Pretending To Be A Boss

Tang Xian was somewhat surprised. After all, he was a well-known hunter doctor, yet there was only one team trying to recruit him.

Or was it because other teams felt they couldn't compete with the White Rose Hunter Group?

Tang Xian opened the news to take a look, and it was indeed the case.

The news was attached with many hunters' opinions.

Personnel changes in the top hunting teams have always been a topic of great interest among the miners. The White Rose, as an all-female team with a very special configuration of four doctors besides the captain and the scout, was distinctive. All four members besides those two roles were doctors.

One could imagine how the captain probably felt in battle, experiencing a continuous flow of healing.

It was a team where doctors were treated very well, and being a woman like Qiao Shanshan, it seemed understandable that other teams felt they couldn't outcompete the White Rose.

But Tang Xian didn't think so.

"When Qiao Shanshan was with the Scorched Blood Group, she served as the captain, and her specialty was dealing with the wounds of multiple combatants in a short time. If she went to the White Rose Hunter Group, although it appears to have many doctors, it would actually reduce her status and her sense of presence, making her feel ill at ease.

The more such a place, the less she could utilize her talents."

"Quite good, she should have realized it by now."

Without contacting Qiao Shanshan, Tang Xian believed that what she yearned for was the Nvwa Snake that had caused her team members' tragic deaths.

He didn't think much further, glanced at the black cell phone, and found it to be really convenient. Although a millennium ago, even elementary school students had similar devices, now science had entered the quantum atomic field, and it was these non-industrialized devices that began to illustrate a regression in civilization.

At least for the lower class, it was a regression of civilization.

Tang Xian had originally thought he would need to hand over the design drawings in the mining area, but now it turned out to be very simple—he just had to take a photo and send it over.

Without delay, Tang Xian immediately took the photos and sent them to Ke.

He didn't even make a phone call to exchange pleasantries. Everything was like reverting to many years ago.

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Fortress number fifty-one, fifth level.

If merchants and tycoons didn't have relationships within the system, they could only be considered wealthy people. Under the current system, no matter how rich, they were merely sheep turning into fat sheep.

At most, they would live on the fourth level.

The fifth and sixth levels were mostly inhabited by people in business or politics. There were also the military-political giants like the Li family.

Ke Ye originated from the second level, his father being a foreman in the mining area and his mother a staff member at a major factory, responsible for producing some inorganic mineral conversion equipment related to medical devices.

Making it to the fifth level, Ke Ye had indeed changed the fate of his family. As a single-gifted individual, able only to see a life value, Ke Ye knew it was hard for him to advance in the mining area. Choosing to be a military weapon designer was a very wise decision.

He indeed had talent in this area.

By his own ability, he made it to the fifth level. According to the trials of the chosen to change fate, Ke Ye had defied destiny.

However, his popularity was not very good.

Many times, when discussing some weapon concepts, most people around him couldn't keep up with his thinking.

When receiving suggestions from others, Ke Ye would mostly not adopt them.

He had a nickname because of this, known as 'Ke the Unyielding'.

Once he designed a weapon, Ke Ye refused to modify it a second time. He also rejected any suggestions others made about his designs.

This habit was not directly developed but grew gradually over the six years after graduation.

Five years ago, mankind set foot on Tortoise Crane Island.

It was a blue region, but the process of implanting human civilization into Tortoise Crane Island was exceptionally arduous. A large number of mercenaries, regular armies, and hunters went to Tortoise Crane Island, facing those with shells as invincible as diamonds.

The wear and tear on weapons was tremendous, and those long-lived creatures made up of cranes and tortoises were simply nemesis to weapons.

The military department's demand for a massive supply of new equipment was immense. For a time, weapon industrial parks in various countries were all busy.

At this time, Ke Ye believed that mass-producing a large number of weapons in a short time was a waste of manpower and ore resources. It was better to temporarily change the weapon structure and produce new types of armaments.

Ke Ye's concept received support, but it also met opposition from some weapon designers.

He insisted that to combat creatures in the mining area, sharp cold weapons should be manufactured, but another party believed firearms were the evolution of weapons, despite the mining area limiting some of the mechanical principles. Yet, firearms remained safer than melee weapons.

Ke Ye felt these stubborn old fools were simply a bunch of idiots.

In the case where human abilities remained unchanged, cold weapons certainly couldn't compare to firearms.

But everything changed in the mining area, starting with the fact that the principles behind advanced firearms would become ineffective due to the mining area's different magnetic fields.

Furthermore, the enhancement of human strength itself meant the power of swinging a weapon had far surpassed that of the normal world.
Your journey continues at empire

Eventually, the world organization passed Ke Ye's theory, and humanity underwent a weapons reform.

Ke Ye also advanced to the fifth level.

This move offended many of his colleagues, yet also earned Ke Ye the approval of many hunters.

The weapons reform incident was enough to make history, but Ke Ye wasn't particularly happy.

He remembered, a few years ago, someone had said something similar to him.

"If I were you, I wouldn't focus on designing long-range weapons, at least not firearms. Designing a bow would be better. Just imagine, people in the mining area, if they can really awaken powerful abilities, when their fists are stronger than bullets, yet they rely on bullets, isn't that giving up their own strength?"

Four years before the weapons reform, that person had already realized that firearms, as a means of defending power at the Pyramid, would be very useful in managing humans, but when it came to entering the mining area and facing those creatures, firearms would be outdated.

Nowadays, the regular military were basically equipped with firearms for the Pyramid and military knives for the mining area.

Setting aside the design blueprint transmitted by his assistant, Ke Ye rubbed his eyes and lay wearily on the sofa, too lazy to reply to the assistant.

The assistant knew this meant the weapon design was not approved.

"Can't these idiots focus on practicality? Must they prove their talent by designing weapons that are all flash and no substance? What's the use of making a killing tool look fancy? Think they are drawing comics? What's the use of carving a dragon on the handle? Can the dragon be summoned or enchanted?

They should spend more time researching the proportion of armament materials, how to adjust the composite metal ratios to achieve maximum sharpness. These fools only know how to make flashy, useless things."

This was just an inner rant, and Ke Ye didn't take it out on his assistant.

On the contrary, although he usually refused to make any changes to his designs, he was quite polite to others.

Using that person's words from back then, he would be considered thirty percent scheming. He was extremely polite to the idiots but would outright pronounce their death sentence once they crossed a certain line, from then on refusing to associate with them.

Ke Ye planned to take a break. Recently, there had been news of an increase in red zones, and the higher-ups had increased weapon orders, while the next equipment revolution was also likely on the horizon.

Humans were no longer content to operate only in the blue zones.

Ke Ye believed that maybe after the next hunting festival ended, all of humanity might undertake a major joint operation to develop a certain yellow zone.

So, it was quite exhausting for him and his colleagues.

He took out his phone, planning to kill some time and adjust his mood, only to find an unknown number had sent him a message.

Ke Ye opened it and discovered it was a blueprint.

"Looks like it's a weapon design blueprint."

"This shape… why does it look like a kitchen knife? A lunatic, an idiot's design. Don't let me find out who you are, you bastard."

Ke Ye prepared to delete the message but kept staring at the screen.

"Wait a minute, this person also listed a metal composition ratio chart, tsk, it doesn't look like the work of an amateur, a colleague?"

Ke Ye was mildly interested.

Because he had never seen this design ratio before, his first impression was that it was a colleague trying to amuse themselves, writing something random.

However, after simulating it in his mind, he realized that these minerals could perfectly complement each other in the reactor.

Ten seconds later, there was slowly a glimmer in Ke Ye's eyes.

"Interesting, very interesting."

His mind began to buzz with calculations. Ke Ye wasn't very good at math, if it hadn't been for someone's guidance back then, he wouldn't even have entered the threshold of weapon design. Now many of his design drafts relied on experience and intuition.

A few minutes later, Ke Ye's expression turned serious.

"Who designed this? Such a powerful formula, why make a kitchen knife?"