Chapter 84: Chapter 84: The Four Great Vile Arts of Asia

The man’s expression instantly turned cold, but Sue Lawrence acted as if she hadn’t noticed. She crossed her legs, gave him a slight smile, and casually dropped a bombshell.

"I have a Space Ability. You’re not going to tell me you didn’t know, are you?"

Silas Hawthorne: ...

He instinctively closed his eyes for a moment before looking at Sue Lawrence again, his gaze fixed on the chaotic jumble of words crowded above her head.

Aside from the single word "Raider" at the very top, shining with a faint light, all the others were crammed together in a messy clump. After all, the space above her head was limited, and she simply had too many Abilities.

’Sometimes, seeing things too clearly isn’t a good thing.’ He tried his best to find the two words for "Space Ability."

However, he could only make out a fragment of a letter; the rest was completely obscured.

"Hmm, you can elaborate."

They were in desperate need of Space System Superpower Users right now—the more, the better.

After all, relying on manual labor or robots to transport supplies was too draining. The temperature outside was still dropping, and if it fell to an extreme, even the robots would freeze and shut down, rendering them useless. They were in a race against time.

Sue Lawrence maintained her smile. "I possess a Space Ability. I can help you transport supplies."

’Isn’t that why Victor Keller introduced Dominic Trent for this mission? Because he has a Space Ability?’

Sue Lawrence continued, "I also have a Healing Skill. I can help you treat the sick and wounded."

’Of course, there’s also Wind Blade for combat, Eye of Barrier Breaking for reconnaissance, and Ice Control Skill for better survival in this extreme cold apocalypse. But I’m not planning to tell Silas Hawthorne about those. Just throwing out a few of the more useful ones is enough.’ For instance, the Healing Skill and the Space Ability were the Superpowers Silas Hawthorne needed most at the moment.

Just as she expected, Silas Hawthorne’s icy expression finally softened a little. He even pressed his thin lips together before speaking calmly, "Ms. Lawrence, you can state your conditions. We can discuss them."

’Hmm, a very official-sounding answer.’

Sue Lawrence almost laughed, but she kept a straight face and said, "It’s simple. For any supplies transported using my space, I want 5%!"

’That’s a fair price for my services, isn’t it?’

Silas Hawthorne: ...

Sue Lawrence continued speaking, "Those six spots from before, and all the things you promised, that was all based on my Raider Superpower. But this next part is for my Space Ability and Healing Skill. I’ll let our base use these two Abilities for free, with no limit on the number of uses. Isn’t that a great deal?"

Silas Hawthorne: "What level are your Space Ability and Healing Skill?"

"A Level space, and B Level healing. It can heal moderate injuries like cuts, burns, fractures, and internal injuries. It provides three minutes of continuous healing on a single target and is effective within a small five-meter radius. Plus, my Healing Skill has room to grow. I believe it won’t be long before it can advance to A Level."

’Once Pamela Sutton is dead, the Healing Skill will become completely mine. Wouldn’t that make it an S Level Healing Skill?’

"You know about the A Level Healing Technique, right?" Sue Lawrence said with a grin. "A Level Healing Technique: Heals critical injuries, provides continuous single-target healing, removes weakened and poisoned states, stops bleeding, and relieves pain. Effective within a ten-meter radius."

’Healing moderate injuries and healing critical injuries are two different things, aren’t they?’

’Of course, the A Level Healing Technique is better.’

And all she was asking for was a mere 5% of the supplies, which she deserved.

Silas Hawthorne fell completely silent.

He began to size up Sue Lawrence all over again. He could only say that this woman was truly a merchant’s daughter; the abacus in her mind was clacking away loudly.

This put Silas Hawthorne in a difficult position. He subconsciously glanced again at the pile of words above Sue Lawrence’s head.

"What other Superpowers do you have? Why don’t you just tell me all of them."

As he spoke, he leaned back comfortably. "I just want to hear your sincerity, from your own mouth."

He then gave a pointed glance at the top of Sue Lawrence’s head, clearly letting her know that he could see her Superpowers.

Sue Lawrence: ...

’What in the world is this guy’s Superpower? I’m getting more and more curious.’

However, she wasn’t foolish enough to spill everything just because he bluffed. Making a stupid mistake like that once in her past life was more than enough.

"Oh, not too many. Just things like Equestrian Skill, some minor Superpowers, defensive power... Nothing particularly useful, so I didn’t mention them."

She said vaguely. Silas Hawthorne narrowed his eyes and scanned the top of her head again, only to find himself completely helpless.

’She’s truly sharp, hard to fool, and extremely difficult to deal with.’

’Sue Lawrence, huh.’

’Heh...’

He gave a bitter smile internally and finally gave up, rising to his feet. "Alright, then. Come with me to the infirmary right now."

Sue Lawrence obediently followed, muttering, "How many Points do I get for healing one patient?"

Silas Hawthorne: ...

’Isn’t that another new condition?’

’Hmm, maybe not. After all, anyone who contributes to the base gets Points. Healing the wounded earns Points, too. Just like the current medical staff at the base, they all work on a Points system.’

"By the way, your Points ranking isn’t based on real names, is it?"

"It’s not. We assign everyone a number. In the future, you’ll use this number to enter and exit other bases as well. Make sure you carry your doomsday ID card with you at all times."

"Don’t worry!"

’I have my space. I won’t lose anything.’

"Oh, right. Can I go change into a disguise first?"

’In any case, it’s always better to be low-key.’

Silas Hawthorne paused. Instead of rushing off, he let her get changed in the empty room they had just been in.

Silas Hawthorne waited outside. He had already dismissed his men. Besides him, there was no one else here. No one would know who the person with the Healing Skill was.

Soon, Sue Lawrence came out. When Silas Hawthorne saw her again, he couldn’t help but be astonished.

Just a moment ago, she was a 170cm-tall young woman. Now, she had suddenly transformed into a 180cm-tall burly man. His muscles bulged under his clothes, his chin had even gotten longer, and his face was covered in freckles. His straw-like, medium-length hair was tied back casually, and he looked even more robust than Silas himself.

"You..."

"Mr. Hawthorne, please lead the way."

Even the voice was low and raspy, as if it were a completely different person.

"What kind of Superpower is this one?"

Sue Lawrence held up four fingers and said in her original voice, "Haven’t you heard of Asia’s four great dark arts? At your age, you must have at least heard of them."

Silas Hawthorne: ...

’Forget it. I shouldn’t have even asked.’

"Let’s go."

Soon, Silas Hawthorne led her to the infirmary.

The moment she stepped inside, she smelled the distinct scent of disinfectant unique to hospitals. Medical personnel in white coats bustled about. The beds, whether occupied by sitting or lying patients, were completely full. There wasn’t a single empty spot.

Seeing Mr. Hawthorne arrive, the head nurse of the infirmary hurried out to greet him. "Mr. Hawthorne!"

"Mm."

Silas Hawthorne nodded and stepped aside to reveal the "burly man" behind him.

"This is someone we’ve invited. She has a Healing Skill."

’A Healing Skill?’

Everyone suddenly looked over, their faces filled with curiosity. The head nurse was especially delighted and instinctively asked, "And you are...?"

Sue Lawrence thought for a moment.

"9527."