Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks Chapter 3291: It’s like Citizens of a Country Paying Taxes
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“Pay no mind to the drivel coming from that piece of trash. When individuals fail, they concoct all sorts of justifications. To make themselves feel better, they blame the world instead of looking at their own faults,” 2333 remarked with a tone of pure contempt.
Ning Shu replied simply, “Oh!”
“During your missions, the organization claims a portion of the entrustor’s soul power. This isn't done to line the pockets of the higher-ups, but to maintain the functionality of the entire organization.”
Propping her chin in her hand, Ning Shu said, “I’m interested in the specifics.”
“The soul power you submit goes toward supporting the organization’s military—those are the soul armies you witnessed back in that monster world.
“Think of it like citizens paying taxes to a nation. That revenue is channeled into military training, paying soldiers, and providing for public necessities. Do you follow?
“Those legions are also composed of souls. To grow more powerful, they require soul power. Without any rewards, who would bother doing anything? Would you be willing to toil for free without a salary? Do you understand?
“When a lone task-taker is unable to resolve a situation, those forces are deployed. Is it clear now?”
Ning Shu nodded her head. “I understand.”
If one lacked the power to alter the rules, one had to learn to live by them. Furthermore, it wasn’t as if opportunities to increase her Cultivation and strength were non-existent. To utilize the system’s own resources while labeling it slavery...One shouldn't focus solely on what they have surrendered. Consider what has been gained instead.
If your mind dwells only on your losses, your mental state will become unstable.
Constantly wondering why others possess things you lack only brings heartache and fuels the fires of jealousy.
Had Le Qing never stopped to wonder where all that soul power was actually being directed?
It occurred to Ning Shu that she hadn't given it much thought either; her entire focus had been consumed by the search for world origins.
It was pointless to bicker over such minor gains and losses.
With her entire body throbbing in pain, Ning Shu collapsed onto the blanket, prepared for sleep. Glancing at Mei Ziqing, who remained seated as still as a wooden block, she instructed Lar: “Make sure she has a blanket too.”
Having spoken, she shut her eyes. Exhaustion had claimed her; her physical form had reached its limit.
Lar draped a blanket over the motionless Mei Ziqing before placing another one over Ning Shu.
While the night air carried a slight chill, the surrounding area was safe. Within a fifty-mile radius, no living thing had survived.
The night passed in absolute silence.
The stinging pain in her back pulled Ning Shu from her sleep. When she opened her eyes, dawn had arrived. Lar was busy applying potion to her injuries.
Lar looked concerned. “The area of the wound is far too large. There is a risk of infection.”
Ning Shu gave a distracted “Oh.” She planned to take more anti-inflammatory pills later.
Her gaze shifted to Mei Ziqing. The woman was still sitting in the same spot, her hair heavy with morning dew.
Ning Shu approached and gave her a small nudge. “That’s enough sitting around.”
Mei Ziqing looked at Ning Shu and said, “My legs have gone numb. Assist me in standing up.”
Ning Shu: ...
She reached out to pull her up. Mei Ziqing’s legs were stiff, and as she moved, they were overcome with the painful prickling of pins and needles.
“Are you alright?” Ning Shu inquired, noting her companion's ghostly complexion and bloodless lips.
Mei Ziqing dismissed the concern with a wave of her hand. She was fine.
She paced around for a while until the sensation returned to her limbs, eventually taking a seat next to Ning Shu.
Ning Shu offered her a piece of flatbread. Taking it, Mei Ziqing asked, “How are your wounds faring?”
“They aren't. My back is a mess. You’ll have to make it up to me,” Ning Shu mumbled, her speech muffled by the bread she was eating.
Mei Ziqing replied, “I will find you the finest medicine once we return.”
Observing that she seemed to have recovered her composure, Ning Shu asked: “Have you moved past it?”
“I require some time. A person has vanished completely—no reincarnation, no future. That takes time to process. Just like physical wounds, the heart needs time to mend.”
Mei Ziqing turned her gaze toward Ning Shu. “I am grateful for your help this time.”
“Don't worry about it. Just return my privilege ticket. I also used three soul-anchoring pills, which cost me fifteen merit points,” Ning Shu stated without hesitation.
Mei Ziqing nodded in agreement. “Naturally. That is only fair. You came to assist me; I cannot allow you to suffer a loss.”