Lu Wenwu certainly wouldn't be like those "my fate is controlled by me, not by the heavens" fools, who feel the need to violently resist just because someone is in charge, ending up even lonelier than a solitary soul.
He still had quite a good impression of the official organization that had protected Huaxia civilization on this planet after the reorganization.
"Ah!"
As soon as Lu Wenwu opened the door, the female staff member was frightened out of her wits by a flash of yellow lightning.
It was the lively Mao Mao.
Sure, golden retrievers are cute, but when a golden retriever with an agility of 31 points rushes at you, it feels like a tiger descending the mountain—something even this trained staff member couldn't handle.
After all, a more than two-meter-high yard wall seemed like flat ground in front of it.
"Mao Mao!"
Lu Wenwu followed closely and leaped out, immediately calling in a low voice.
Mao Mao instantly halted and obediently looked back with a feigned grievance.
The three startled staff members were now dumbfounded, looking at Mao Mao with shock in their eyes.
Such terrifying speed—even many D+ level Transcendents might not possess it!
Lu Wenwu pulled Mao Mao back by the scruff of its neck, apologetically saying, "Sorry, you three, I just allocated some attribute points to Mao Mao, and it's still getting used to it. It just wants to play with you; it means no harm."
"Woof wooooo!"
Mao Mao sat down with a whimper, vigorously nodding its head, proving its owner was right.
Attribute points?
It?
The staff members were utterly bewildered.
One of them wanted to ask what was going on, but ultimately swallowed their words.
It's quite disrespectful to pry into others' privacy and secrets.
"Sorry, Mr. Lu, we were overreacting."
The leading man slightly bowed and then revealed a faint smile, pointing to his badge on his chest.
"Hello, Mr. Lu, we are with the Player Administration Bureau. My name is Liu Ming, but you can call me Xiaoliu. If you have doubts about our identity, you can scan the code to verify."
"Mr. Liu."
Lu Wenwu proactively reached out to shake hands with him.
That they were familiar with some information wasn't surprising; just compare records with live broadcast footage.
As for identity, you could tell they were official from the license plate.
"Here to rush me to move already? Your efficiency is amazing, but I haven't had time to find a house yet..."
"Mr. Lu, as you say, we have already arranged everything. You just need to move in with your bags. Your old residence will be kept for you, so you don't have to worry about a thing," Liu Ming said with a chuckle. "With your contributions to the Divine Continent, you deserve to enjoy the highest level of special treatment."
Lu Wenwu scratched his head, not expecting such good fortune.
"What about the stuff at my house..."
Liu Ming gestured with his hand, indicating he look at the truck and group of strong men behind him.
"Don't worry, we will categorize and pack everything for you, and by the afternoon, it will be delivered to your new place and set up, ensuring not even a needle is missing. Just take what you need immediately."
"That sounds great."
Lu Wenwu gladly accepted, went inside to pick up the still-sleeping Xiaobao, and put the charger and some pet supplies in his personal backpack, then got into the vehicle prepared by the officials.
It's been fifty years since the Contaminated Area descended, bringing immense pain to humanity, but also countless wondrous powers.
There's a cultivation system, and even technology beyond human comprehension.
Just like the hovering car they're in now.
In just over half an hour, Lu Wenwu arrived at his new home over a hundred kilometers away—a villa complex.
It's the kind where you talk and laugh with literati and have no dealings with common folk.
When he swept around with the Eye of Insight, ninety-nine of the hundred residents here were A-level or above, with the remaining one being himself.
Standing in the elegantly furnished villa living room, looking at the prepared pet gear, luxury furniture, and living supplies—there was even a new egg pancake cart—Lu Wenwu wore a strange expression.
"Are you sure I'm in the right place? In this vast villa complex, am I the only newbie who just completed the beginner's task? Does that make sense?"
"It certainly makes sense; it's specially arranged for you by the higher-ups. Just stay here peacefully. Utilities are free, and cleaning robots handle the housekeeping," Liu Ming said with a chuckle. "If I'm not martyred or become a player, I am your dedicated liaison officer. Call me anytime; I'm available 24/7."
"It feels like the higher-ups are overvaluing me," Lu Wenwu shrugged.
Liu Ming couldn't help but laugh: "You received an [Unbelievable] rating. Just this wave of instance rewards can elevate our national strength and stability to the next level. No amount of special treatment or rewarding is too much."
"Some other rewards sent down from above are on the coffee table in the living room, along with some documents and access codes. Feel free to check them yourself. If there's nothing else, I'll go help with your move now."
"Thank you."
After sending off Liu Ming, Lu Wenwu still felt a bit unreal.
After all, in most web novel developments, emerging novices either get oppressed by the upper echelons, get envied by petty people, or get targeted by competitors.
Genuinely getting support is quite rare.
In comparison, the carefree Mao Mao and the aloof Xiaobao were much more adaptable than he was.
The former was frolicking in the new yard, while the latter had adeptly found a cat tower to climb up and continue sleeping.
"Forget it, since I've arrived, I should make myself comfortable and stop being so suspicious."
A moment later, Lu Wenwu decided to stop pondering unnecessary things.
He might as well see what else the higher-ups had given him, besides a bunch of Yuan rewards.
Refusing is out of the question.
Could there really be someone in an apocalyptic world, while destitute, who would refuse the country's support and goodwill just for the sake of not owing favors?
Could there be?
Could there really be such pretentious fools?
Lu Wenwu raised his hand to open a finely crafted wooden box, inside which were four porcelain bottles.
There were ten Low-level Healing Pills for treating minor injuries, five Mid-level Healing Pills for stronger effects, and three High-level Healing Pills capable of regenerating severed limbs.
There was even a Top-grade Healing Pill capable of healing heart injuries.
Although Lu Wenwu already had three of them, no one can have too many of these life-saving items.
Besides that, there was a [Basic] level [Firearms Mastery] Skill Book.
Two [Advanced] level Skill Books.
Namely, [Military Martial Arts] to passively enhance overall combat capabilities, and [Shadow Step], an active skill capable of both attack and retreat.
Both belong to the versatile type, with no fixed inclination.
Obviously, these three Skill Books were meticulously selected to avoid affecting Lu Wenwu's path.
[Firearms Mastery] is also passive, enabling Lu Wenwu to quickly grasp the basics of using hot weapons.
[Military Martial Arts] for enhancing overall quality.
[Shadow Step] integrates both offense and retreat.
In terms of equipment, they also provided a rather versatile piece of armor.
This was a slim-fitting suit entirely black, with plenty of matte-textured armor plates embedded on the surface, and they also sent matching combat boots.
[Name: Combat Armor]
[Quality: Rare]
[Type: Armor]
[Defense: Barrier]
[Throttle: Your Energy and physical stamina consumption when using skills is reduced by 10%]
[Body Protection: Your injuries will slowly recover over time]
[Introduction: Combat Armor specially designed for Low-tier Cultivators, combining the advantages of armor and traditional Magical Robe, offering great versatility]
[Note: Defense levels from low to high are: Ordinary, Powerful, Barrier, Celestial Chasm, Immortal, Eternal]