Reborn One Week Before the Apocalypse

Chapter 81: Chapter 75: Training Camp

”Bro, didn’t you say you were going to the training camp? Hurry up and go.”

Song Qing was the first to react, pushing Song Feng toward the door.

Luckily, it was just Song Qing’s family of four living in this house. Her parents happened to be out today, so Song Feng’s outburst didn’t frighten any elders.

”Hey, Tang Mo, right? Think about my offer! I’m serious!”

As his sister pushed him out the door, Song Feng twisted his head back to shout at Tang Mo.

BANG!

The door slammed shut, and the world was quiet again.

”Tang Mo, don’t mind him. My brother’s not an idiot, he’s just doing this for me.”

Seeing the look in Tang Mo’s eyes, Song Qing, who had been her roommate for four years, naturally knew what she was thinking.

”You know about the alliance between our Li Family and the Wen Family. The elders in the family feel an alliance like that isn’t stable enough, so they want to unite our families through marriage.” Song Qing leaned against the sofa, pressing a hand to her forehead.

’Marriage alliance?’

’The Wen Family doesn’t have many children.’ Tang Mo thought for a moment and figured it must be Wen Jianli’s son and daughter.

The brother, Wen Ze, was twenty-two, and the sister, Wen Lin, was twenty.

”I’m twenty-four and my brother is twenty-five. Age-wise, my brother and Wen Lin would be a better match. But Wen Lin wasn’t interested in my brother, so the family’s intention is to set me up with Wen Ze.”

As a member of the Li Family, she enjoyed the glory, but she also had to bear the responsibility.

”What about your uncle’s children?”

”My uncle’s kids are just teenagers. It’s not appropriate.”

”Wen Lin didn’t agree, so Wen Ze did?”

Tang Mo had never met the siblings and didn’t know what their personalities were like.

”Wen Ze hasn’t given his opinion. I’m actually waiting for him to refuse first. After all, my standing in the Li Family doesn’t carry as much weight as his words.”

”My brother was afraid I’d be forced into something against my will. He heard you were part of the Wen Family, and... well, this happened.”

Song Qing didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at her brother’s antics. She felt helpless, but also touched.

Everyone has their own struggles. Even Song Qing, living as part of the Li Family, had her own difficulties.

”A relationship with a younger guy isn’t so bad. They’re all the rage right now. Why not consider it?”

Tang Mo teased. It was only a two-year age difference. If they were truly compatible, she didn’t think it would be an issue at all.

Tang Mo left after having lunch at the Li Family’s home. She didn’t stay long in the afternoon, as she had already promised Uncle Wen she would wait for him at home.

That evening, Tang Mo’s family of three sat at the table, enjoying a warm dinner together.

The simple, home-cooked dishes were just like before the apocalypse.

S Base had used hydroponic technology to specially cultivate a batch of pre-apocalypse fruits and vegetables.

However, the yield was extremely low, and only the rich and powerful could afford to eat them.

After dinner, Tang Mo once again went into the study with Wen Jianshu.

”Momo, if you’re willing, you should go check out the training camp tomorrow.”

”The training camp?” She seemed to recall hearing that term from Song Qing just today.

”You just arrived at S Base, so you might not know. It’s a place S Base built specifically to help everyone improve their strength as quickly as possible.

It has all kinds of training equipment and machinery, plus people you can spar with. You could say it’s where you’ll find the most powerful teams and Hunters in the entire base.”

Wen Jianshu had been asked by Lin Yi not to let Tang Mo, a young woman, face too much hardship or danger, so he hadn’t mentioned the training camp to her before.

But today, after seeing Tang Mo’s strength on the leaderboard, he came to a realization: blind protection wasn’t a form of love for a child, but was actually holding Tang Mo back.

”This is the Identity Card I got for you. You can get in with this.”

Not just anyone could enter the training camp. It required a payment of 30 Basic Crystal Cores, which was no small sum.

Tang Mo didn’t have a single Crystal Core to her name right now. If Uncle Wen hadn’t prepared the Identity Card for her, she really would have been in a tough spot.

”Also, I wanted to ask you, what direction are you developing your attribute values in?”

At this stage, everyone knew that choosing a single direction to strengthen their attribute values was the most cost-effective approach.

”It’s the Space System, but my Space isn’t very large right now. It can’t hold much.”

Tang Mo scratched her head, embarrassed.

She wasn’t just being humble. Her Space had very little room left, so it really couldn’t hold much more.

’The Space System!’

’That’s a very rare ability, and quite suitable for a girl.’

Wen Jianshu was delighted. A support ability like this was exactly what his wife had wished for.

But then he glanced at the training camp Identity Card he had just given Tang Mo...

’I’m getting old. My thinking really isn’t thorough enough anymore.’

’My wife can never find out about this.’

The next day, Tang Mo took the Identity Card from Wen Jianshu and went to the training camp.

The name ”training camp” sounded a bit plain, but it actually covered a huge area. Its exterior looked like a giant diamond, and the inside was divided into open fields of various sizes, each serving a different purpose.

Tang Mo swiped her Identity Card and walked inside. It was more crowded than she had imagined. ’Looks like there are still plenty of rich people around.’

The decor had a dark aesthetic, with large swaths of black and dim lighting that filled the space with a sense of mystery.

There were no human staff in the entire training camp. Everything was guided by robots, and there were several smart-computer workstations scattered throughout each area, available for everyone to use.

In the lobby, Tang Mo swiped through a digital screen to learn about the training camp’s layout.

The entire camp was divided into four main sections: the Firearms Training Ground, the Cold Weapons Training Ground, the 1v1 Battle Arena, and the Alliance Beast Fighting Arena.

The names were all literal, so Tang Mo understood them easily.

Both the Firearms and Cold Weapons Training Grounds provided weapons. The areas were massive, and you could even hire a specialized instructor for guidance.

However, all of this cost money: 10 Basic Crystal Cores per hour.

Tang Mo had no money.

She didn’t need to practice her marksmanship; her spiritual power was her best Talent bonus.

Her Sword Skill, on the other hand, was in great need of a professional instructor’s guidance. ’Once I have money, I’ll definitely go.’

She was curious about the remaining 1v1 Battle Arena and the Alliance Beast Fighting Arena, and decided to check out the Battle Arena first to see what it was like.

The Battle Arena opened into a space the size of a soccer field. In the center was a large ring, surrounded on all four sides by tiered seats for spectators. There were also viewing platforms on the second floor, a place reserved for special VIPs.

The walls were lined with massive screens, ensuring that everyone had a clear, multi-angled view of the action in the ring.

The entire Battle Arena was almost full. Looking out, all she could see was a dense sea of heads.

In the ring, two bare-chested men were engaged in a fierce, bare-knuckled brawl. Below the ring were rows of small tables.

That was where people placed their bets.

Many people spent all day hanging around the Battle Arena, not to fight in the ring themselves, but simply to bet on the matches below.

Bets could be placed freely within the first five minutes of a fight. If your eye was sharp enough and your luck was good, you could earn far more money hanging around here for a day than you could by toiling away hunting mutant beasts outside.

Tang Mo could see people’s moves with perfect clarity, as if she were watching the fight broken down in slow motion. The strengths and weaknesses of each fighter were obvious to her at a glance.

Of the two men on the stage, one was on the offensive and the other was on the defensive. The attacker seemed to have the upper hand, but every one of his moves had an opening.

The one defending was steadily retreating, yet he was conserving his stamina, his eyes as sharp as knives.

Tang Mo already knew the outcome.

But she had no money.

’Even a genius can’t cook without rice.’ Being poor was so hard.

Just as Tang Mo was lamenting her utter poverty, a familiar figure on the second-floor viewing platform caught her eye.