Chapter 1: Corpse Carrier, Getting Stronger by Picking Up Attributes!

Time: 230 BC!

Location: The border between Qin and Han!

The entire border was a scene of carnage. Everywhere lay broken swords, arrows embedded in the earth, shattered chariots, and thousands upon thousands of corpses that had lost their breath.

Blood stained the earth red.

The ruins were a scene of extreme gore.

"Zhao Feng."

"Why are you working so hard to carry these corpses, kid?"

"You're acting like you've found a treasure. If you like carrying them so much, I'll leave this whole area to you."

A soldier dressed in Qin army attire said to a soldier who was working diligently to carry corpses.

As the words fell, the surrounding soldiers all burst into laughter.

"Hundred-man commander, you’re not wrong."

"This kid really is a natural at carrying corpses."

"His speed at carrying them is worth ten men."

The surrounding soldiers laughed.

In battlefield engagements, the Qin elite soldiers were the ones who conquered and killed.

Cleaning the battlefield, however, was the job of specialized soldiers. These soldiers, known as "corpse-carriers," belonged to the logistics corps.

Each of them had their faces covered with black cloth, presumably to block the stench.

Their duty on the battlefield was to clear the corpses and bury them to prevent the spread of disease.

Looking at the gaze of the other soldiers, a young man with his face covered in black cloth was working hard to carry the bodies. He would pick one up, quickly place it on the cart, and then run back to grab another.

He didn't care at all about their teasing.

"What do you guys know?"

"I'm picking up money while getting stronger at the same time," Zhao Feng thought to himself with hidden joy.

Every time he touched a corpse, he would randomly pick up various attributes.

As Zhao Feng touched another Han soldier's corpse

"Touched a common Han soldier's corpse, successfully picked up 1 point of Strength."

A notification panel appeared before Zhao Feng's eyes.

Then, Zhao Feng quickly carried the corpse, placed it on the ox cart with ease, and ran back for more.

Once it was full, he would pull it away to be buried.

"Speed it up. I've picked up over forty points of Strength today. If one point of Strength represents one jin, I've gained over forty jin of strength in just half a day."

"Comforting."

Every time he picked up a point of Strength, Zhao Feng could clearly feel his power growing.

The sensation of increasing strength made him feel incredibly satisfied.

"Successfully picked up 1 point of Speed."

"Successfully picked up 1 point of Lifespan."

"Successfully picked up 1 point of Physique."

Zhao Feng continued to carry the corpses, and soon, the ox cart was piled high.

They were all dead Han soldiers.

As for the corpses of the Qin elite soldiers, they could not be treated so carelessly; they had to be laid out neatly and buried one by one.

That was the difference between friend and foe.

Zhao Feng had been carrying corpses at this border for two days, so he was naturally familiar with the routine.

Once the ox cart was full, Zhao Feng called out to his immediate superior: "Hundred-man commander, I’m going to deliver these corpses."

"Go, go, go."

"You really are fast, kid."

"Don't push yourself so hard. We're perfectly safe here; rest if you're tired, there's no rush," Wei Quan said, waving his hand with a hint of concern.

"Understood."

Zhao Feng replied with a smile.

He then led the ox cart toward the burial site.

On the way, Zhao Feng opened his attribute panel.

Host: Zhao Feng Age: 15 Strength: 256 (The higher the strength, the more power can be exerted.) Speed: 188 (The higher the number, the faster the speed.) Physique: 167 (The higher the physique, the faster injuries heal and the more inexhaustible the stamina.) Spirit: 166 (The higher the spirit, the clearer the mind and thoughts; when increased to a certain level, one can sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.) Lifespan: 86 years and 32 days Portable Space: 1 cubic meter

It was clear that these thirty-two days were what Zhao Feng had picked up over the past few days.

Initially, Zhao Feng's starting attributes were all around one hundred—normal human levels—but in just three days, Zhao Feng had seen an explosive increase in his attributes through corpse-picking.

"It's only been three days of carrying corpses, and setting everything else aside, just the fact that my lifespan has increased by thirty-two days is exciting."

"Corpse-carrying soldiers, what a great unit."

"No need to charge into battle, just clean up the field."

"I really came to the right place."

"If I keep carrying corpses and picking up attributes, could I become immortal?"

"And if I keep picking them up, what will happen when my Strength and other attributes all exceed 1000?"

Zhao Feng was full of anticipation for the future.

The corpse-carrying unit was the one most despised by the elite soldiers who yearned to kill the enemy and earn merit.

As a commoner within the Qin state and a young man over the age of fourteen, Zhao Feng had no way to defy the government's conscription order. Defiance meant imprisonment, or perhaps being demoted to a forced laborer sent to the northern frontier to build the Great Wall, which would also implicate his family.

To avoid prison and to keep his mother and sister from being implicated, he had no choice.

Four months ago, Zhao Feng arrived at the Lantian Military Camp. After a month of recruit training, he was assigned to the logistics battalion, with the duty of cleaning the battlefield—also known as a corpse-carrier.

Carrying corpses?

His first feeling was that it was bad luck.

At first, Zhao Feng was very reluctant, but when he realized he wouldn't have to face the front lines and could survive, he grew to love it.

As a transmigrator from a later era, Zhao Feng knew deeply how cruel this era was. This point in time was the beginning of Qin's conquest of the six states. In this war to swallow the six states and unify the Divine Land, no one knew how many people had died on the battlefield, nor how many had died due to the chaos of war.

Zhao Feng didn't have grand ambitions of gaining titles or wealth; he only wanted to serve his two years in the military and go home.

To take care of his mother and sister.

He couldn't forget the worried looks in their eyes when he was conscripted. If he died on the battlefield, how would they bear it?

So, to survive and stay off the front lines, Zhao Feng didn't try to stand out, nor did he show off any great combat prowess. That was exactly why he was assigned to the logistics battalion.

But after he touched a corpse and activated the attribute-picking panel, Zhao Feng immediately felt it was incredibly rewarding.

A corpse-carrying soldier could not only survive but also pick up attributes to get stronger—this was perfect for him!

Feeling his strength growing and sensing the transformation of his body as his attributes increased, Zhao Feng knew clearly that all of this was his.

Returning to his thoughts, Zhao Feng pulled the ox cart for about the time it takes to burn a stick of incense before arriving at a massive burial site.

All around, logistics soldiers were digging pits; there were at least a thousand people digging.

This time, the Qin army of one hundred thousand had attacked Han, and the border battle had been extremely brutal. The casualties inflicted on the Han border guards were imaginable.

Zhao Feng had been cleaning up in this logistics battalion for three days, but judging by the current state of the battlefield, it would be after nightfall today before the corpses could be completely buried.

"Kid Zhao Feng, it's you again."

"This is your fourth cart today."

"Impressive."

Seeing Zhao Feng pulling the ox cart piled with Han soldiers, the soldiers digging the pits laughed.

"Keep digging, brothers. This cart is for you."

"I can't afford to waste time."

Zhao Feng smiled, grabbed an empty ox cart from the side, and headed back toward the battlefield.

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