I'm Still Too Weak with Sss Talent at the Start

Of course, the wait is worth it.

The iron blocks that have been forged in the furnace are much purer than the boiling water extraction method that he used before.

Used to sharpen tools, durability and sharpness will be improved.

The enchanting tool Tang Zheng exchanged this morning was for iron tools.

It is still a bit of a waste to use it on Xuanwu tools. After all, the probability of refreshing is too low, and the probability of 1 will only be generated in the store.

"Ah~ heh~" Tang Zheng yawned a lot, feeling sleepy.

I usually go to bed at this point.

Tired every day like a dead dog, he almost fell asleep on the bed.

But today Tang Zheng had to wait until the iron blocks were refined, and then throw the materials for the stone man puppet into the crafting table before he could sleep.

A high-quality item should take close to a day's synthesis time, so Tang Zheng didn't want to waste the eight hours of sleep.

Looking at Xiao Ye who was lying beside him and wagging his tail leisurely, Tang Zheng regained a little energy.

Reaching out and stroking its soft hair, he smiled lightly.

"Xiao Ye, do you miss home?"

At night, it is inevitable that people will be mentally fragile.

Especially when alone.

"Meow?" Xiao Ye tilted his head and let out a suspicious cry.

Felines have no concept of home. As natural predators in the wild, they always kill wherever they go.

Make yourself a nest at most.

But apart from himself, there are almost no other family members.

People always think that dogs are more human than cats, that dogs are obedient and obey commands.

No matter how long a cat is raised, it is a white-eyed wolf.

Think about it now.

Tang Zheng felt that it was just because cats have become accustomed to the loneliness of being a hunter for millions of years.

"I do miss my grandma a bit, alas." Tang Zheng sighed softly, resting his hands behind his head, looking at the firelight reflected on the wood on the ceiling.

He hadn't seen his parents since he was born. He heard that his mother ran away with someone, and his father was so drunk that he didn't wake up.

Tang Zheng was brought up by his grandmother.

But just a few years ago, he also passed away due to a serious illness.

So far, Tang Zheng has become alone in this world.

But because he gave birth to a rather handsome face and started working after graduating from school, it is not that there are no girls who have secretly promised him.

The company's new intern girl, twenty years old, is pretty and lovely.

Due to the nature of their work, the two had a lot of contact, and Tang Zheng patiently taught them several times.

As a result, the girl fell in love with him inexplicably.

He had said it several times, both overtly and secretly, and he almost didn't rush up to hold his hand, instead of burying his head directly in his arms.

As long as he nods his head, he can immediately have multiple beautiful and lovely girlfriends, and at least someone will take care of him when he is sick.

Tang Zheng was still like a piece of wood, and said the most straight man's words with the calmest expression.

In fact, Tang Zheng did not understand.

Just don't want to.

Whether it's a mother or a grandmother.

Sooner or later, they will all leave.

Tang Zheng gradually lost his sense of security and trust in women.

Tang Zheng felt that maybe he was like a cat, born alone.

also enjoy loneliness.

When it was first transferred to this world.

Most of the people fell into panic, and hysterical screams and cries resounded in every corner of the other world.

But Tang Zheng felt as if he was an outsider. After only a brief period of unease, he quickly adapted to this primitive world of the weak.

And to this day, he lives better than everyone else.

Although part of this is the blessing of SSS-level talent, more is also due to his calm thinking after he is used to loneliness.

"Strive to become a better hunter, me too, and so do you. After all, in this place, no one will sympathize with you because of your weakness." Tang Zheng pulled his thoughts away from his memories, and reached out and scratched Xiaoye's jaw.

It seems to be enjoying it, and it seems to understand Tang Zheng's words.

He let out a soft meow, as if to signify approval.