Chapter 1858: Gift-Givings
Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks
âThanks, but thereâs no need. Itâs too expensive.â Ning Shu asked, âYou donât need to save up merit points anymore?â
Mei Ziqing was working so hard to accumulate merit points in order to become an ultra task-taker. Spending two merit points to buy just a flower was seriously a waste.
It would be like her experience in her last world. Not only had she not gained a single merit point, but she also lost 100 points.
Ning Shu was just like a resentful wife who kept complaining about the merit points she lost.
âI participated in another task to fix a breaking plane. The rewards were pretty good. After doing another task, Iâll be able to get promoted. Two merit points arenât an issue.â Mei Ziqing shoved the flowerpot into Ning Shuâs hand. âFor you.â
âI canât accept something like this for free,â said Ning Shu. âHow about this? If you see something you like, Iâll pay for it.â
She and Mei Ziqing were only slightly past being friendly acquaintances. Their relationship wasnât to the point that it was appropriate for her to accept such an expensive gift. She had to return the favor.
Mei Ziqing looked around and her gaze finally settled on a string of bells lying on the stall. This bell required three faith points.
Ning Shu generously paid the bill.
She got faith points pretty much every time now, but not every world would result in gaining some merit points.
The moment Mei Ziqing heard that it required faith points, she planned to set it back down. When she saw Ning Shu pay for it, she asked in surprise, âWerenât you only an intermediate task-taker? How come you have faith points?â
âSometimes when I do tasks, Iâd gain some faith power,â said Ning Shu.
Mei Ziqing raised her eyebrows. Her expression was a little strange, but she didnât press any further. She hung the bell at her waist and as she moved, the bell emitted an unusually pleasant sound. The sound of it seemed to clear oneâs heart.
Ning Shu held the flowerpot and left the trading hall with Mei Ziqing.
Mei Ziqing asked Ning Shu, âDid you come to the trading hall because you wanted to trade for something?â
âI was planning to ask about the world origin powers,â said Ning Shu.
Mei Ziqing shook her head, âThis kind of thing is so precious that no one in the fabricated space has it. Those who possess this kind of thing are all super powerful higher-ups.â
âEven ultra task-takers donât have it?â asked Ning Shu. She thought for a moment to see if she had anything that could be exchanged for an origin power.
But after thinking about it, she found that she didnât really have anything valuable on her. Did the soul pearl count?
But she didnât want to trade the soul pearl. It had helped her a lot in two separate worlds.
She couldnât bear to give it up.
âIn your opinion, ultra task-takers are very strong?â asked Mei Ziqing.
Ning Shu nodded. âYeah.â
âSometimes numbers donât always represent ability, and rank doesnât necessarily represent ability either,â said Mei Ziqing. âWhen you get up there, you only get to enjoy some preferential treatment.â
Mei Ziqing sighed. âUltra task-takers still donât have control over their own fates. With how dangerous the world is, ultra task-takers can still end up dying.â
âWeâll just have to take it one step at a time.â Ning Shu wasnât very concerned. She had gotten to visit so many worlds and live so many different lives.
Her original fate was to die, but she had gotten an opportunity like this instead. It was already a win. If she could live, then she would work hard to live. However, if she really ended up dyingâ¦
Frick, how could she possibly end up dying!?
Ning Shu felt that Mei Ziqing knew quite a lot, so she invited Mei Ziqing to the restaurant for a meal together.
However, the moment she walked into the restaurant, she saw someone familiar. It was Pan Chen, the stone spirit.
At this moment, Pan Chen was currently staring at the task-takers walking in and out of the restaurant. His elegant features currently had an expression of practically drooling. He was clearly coveting the souls of the task-takers.