Chapter 3 A Single Request: Abundant Quantity

“Is the supply large?”
If this had been his previous life, Zhang Chu would have punched this kind of scalper without hesitation.
But now—
This was exactly the pillow delivered when he was dozing; just what he needed.
As long as there was enough and he could eat his fill, and make money on top of that, what more could he ask for?
Besides, who could refuse a pretty agent in black stockings?
“As much as you want!”
“Absolutely safe!”
Huang Lili hadn’t expected to meet such a fool.
She’d met many drug trial volunteers, but this was the first time she’d encountered someone so eager for self-destruction.
Still, thinking of the hefty commission she might earn from this deal—enough, perhaps, to buy a Vitality Pill and push her own blood vitality past 150—Huang Lili was excited too.
When she heard “as much as you want,” Zhang Chu agreed.
He couldn’t stand another day in adult diapers.
Huang Lili personally called a car, and sped off with Zhang Chu toward Kangming Pharmaceutical Factory in the outskirts of Binzhou.
As soon as they left, a bespectacled girl by the roadside snapped a photo and sent it to the class group chat:
“@everyone, guys, is this Zhang Chu?”
“Class rep Wang Xiaochuan: Is Zhang Chu going for a drug trial?”
“@Su Mingyue: Goddess Su, Zhang Chu once saved you, you know. Are you just going to watch him risk his life for money?”
“Su Mingyue: What does Zhang Chu’s injury have to do with me?”
“Homeroom teacher Li Feng: @everyone, don’t imitate Zhang Chu’s behavior. The school only expelled him because we noticed he was on the wrong path. Take this as a warning!”
Seeing the messages in the group, Zhang Chu replied: “@Su Mingyue, a shameless tree will be felled, a shameless man is invincible!”
That sentence instantly ignited the group chat.
Su Mingyue, just out of the school’s blood vitality testing center, trembled with anger.
Meanwhile, Zhang Chu had already arrived at Kangming Pharmaceutical Factory in the Binzhou suburbs.
To call it a proper factory was a stretch—it was more like a village workshop, surrounded by reeking ditches.
They confiscated his ID upon entering the village.
Huang Lili was an old hand, well-acquainted with the people at Kangming.
She brought Zhang Chu in with just a nod.
Zhang Chu showed no concern for the filthy conditions, nor did he ask any questions—something that piqued Huang Lili’s curiosity.
She’d brought plenty of people here before, and they all asked if it was safe or up to standard.
Zhang Chu was the exception.
They were greeted by a fat man in his forties, whom Huang Lili called Brother Wang.
Wang Ba, the director of the factory, had a burly frame like a hired thug.
“Brother, we’re totally legit here. As long as you sign the waiver, you can try whatever you want.”
Wang Ba enthusiastically laid out the waiver.
In this world where spiritual energy had reawakened, pills were the key to breakthroughs and boosting blood vitality—an established industry.
As long as you had the credentials, you could set up a company to research blood vitality enhancers for nothing.
Kangming was one such factory.

Every year, dozens died here, but thanks to the waivers, they made a killing.
The lives of ordinary people were worth less than a martial artist’s dog.
“Brother Wang, I have only one request—large quantities.”
Zhang Chu smiled.
Wang Ba was overjoyed—what luck!
Coincidentally, they were in urgent need of human trials for a new “budget Vitality Pill,” and had been struggling to find test subjects for the extreme data.
“Brother, five bucks per pill, all you can eat!”
Wang Ba slapped his thigh and had Zhang Chu sign the trial agreement right away, then sent someone to take him to the testing workshop.
A cripple like Zhang Chu, even if he died, could just be tossed into a mass grave—no trouble at all.
Only upon arrival did Zhang Chu realize what “legitimate” really meant.
There was no clean room, no proper testing center.
Drug testing was done with a few simple machines hooked up to his pulse, operated by old men from the village, cigarettes dangling from their lips.
A plate piled high with red pills, each the size of a pinky tip, was set before him.
Seeing so many “budget Vitality Pills,” Zhang Chu rolled up his sleeves and dug in with a spoon.
This display—
Wang Ba and Huang Lili, watching on the office monitor, were both stunned: just how desperate was he, risking his life for a final payout to his family?
Pain twisted Zhang Chu’s face.
The stuff from this sweatshop was indeed hard to swallow, but if it meant he could get back on his feet sooner, he had to endure it.
After two spoonfuls, even the old men began applauding and cheering.
Everyone seemed to forget—these were drugs!
“Ding! Detected host has taken 10 budget Vitality Pills, blood vitality increased by 5!”
Damn!
Hearing the system’s voice, Zhang Chu was at a loss.
Just one semi-finished Essence Pill had increased his vitality by 5.
Now, 10 budget pills for the same effect—so each only gave 0.5.
The gap was massive.
Forget it!
Better than antibiotics.
Luckily, these budget pills were tiny—a spoonful held twenty at a time.
“Ding! Detected host has taken 20 budget Vitality Pills, blood vitality increased by 10!”
“Ding!”
“Ding…”
The system notifications in Zhang Chu’s mind were coming so fast they nearly smoked, yet still couldn’t keep pace with his pill-popping speed.
“Stop him, quick!”
In the office, Wang Ba, watching Zhang Chu eat like a madman, dashed straight to the workshop.
Huang Lili’s heart was pounding.
She’d gotten into this business to earn money for proper Vitality Pills, but she’d never had anyone die on her watch.
If Zhang Chu really died here, she’d feel guilty for life.

“He’s really out of his mind with poverty!”
Huang Lili hurried after Wang Ba to intervene.
“Brother, that’s enough!”
Wang Ba burst into the workshop, snatched the empty plate, and hid it behind his back: “Look, even if you’re broke, this isn’t the way. If you want to die, fine, but I can’t afford the loss!”
“Hic!”
Zhang Chu actually burped.
Huang Lili stood there, dumbfounded.
He really did eat his fill—there really was someone who could get full on drug trials.
“Boss Wang, to be honest, I can’t eat anymore.”
“I’ll come early tomorrow.”
Rubbing his swollen belly, Zhang Chu took a swig of mineral water and smiled.
“Brother, six bucks a pill. Just don’t come again tomorrow.”
Wang Ba quickly had someone tally things up—two hundred and twenty pills in total.
Before long, Zhang Chu was politely escorted out of the factory.
Looking at Zhang Chu rubbing his belly, Huang Lili’s eyes were full of guilt. “How about…I take you to the hospital to get your stomach pumped? Otherwise, you really might die.”
She didn’t dare mention her cut anymore, fearing retribution.
“Are there any other factories with big supplies?”
“If there are, come find me tomorrow.”
Zhang Chu simply left his address and took a cab away.
Staring at the name and address on the slip, Huang Lili muttered, “Zhang Chu? Could he be the Zhang Chu expelled from our engineering college?”
At this moment, Zhang Chu felt rich and powerful.
Two hundred and twenty pills—he’d made 1,320.
Add that to the 5,000 from the Essence Pill trial—
He’d made 6,320 in a single tearful day.
Hiring a cab home was nothing now.
More importantly, Zhang Chu could clearly feel nerves awakening in his limbs—he was close to standing up again.
Sitting in the back seat, he closed his eyes. With a thought, a blue panel appeared before him:
Name: Zhang Chu
Age: 21
Realm: None
New Vitality: 110
Total Vitality: 121.1
Illness: Late-stage ALS
Cure: Surpass 150 blood vitality (Martial Artist Level 1)
Gaining 110 vitality in one day—
Even the top genius at Binzhou University, Su Mingyue, could only kneel and call him “Daddy!”
“Brother, once I break through 150 tomorrow, I’ll go back to school and show all those fools who once looked down on me just how amazing the new Zhang Chu really is!”