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Although Qiongzai's credit rating has been in a Schrödinger's cat state for years, Xing calmed down and thought about it.
That guy wouldn't go to such a terrible price to trick me into making a comeback, would he?
Therefore, there is only one answer!
crystal!
It's crystal!
Suddenly realizing what was happening, Xing slapped his forehead.
I was almost blinded by anger. How could I waste precious time searching for the Pinocchio treasure hunt on finding the Jeep and Qiongzai?
If we delay any longer, those lovely, alluring treasure chests will be looted by Qiongzai!
With this thought in mind, Xing instantly abandoned the Jeep revenge plan and temporarily put it in the trash.
She began to follow the guidance of her mission (crossed out) and her intuition, weaving through the vast streets and alleys of the Golden Hour.
"Quest...treasure chest...crystal..."
She muttered secret words that no one else could understand, her sharp eyes scanning every suspicious corner.
Finally, at a street corner, Xing keenly spotted a target—an old man.
The old man walked with a limp, as if he had twisted his ankle.
Although there was nothing above the old man's head, Xing felt that he saw a faint, alluring blue exclamation mark.
Xing felt like she was hallucinating, as if a line of words was floating in front of her.
Trigger the quest and talk to the old man (0/1)
But it doesn't matter, the great pioneers are already used to this kind of situation.
Xing quickly stepped forward and stood in front of the old man, a kind and reliable smile on her face:
Hello, grandpa.
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Volume 1: Chapter 563 Star Treasure is Pioneering, Trash Can
The old man's name was Rod, and everyone who knew him called him Old Rod.
Rhodes is a researcher working at a small, obscure research institute, where he occasionally mentors newcomers.
In the eyes of the newcomers, Old Rod was a rare and wonderful senior—learned, kind, and without any airs.
He taught at a free school in his youth and was an outstanding teacher; this quality has continued in his work of mentoring younger generations.
The newcomers were very grateful for his guidance. Old Rod was willing to share his experience and knowledge without reservation, never holding anything back.
The most useful skill they learned from Old Rod, and the skill they were most grateful for, was reimbursement.
However, what always puzzled the newcomers was that Old Rod always liked to tinker with some strange and unusual inventions.
Some succeeded, bringing minor conveniences, but most ended in various comical and unexpected events.
Day after day, year after year, until he entered semi-retirement, this quirk never changed.
Few people know that behind these seemingly nonsensical attempts lies a profound wish.
Only his old comrades in the institute, who were contemporaries of Old Rod and are now all white-haired, know that Old Rod spent his entire life trying to resurrect his long-deceased lover.
In his youth, Rod had a lover with whom he was deeply in love and about to get married.
However, a sudden and severe illness cruelly took her life.
In the depths of despair, young Rhodes made a mad decision: risking serious violations of the institute's regulations, he attempted to use the power of abundance, the genes of the abundant creation, to save her.
But Rod worked at an ordinary research institute, and at that time he was just a newcomer who had only recently joined, so he didn't have access to enough of the abundant creations.
The outcome was a crushing defeat.
His lover did return, but what returned was a twisted and deformed body, a terrifying monster.
It caused chaos at the research institute, but fortunately no one was injured.
After the accident, Rod remained silent for a long time.
At that time, the institute's senior management was wary that Old Rhodes might become more radical and go astray as a result.
Fortunately, Old Rod calmed down and did not show any abnormal behavior afterward.
That deep longing and obsession never faded; Old Rod still hadn't given up on the idea of resurrecting his deceased fiancée through the power of abundance. He wouldn't give up.
But Old Rod didn't want his long-cherished wish to hurt anyone.
So he spent all his life savings to purchase the necessary experimental equipment, and even... a bomb powerful enough to wipe everything out.
He set up his secret laboratory in his home.
This is his battlefield, and also the cage he has built for himself—if things get out of control, he will bear the consequences alone, and his unfulfilled dreams will turn to ashes.
Unfortunately, the years of secret research exhausted their savings but failed to bring about any substantial breakthrough.
With his savings nearly depleted and his life nearing its end, the elderly Rod had no choice but to return to work at the research institute at an age when he should have been enjoying his retirement with his grandchildren.
With his rich experience and knowledge, he is still able to handle the work of research data management and experimental guidance.
But whenever the night is still and quiet, when I return to that place that is both home and laboratory, my hunched figure under the lamplight is still silently wrestling with the cold instruments and the faint hope.
Old Rod seems to be having a bit of bad luck today.
Perhaps because he stayed up too late last night, Old Rod woke up five minutes late this morning, which caused him to miss the bus.
I thought it wouldn't be too far since it wasn't far, so I decided to take a walk, but I ended up twisting my ankle.
Normally, he should be idly drinking tea and reading newspapers in the research institute's data management room at this time.
"One after another... Could it be because I've been filling out expense reports too frequently lately, that even Lord Hipper can't stand it anymore?"
Old Rod couldn't help but mutter to himself, then shook his head.
"My lord, surely you wouldn't hold such a trivial matter against me?"
Just as he was fretting about his misfortune, a figure rushed up to him in a flurry of activity.
She was a tall girl with gray hair and golden eyes, whose vitality seemed to be overflowing.
Old Rod paused for a moment, seemingly surprised that a stranger would approach him, but he still gave a kind smile:
"Hello, ma'am, how can I help you?"
Xing tilted her head, carefully examining the old man in front of her with gray hair, deep wrinkles, and slightly cloudy eyes.
Suddenly, an image in my subconscious overlapped with Old Rod's.
"Have it!"
Xing let out an excited whisper, pulled out 10 alfalfa coins, and handed them to Old Rod, his eyes full of anticipation:
"I am a faded one, please tell me my position on Tops!"
Old Rod's brows furrowed instantly, as if he were trying to decipher a profound equation.
He pondered for a good ten seconds, his cloudy eyes filled with deep confusion, before finally shaking his head:
“I’m sorry, ma’am… I think you must have mistaken me for someone else. I don’t know anything about the Faded Ones or what the Tops Position is.”
Looking into Xing's clear, college-student-like eyes, Old Rod felt that this girl might not be very reliable, so he thoughtfully pointed in a direction:
"There are family members living there; perhaps they can help you?"
"Need not!"
Xing immediately straightened her back, as if she had been questioned or insulted.
"I possess the Innate Pioneer Holy Body!"
To prove her strength, she even raised her right arm and tensed it up, making a muscle-flexing gesture.
"...?"
This mental state...
Old Rod's unease instantly escalated into worry.
Pinocchio.
Being immersed in dreams for too long can cause one's mind to become strange.
Xing wondered why the old man's expression had suddenly become so pitying and complicated.
"Grandpa, where are you going? Is there anything I can help you with?"
Old Rod then realized that the girl had noticed his difficulty moving around and wanted to lend a helping hand.
What a kind-hearted child!
He smiled gratefully:
“I originally planned to go to the research institute on Garner Street, but…”
"I see!"
Before Old Rod finished speaking, Xing seemed to have received a clear order to charge, and she took a big step forward.
Amidst Old Rod's astonished and bewildered expression, he bent down, reached out, and exerted force in one swift motion, hoisting the frail old man onto his sturdy shoulder as if he were carrying a sack of flour. He then turned and ran towards Grenache Street.
"what?!"
Old Rod was so frightened that his mind went completely blank, with only one thought spinning wildly.
Kidnapping?!
Who did I offend recently?
Could it be that the family hounds have exposed the Abundance Experiment?
However, before he could sort out his chaotic thoughts, he felt his body lighten and his feet touched the solid ground again.
Upon closer inspection, he found himself standing at the familiar entrance of the Gna Street Research Institute.
"???"
Old Rod's eyes were full of confusion.
"No need to thank me."
The star proudly patted its chest, making a loud thumping sound.
"I, Qiong, never leave my name when I do good deeds."
Qiongzai, thank your older sister! She always leaves your name when she does good deeds!
That's what she says, but every time she refers to herself as Qiong, Xing feels like she's a younger sister, Qiong-mei.
Xing extends her hand, palm up, with a bright smile:
"Please give me Star Jade or Crystal."
Old Rod's mouth was slightly open, completely unaware of what Xing meant by "Star Jade" and "Crystal".
After a long pause, he finally uttered the second half of his sentence:
"...But I've already taken the day off today."
Xing blinked her clear, big eyes. Had she been given the wrong assignment?
It doesn't matter. Helping an old man cross the street is a good deed. I'll definitely get gold in my next single draw.
Don't worry about whether he wants to stay together or not!
"You can also contact me if you need help with other things."
Xing was very serious, and a solemn expression appeared on her face.
"..."
Old Rod remained silent for a long time before finally saying: