Chapter 139 Reduced to a prisoner ~

I Really Am the Savior This person is exceedingly ugly. 2655 words 2026-03-24 23:33:20

Zhang Ze had absolutely never imagined that one day he, too, would get lost just like that fellow Qi Lijun!

In truth, it could hardly be blamed on him. He had a powerful pursuer from Blood Moon City behind him, and he knew nothing about the geography surrounding Anqing City.

Getting lost was hardly surprising.

The problem was that the pursuer was a sixth-grade powerhouse!

Zhang Ze was practically vomiting blood over it.

...

“Otxo~”

The alien from the stars behind him was still shouting, but Zhang Ze could not understand a word.

Even if the sixth-grade starfolk powerhouse was yelling at him to stop and have a chat, there was no way for Zhang Ze to communicate with her.

Besides, the broadsword in her hand gleamed with a cold light. No matter how one looked at it, she was not chasing him down for a friendly conversation.

The distance between them continued to shrink. Zhang Ze had personally experienced just how terrifying a sixth-grade powerhouse could be through Woody and the others.

If she caught up with him, she would not even need three punches to kill him!

But panic was useless. The woman behind him was only three to five hundred meters away, while the nearest military camp was still forty or fifty kilometers ahead.

It seemed Zhang Ze was about to—

Actually die this time.

“Damn it all!”

“Why are you chasing me?”

“Sure, I’m fairly good-looking...”

“But... but surely the two of us have reproductive incompatibility, right?”

Judging by her attire, the pursuer appeared to be a female powerhouse.

Seeing that he could no longer escape, Zhang Ze kept cursing as he ran.

Unfortunately, the Blood Moon City powerhouse could not understand him at all.

“Totrth~”

She let out another strange cry, and Zhang Ze had no idea what she was saying.

...

After thinking it over, Zhang Ze’s gaze once again fell upon the system’s final lottery page.

Wealth Points: 14,300

Lottery: 66 per draw, 648 for ten draws

No need to say it—ten draws for a miracle!

As Zhang Ze’s thought flashed through his mind, his wealth points instantly dropped to 13,652.

Thank you for your patronage~

Thank you...

After ten consecutive rounds of “Thank you for your patronage,” Zhang Ze found himself holding yet another first-grade Body-Strengthening Pill.

When he saw the result, Zhang Ze nearly vomited blood.

That had been a full million yuan!

Rounding it up, anyway!

Bang!

Just as Zhang Ze was rendered speechless by the system’s lottery, the sixth-grade powerhouse from Blood Moon City finally arrived.

It felt as though a giant mountain had slammed into his back. His entire body flew away like a kite with its string cut, crashing toward the distance.

Pfft!

His throat turned sweet, and he instantly spat out a great mouthful of blood.

Immediately afterward, his consciousness grew hazy, and he fainted.

There was nothing he could do. With only a little over a thousand points of cellular strength, it was already a blessing that he had not died on the spot after taking a blow from a sixth-grade powerhouse.

...

A long while later.

His consciousness remained unbearably foggy.

“Yeka~”

Yet the moment he heard that strange cry again, Zhang Ze woke with a start.

I’m not dead?

Opening his eyes, Zhang Ze discovered that he had been locked inside a cage wagon. There was also a young woman beside him.

Looking out, he saw that the long caravan contained no fewer than twenty or thirty such cage wagons.

It was true that he had not died. But judging from the situation, he had become a prisoner of these natives.

Seeing Zhang Ze looking left and right, the girl beside him said weakly, her face pale, “Stop looking. We’ll be reaching Blood Moon City soon~”

“What?”

Zhang Ze was stunned.

Was he really being taken to their home base?

This was bad—very bad. Even with Woody’s sixth-grade cultivation, he might be powerless to rescue him!

After calming down some time later, Zhang Ze asked the girl dejectedly, “How many days was I unconscious?”

“I don’t know~”

“But you’ve already been in this transport convoy for three days!”

Hearing this, Zhang Ze could not help feeling a little relieved.

Three days had already passed. His teacher and the others must have realized that something had happened to him. Perhaps they were even on their way to rescue him by now.

That was the only way Zhang Ze could console himself.

But when the girl saw that he was still harboring fantasies, she merely sneered disdainfully.

...

One hundred kilometers north of Anqing City.

This was also the location of Anqing City’s foremost military outpost.

Inside the commander’s tent, Woody paced back and forth with a grim expression.

Zhang Yue, Zhou Yonghao, and several other somewhat older young men stood on either side of him.

A moment later, the camp commander returned to the tent.

“Still no news?”

Woody frowned as he asked, his voice somewhat hoarse.

The middle-aged commander’s expression was grave. “The ambush team a thousand kilometers ahead has not noticed anything unusual...”

“There are only two possibilities. Either the people from Blood Moon City approached Anqing City to gather intelligence. If so, and Zhang Ze had no value to them, they may already have killed him.”

The middle-aged commander did not conceal anything. Everyone here had fought for a long time in this place and understood the laws governing the star region.

There was no need for false niceties.

He continued, “The other possibility is that Blood Moon City is carrying out some special operation, and these people have been captured.”

“Personally, I favor the latter. Several military camps along the front line have had people disappear. Even in the border region between the two sides, many ambush teams have lost contact.”

“I understand.”

Woody’s mood grew heavier, and his voice became increasingly helpless.

Seeing this, the middle-aged commander reminded him, “Blood Moon City has been carrying out quite a few covert activities lately. I fear they are plotting something.”

“Contact the provincial authorities. I believe those people will make a major move soon.”

Woody did not reply. He silently led Zhang Yue and the others away from the military camp.

...

Only one day was needed!

Hope rekindled in Zhang Ze’s heart.

Seeing him like this, the girl struck him down with her words. “You should stop entertaining ideas. With your fourth-grade cultivation, escaping from here would be no different from a fool’s dream.”

“Heh.”

Zhang Ze sneered and retorted, “If a person has no dreams, how are they any different from a salted fish?”

“In any case, I definitely won’t die. Maybe I can even take you with me when I escape~”

The girl could not help laughing scornfully at that.

In any event, there was still one more day before the system skill was born.

Though Zhang Ze eagerly anticipated it, all he could do was wait.

Looking at the girl, he asked softly, “By the way, are you also with the military? Since when could girls join the military?”

Zhang Ze had already noticed that the girl’s cellular strength was around 1,600 S. She was a genuine fourth-grade martial artist.

“Hmph~”

“Why can’t girls join the military?”

The girl challenged him coldly.

But then she added, “However, I’m not a soldier. I’m a student of the Anqing Martial Bureau!”

...

It turned out that the girl was a third-year student at the Martial Bureau, which made her Zhang Ze’s senior.

She had simply remained in the star region for many years and rarely returned to Earth.

As the two became more familiar, Zhang Ze asked, “How much longer until we reach Blood Moon City?”

“Probably no more than another day~”

“When you were locked up, they had already left the border between the two sides. At their current speed, they’ll reach Blood Moon City in four days at most!”

Hearing this, Zhang Ze was not nearly as panicked as she had expected.

That made sense.

One day was enough time for the system to produce his third skill.

If it gave him some incredible ability—instant teleportation, crossing infinite worlds, or something of that sort—could a tiny cage wagon really hold him?

Unfortunately, all of that was merely Zhang Ze’s wishful thinking...