Is this what a zombie is?

107. This streetlight is a real streetlight!

"I don't need to learn it completely, I just want to know the principles."

As a science student, Jiang Chen prefers to understand the principles first. Once you understand the principles, the rest is much simpler; it's just a matter of exploring and experimenting a few more times.

Although the snake demons were completely confused, they still started explaining it to each other all at once.

"It's all instinct, just like how you humans breathe."

"It mainly relies on spiritual power to guide it. If you want the bones to grow into a certain shape, you just use spiritual power to break them into that shape."

"Yes, yes, it's okay if it breaks, it will grow back anyway, it just hurts a lot when it breaks."

Their explanations were fragmented and unscientific.

However, it was still very rewarding for Jiang Chen; to put it bluntly, it was almost like plastic surgery.

Cosmetic surgery simply involves cutting and removing or filling in substances to complete the transformation.

They changed things through their own strength, spirit, and will.

After understanding the principle, Jiang Chen had an idea: he wanted to undergo a hardcore physical plastic surgery.

He wanted to personally sculpt a completely new face for himself.

Having made up his mind, Jiang Chen went into the staff restroom.

Jiang Chen stood in front of the sink, looked up, and gazed at herself in the mirror.

He imprinted his face deeply into his mind, because what he was going to do next was to sculpt a new face for himself. If he forgot his original face, he would never be able to restore it.

Jiang Chen took a deep breath and stretched out his ten fingers to hold the contours of his face.

Click!

The first crisp sound came from his jawbone; the sharply defined jawline had been broken off by his own hands.

And this is just the beginning.

Click!

Click!

Cheekbones, bridge of the nose, brow bones...

Jiang Chen had almost completely altered the bones in his face; the crisp sound of bones breaking echoed repeatedly in the quiet bathroom.

A small problem arose during this time: his body now possesses an extremely strong self-healing and regeneration ability, and it began to heal and regenerate itself when he broke his bones.

With no other option, Jiang Chen had to knead it again, repeatedly crushing it several times before he gradually got used to the speed of this self-healing and regeneration ability.

He gradually sculpted the face into the mediocre image in his mind.

It took nearly six hours, almost like undergoing a high-intensity surgery.

The final result is that the originally stunning jawline becomes rounded.

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The once high and straight bridge of his nose has become somewhat flat, giving him a rosacea-like appearance.

The deep-set eyes also became smoother.

They combined to form a completely new, unfamiliar, and unremarkable face.

Looking at his face in the mirror, Jiang Chen smiled with satisfaction, though he felt a little ugly when he smiled.

It looks okay when it's not smiling, but it looks ugly when it smiles, and I'm not very satisfied with it.

Oh well, so what if I'm ugly? It's less troublesome to be disliked than to be liked.

He was too lazy to continue struggling and rinsed the blood and sweat off his face with cold water.

After moving his newly developed facial muscles to make sure there were no flaws, he pushed open the bathroom door.

He walked back to the bar without any expression.

The gluttonous man, who was mixing drinks, and the mirage, who was sitting on the side watching the commotion, both looked up at him at the same time.

Then, both of them were stunned.

They stared at the completely unfamiliar face for a full three seconds before recognizing him as Jiang Chen from those familiar eyes.

The mirage opened its mouth, as if to speak but then stopped, seemingly organizing its thoughts.

"Why did you change your face to something so... ordinary?"

Shen didn't directly say it was ugly, which was considered considerate of Jiang Chen's feelings.

"This way of keeping a low profile and avoiding trouble."

"You should ask me for advice on character customization. I've customized countless characters."

As if she had found a fun toy, Shen reached out and pinched Jiang Chen's face while talking.

"Here, let me make one for you."

"Thank you, but no need!"

Jiang Chen didn't want to create an AI face, so he retreated repeatedly.

……

Eight months passed quickly.

Time is a wondrous thing; it can heal wounds and transform a person completely.

It seems that given enough time, all pain can be healed.

They say gold shines wherever it is.

Every genius, while not necessarily becoming a prominent figure, can still thrive as long as they can utilize their talents.

In less than a year, Jiang Chen had established himself in the bar and even rose to become the operations manager, significantly increasing the bar's revenue.

The manager's office is on the second floor of the bar.

Jiang Chen checked the bills in his hand, entering each transaction and expense into the computer with practiced ease.

Looking at the flowing water in the tent, Jiang Chen couldn't help but shake his head.

"I shouldn't have studied medicine. I should have taken the accounting exam or just worked for Ai Yi."

He had a very fulfilling eight months.

During the day, he studied hard, frantically absorbing knowledge to understand this unknown world.

Although it's another world, it also has its own rules of operation.

Whether you want to live a long life or a good life, you have to understand and adapt to the rules, and know yourself and your enemy.

Through learning, one can also gain a better and deeper understanding of oneself, this body that is becoming less and less human.

At night, he is the manager of this "Millennial Promise" bar.

From a rookie waiter who was harassed by rich women while carrying dishes, to a business manager who is now a man of his word and can make all sorts of monsters in the room obey him, Jiang Chen only took three months.

He didn't rely on the influence of the powerful figure, but rather on his own intelligence and skill, which allowed him to more than triple the bar's revenue in eight months, thus securing his position as manager.

Of course, the salary remains unchanged at three thousand.

Shen was happy to see this happen, so she dumped all the chores on him, changed her face and body, and sat in the most conspicuous spot at the bar, enjoying the treatment of being the center of attention.

Jiang Chen doesn't like to rely on her looks for a living, but she enjoys it very much. However, this has become a signature feature, or rather a characteristic, of the bar.

"Done."

Jiang Chen finished organizing and filing the last report, stretched, and got up to begin his routine inspection before opening each night.

As soon as I stepped into the back alley, a familiar, pungent smell filled my nostrils.

Jiang Chen frowned and, sure enough, saw Xiao Huang raising one leg in front of a newly replaced solar street light.

"Little Yellow"

Xiao Huang was so startled that he almost lost his balance and his pants were halfway up.

"Lord Jiang Chen..."

"When you're at work, you should be addressed by your job title. What are you doing?"

"Manager Jiang, I'm looking at these newly installed streetlights. They really are streetlights."

Jiang Chen strode forward and kicked him in the butt in an annoyed manner.

"I've told you so many times, go to the restroom to pee. This streetlight is solar-powered. If it leaks electricity, you'll be electrocuted. I'll dock your pay for not practicing good personal hygiene."

"Woof..." Little Yellow hung its head, sheepishly pulled up its pants, and ran away with its tail between its legs. As a purebred Chinese rural dog, marking its territory with pillars was its instinct.