have connections on the live streaming platform. The Lower Trash District Chief is personally taking over this matter. You’re doomed, streamer.]

Butterfly Live backstage.

“Have you located him? Find the real-name authentication.” The Lower Trash District management is already overwhelmed. No one knows where the A-class mechanical engineer came from out of thin air.

Oh my god, dare to spread rumors, wait to be sanctioned by the conventions.

“Sir, we found it. The address IP is the Lower Trash District.”

The Lower Trash District Chief was about to activate the alarm and arrest the S who has a mental disorder when he was interrupted by a voice: “His real-name authentication is from the Jian family of the Upper Trash District!”

“What?!”

The Jian family, who believe in Ka’lier, has been entrenched in the Upper Trash District for generations. At the moment, the family head, Bilin Jian, is an A-class mechanical engineer.

Bilin is over sixty years old and controls the Jian family with cold-blooded methods, monopolizing the mechanical production and sales of the Upper Trash District.

However, the old voice and elder tone in the live stream are very likely that Bilin is using his own child’s identity to broadcast.

The management employees were awestruck: “Is it Old Man Bilin? He actually deigned to explain mechanical knowledge to the Lower Trash District!”