You're Not A Lord Of The Apocalypse Chapter 371: Outsider Martial Artists - Novel Cool

Chapter 371: Outsider Martial Artists

Chapter 371: Outsider Martial Artists

"So, the Vassal Federation hasn't fallen. It's truly inconceivable."

Through the goblin's perspective, Qin Muye saw the young man collect protection fees, skim a bit for himself, and then hand them over to the gang leader. The gang leader then gave the majority to the constable, who, after collecting protection fees from various street gangs, would send half of it up the chain, forming a massive pyramid structure.

And at the very top of this pyramid, the governor, who did nothing, received the largest share.

"Wait, something's not right," Qin Muye thought, categorizing the data collected by the goblins. He discovered something interesting.

The thug had skipped some people when collecting protection fees.

This was unscientific. While it was normal to bully the weak and fear the strong, these people didn't seem particularly tough; they looked more like ordinary civilians.

"This is a clue, and it needs to be investigated."

Qin Muye then ordered the goblins to look into it.

Tianqi had already settled the entire Endless Abyss, and Heishou had naturally arranged for various goblin spies to infiltrate the entire Vassal Federation to gather intelligence.

Intelligence was crucial, so there was no room for carelessness.

Currently, only because the big data system wasn't established yet, Qin Muye had to do it himself.

"The temporary skills, 'Engine of Total Annihilation' and 'Five Flaws and Three Deficiencies,' are truly beneficial," Qin Muye couldn't help but feel the difference between temporary skills.

With these two temporary skills, Qin Muye didn't dare let his forces help him. One misstep could involve them, and it might even cause his territory to be destroyed.

The investigation quickly yielded results. The households that didn't pay protection fees all had one thing in common: they had a member who was a formal disciple of the Pan Gui Martial Hall.

The goblins quickly gathered and delivered the information about the Pan Gui Martial Hall to Qin Muye.

"Wow, I didn't expect them to have some real talent."

The hall master of the Pan Gui Martial Hall was at the 4th rank, the true disciples were at the 3rd rank, the formal disciples were at the 2nd rank, and the apprentices were around the 1st rank.

This tiered structure naturally led to a difference in numbers. There was only one 4th-rank hall master, five 3rd-rank true disciples, and dozens of 2nd-rank formal disciples, who were carefully selected. The apprentices, numbering in the hundreds, were considered external members who had to pay a monthly fee to learn martial arts and received no benefits.

Once they became formal disciples, the martial hall would help arrange jobs, usually as heads of large gangs or guards for major merchants, and they wouldn't have to pay. However, if they wanted cultivation resources or further guidance in martial arts, they had to pay.

True disciples were different. The martial hall provided all resources and even paid them and gave them cultivation techniques. They were the future successors and received different treatment.

"So, is this Secret Martial Arts? Or just plain Martial Arts?" Based on the feedback from the big data, these martial artists seemed to not use external energy but rather strengthen themselves from within.

Indeed, those who practiced martial arts called themselves martial artists.

So, Qin Muye suspected that Secret and Martial were two different systems, with the former utilizing energy environments and the latter focusing on self-cultivation.

They were two distinctly different paths of development.

"Should I infiltrate the Pan Gui Martial Hall?" Qin Muye thought about it but quickly rejected the idea.

Why bother infiltrating when he had nothing better to do?

If he wanted something, he could just have the goblins steal it for him.

The strongest hall master was only at the 4th rank, while the goblins were at the 6th rank. Even the farming goblins could easily defeat him, so why go in person?

What was his status now, and did he need to do such things?

Soon, a goblin took on the task. Infiltrating the Pan Gui Martial Hall would take just a day or two, and within three to five days, they could have everything inside the hall.

"However, it's a bit strange. The constable in charge of my district is also at the 4th rank?"

Looking at the big data report, Qin Muye felt something was off.

First, there were only five 4th-rank individuals in the entire city: the hall master of the Pan Gui Martial Hall, the true controller of a major financial empire, the old servant of the governor, the chief constable of the local constabulary, and the constable of his district.

From the first four, they were all in high positions, even the governor's old servant, who was well-fed and well-cared for. This meant that if the constable revealed his identity, he would be courted by various major forces.

But why would such a person be content with being just an ordinary constable?

Don't even mention hiding a tiger behind a pig's mask. For martial artists, becoming stronger requires a large amount of resources. Without resources, direct training can either harm the body or lead to a violent death.

Relying on the small amount of funds obtained daily from the constable's position, it's likely that he couldn't even afford a single medicinal soup.

He is also in his middle years, still considered young among martial artists. This behavior is akin to cutting off his path to advancement.

More importantly, his situation doesn't seem like he's giving up. He exercises his body every day and consumes various precious medicinal soups and pills.

This is quite peculiar. The source of his funds aside, one doesn't survive by being this frugal; sooner or later, he will run out of resources.

If he really wanted to be frugal, why be a constable? Wouldn't it be better to be a clerk at the government office?

"Intelligence Department analysis suggests that there might be something he needs in this district?"

"This is quite possible, and it must be of considerable value."

Qin Muye looked at the latest guess sent by the Intelligence Department, which was based on the maximum likelihood provided by the think tank.

Of course, it's also possible that he is just being frugal.

"Could it be related to me?" Qin Muye's thoughts suddenly diverged.

After all, he is the protagonist in this area. If not him, then who?

It's just that the other party hasn't found him yet. But now, with only the negative temporary skills left and the genuine protagonist aura gone, it won't be long before he is discovered.

"Still, it's better to wait for him to come to me. Although he is hiding, he hasn't offended me, and it wouldn't be good to rashly kill him." Qin Muye didn't act rashly, even though the other party might pose a threat, he at least didn't show any overt hostility.

If he were to mistakenly kill a good person, it would be a problem. The death of a constable in this district would certainly cause chaos, affecting his daily life.

Just as he was thinking, a figure walked in: "Boss, a bottle of soda, please."

Qin Muye narrowed his eyes and looked at the person. Goodness, this guy was like a little giant, blocking the sunlight at the door.

"Ten cents." Qin Muye took out a bottle of soda, inserted a straw, and handed it over.

The man took out a wallet from his large overcoat. The wallet looked extremely small in his big, fan-like hand, creating a strong contrast.

He took out a coin and placed it on the counter, then took a big sip of the soda, finishing it like a dragon sucking water.

"If it were cold, it would be even better." The man was complaining about the soda being at room temperature.

"My small shop doesn't have the conditions for that." Qin Muye said slowly.

"Could you do me a favor? I remember there's a martial hall nearby, right?" the man asked.

Qin Muye raised an eyebrow: "Of course, the Pan Gui Martial Hall. It's quite famous around here. It's located roughly here."

The man was quite understanding, consuming something before asking for information. Although the consumption was small, at least he wasn't freeloading.

"Thank you, boss, for the directions. Could you give me two more loaves of bread? I need to pad my stomach." The man pointed to two large loaves of bread on the side.

"Sure, today I've met a generous customer. Here you go." Qin Muye handed over the two large loaves, which were quite heavy.

The man didn't say anything, clearly not short of money. He casually took out another larger coin and placed it on the counter, then left the shop.

"Interesting, a martial artist from out of town, 4th rank, a genius." Qin Muye couldn't help but smack his lips. "He's not here to challenge the hall, is he?"

The man was also a martial artist, not much older than twenty-five or twenty-six, but his strength was on par with the veteran 4th-rank martial artists in this area.

Geniuses exist everywhere. Qin Muye wasn't a genius; he was more like someone with a cheat. However, he had seen true geniuses. Although this man was a genius, he was still far behind Ji Shan.

Apart from the innate gap, there were also differences in resources and profession. The martial artist profession was at most rare, not reaching the epic level, and the resource gap was immense. Ji Shan had a father like Qin Muye, who could afford anything, while this man, no matter how rich, couldn't match Qin Muye's wealth.

(End of Chapter)

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