Chapter 45: Mature Leeks Should Learn to Harvest Themselves

Wu Xian looked deeply at Chu Xuan, nodding a moment later. "That's right. A teammate of mine who had previously participated in a team-battle mentioned this to me: the evaluation of Samsara teams by the Lord God can be manipulated.

For instance, this time, the reward points and side story plots we obtained in *Alien 1* averaged over ten thousand reward points per person, along with one B-grade and one C-grade side story plot. We can truly be said to have made a killing.

If we then use these reward points to undergo another round of enhancements, the Lord God's evaluation of us will soar, and in our next horror film, the difficulty will be adjusted upward accordingly."

Zheng Zha and the others nodded upon hearing this. Wu Xian had already mentioned this to them beforehand, so they were mentally prepared and not particularly surprised.

"However, there is another scenario. Some teams, despite being exceptionally powerful, deliberately let all the newcomers die in accidental ways during horror films in order to lower their evaluation.

Even if a newcomer miraculously survives, they are coerced by powerful veteran members to use their reward points to enhance the veterans' own strengths..."

"Such Samsara teams are commonly referred to as farming teams, and as far as I know, the West Ocean Team is precisely one such team."

Meanwhile, upon hearing Wu Xian's description of farming teams, Zheng Zha, Li Xiaoyi, Mou Gang, and even Zhan Lan—the four veterans who had survived two horror films—could not help but look at one another, their hearts filled with a mixture of shock and profound fortune.

What shocked them was that the Samsara world actually operated on such a farming model, while what made them feel fortunate was that the person they had encountered was Wu Xian.

Otherwise, given the strength Wu Xian had demonstrated initially, he could completely have treated them like livestock to be farmed, relentlessly squeezing them for reward points and side story plots while leaving them to die miserably in some unknown horror film.

"Don't look at me with those eyes. A person still needs to have a bottom line. My bottom line might not be very high, but I do have one."

"Besides... do you really think it's that easy to be a farmer?"

Catching the expressions on Zheng Zha and the others' faces, Wu Xian could guess what they were thinking just by using his toes. He curled his lip and said helplessly, "Farmers might look like they're living the high life, but in reality, there are numerous hidden drawbacks.

You've already survived two horror films, so you should be able to sense that the Lord God Space exists to nurture powerhouses. However, the model of a farming team is destined to seem formidable only in the early stages; the further along you go, the harder it becomes to improve.

This is because an excessively comfortable environment makes it difficult for Samsara travelers to break through their own limits, unlock the deeper mysteries of the genetic lock, and become true powerhouses.

Furthermore, the Lord God Space will also place a special evaluation on farming teams. Who knows, one day we might encounter a mission with a ten-in-ten death rate, leading to a total wipeout of the team.

Just like in the upcoming team-battle, perhaps the Lord God's intention is for us to wipe out the West Ocean Team... uh, probably."

By the end, Wu Xian's tone lacked a bit of confidence because, judging by the difficulty of the previous horror films, it was hard to say for sure which team the Lord God actually intended to be wiped out by this arrangement.

"All in all, the West Ocean Team is not simple. At the most conservative estimate, there is at least one or two powerhouses in that team on par with me, and in terms of pure enhancements, they might even surpass me, likely having reached A-grade."

"As strong as the Captain?!"

Hearing this, everyone's expressions changed drastically.

Wu Xian's formidable strength was plain for all to see. To use the phrasing he had used on Chu Xuan back in *Alien 1*, all the other members of the China Team combined right now wouldn't even be enough for him to fight with one hand.

There was no exaggeration in this whatsoever; it was an entirely factual description.

If the West Ocean Team truly possessed powerhouses on the same tier as Wu Xian, then this upcoming team-battle would genuinely be troublesome. After all, this was a three-way team-battle, and there was still the India Team, whose strength remained unknown, lurking on the sidelines.

For a moment, the members of the China Team, who were already somewhat apprehensive, grew even heavier at heart, and their sense of urgency regarding the next team-battle climbed yet another notch.

"Alright, there's no need to look so gloomy. The enemy is strong, but we aren't weak either."

Seeing their demeanor and feeling that the morale was being crushed down too much, Wu Xian spoke up in a timely manner. "Don't forget, we haven't converted our spoils from this time into actual strength yet. Once the enhancements are complete, the overall strength of our China Team might rise by another several dozen percent. That way, we aren't without hope of winning the team-battle."

"The Captain is right!"

True to form, Zheng Zha was the first to recover. He puffed out his chest and encouraged the rest:

"Besides, we can return to the Alien world to farm a wave of reward points just like we went back to Resident Evil last time, and then use them to further enhance ourselves... Damn it! I refuse to believe that we still wouldn't be able to beat those two Samsara teams!"

"That's right. As long as we卷 (grind) hard enough, sooner or later, all the Samsara teams will be trampled beneath the feet of the China Team."

Wu Xian cast an appreciative glance at Zheng Zha, thinking to himself that a mature leek should learn how to harvest itself; look at this, Zheng Zha had already started voluntarily grinding away.

"Captain, what does 'grinding' mean?"

As someone living in the year 2007, Zheng Zha naturally had no knowledge of this internet slang, so he asked with curious innocence.

"Uh, it probably means employees voluntarily asking to work overtime... Ahem! Anyway, let's drop that subject and move on to the next topic."

Giving a light cough, Wu Xian continued, "In this horror film, everyone obtained at least one B-grade and one C-grade side story plot. In other words, aside from Zero and Chu Xuan, you guys like Zheng Zha can completely upgrade your bloodlines directly to B-grade, while the remaining C-grade side story plots can be used to exchange for some powerful skills."

"In addition... there's also this!"

With that, Wu Xian retrieved a metal case from his spatial storage. Upon opening it, it revealed more than a dozen refrigerated blue double-helix ampoules—clearly the T-virus from the Resident Evil world.

There hadn't been that many originally, but when Wu Xian returned to Resident Evil last time, he casually grabbed a few more, enough to supply a full 20-member Samsara team.

"I mentioned back in *Alien 1* that after returning this time, everyone gets a vial of the T-virus. It can help you unlock the first stage of the genetic lock, allowing you to unleash even more capabilities from your enhanced bloodlines."

"Captain... you are so handsome!"

Looking at those T-viruses, Zheng Zha was instantly moved beyond measure, immediately offering a heartfelt piece of flattery.

In truth, for Zheng Zha, who had already opened the second stage, the T-virus was utterly useless. But who could blame him for having Luo Li?

Although Zheng Zha had already prepared to set aside a D-grade side story plot to buy her freedom this time, just as Wu Xian had said, who knew what kind of bizarre tricks the Lord God might pull in the future?

Therefore, to play it safe, he still needed to find a way to give Luo Li some enhancements. Not with the expectation that she could help in combat later on, but at the very least, she needed the ability to protect herself.

Moreover, as Zheng Zha's strength continued to grow, his abilities in certain aspects grew accordingly. Even though Luo Li's physical fitness had already reached the limit under the Lord God's settings, she was gradually starting to find it a bit too much to bear.

And the T-virus right before his eyes, along with the first-stage genetic lock to be unlocked later, represented the hope for a harmonious future marital life for the young couple!