254: Chapter 254 I Can Increase Survival Rate

He pointed toward Lin Fan, who was slowly walking over.

The scarred officer took the badge and inspected it carefully. After confirming its authenticity, his expression softened slightly, though the doubt in his eyes only deepened.

"Minister Lin, I am Chen Feng, the commander of the Third Defense Sector of the Seventh War Zone."

Chen Feng returned the badge to Hou San and stared at Lin Fan with a sharp gaze.

"Even if you are a special commissioner from the Military Department, setting up facilities in a war zone requires reporting to the Command Center."

"Furthermore, this is a War Intelligence Briefing Point, critical to the transmission of information across the entire defensive line. You're setting up a stall here... what exactly are you trying to do?"

He tried his best to restrain his tone, but anyone could hear the dissatisfaction and confusion within.

In Chen Feng's view, this was simply preposterous.

Thousands were killed or wounded on the front lines every day, and the defensive line could collapse at any moment. At a time like this, someone actually came here to set up a stall and sell things?

Wasn't this treating the soldiers' lives like a joke?

Lin Fan walked to the stall and reached out to touch the banner Hou San had just hung up.

The large characters on it, 'Take a Gamble, Turn a Bicycle into a Motorcycle,' flapped loudly in the wind.

"Commander Chen, let me ask you a question."

Lin Fan turned around and adjusted his glasses, his tone calm.

"If there were a batch of supplies right now that could increase your soldiers' chances of surviving the battlefield by thirty percent, but required them to trade their entire net worth for it, would they do it?"

Chen Feng was stunned for a moment, then sneered.

"Minister Lin, such a hypothesis is meaningless. Where would such a divine item come from on the battlefield? Even if it existed, it would have been centrally allocated by the Logistics Department long ago; it wouldn't be for individual soldiers to purchase."

"And look at these soldiers."

He pointed at the blood-covered wounded in the square, his voice carrying suppressed anger.

"How much is their monthly allowance? After a single battle, how many are even left alive to collect it?"

"You want them to trade their entire net worth for something? Where would they get any net worth?"

Chen Feng's words resonated with the surrounding soldiers.

Many of the wounded looked up, a hint of mockery flashing in their numb eyes.

Indeed, for those of them risking their lives on the front lines, their lives weren't even worth much. Where would they get any net worth?

Lin Fan didn't argue. He simply pulled a metal box about half a meter square from his system space.

The box was pitch black, its surface engraved with complex formation patterns.

He placed the box on the stall's counter and lightly pressed the latch on the lid.

*Click.*

The lid popped open.

In the next second, spiritual energy so dense it almost solidified gushed out from the box, instantly enveloping the entire stall.

That spiritual energy was terrifyingly pure, carrying a vitality that made one's very soul tremble.

Every wounded soldier in the square subconsciously took a deep breath.

Under the nourishment of this spiritual energy, the bleeding wounds on their bodies actually began to heal at a visible rate!

"This... what is this?"

A veteran who had lost an arm struggled to sit up, staring intently at the box.

The light of something called hope was rekindled in his eyes.

Chen Feng was also stunned.

As a Grandmaster Level martial artist, he could clearly sense that the quality of the spiritual energy emanating from that box had reached the level of A-rank resources!

And the quantity was enormous!

Lin Fan took a palm-sized blind box from the chest.

The blind box was dark gold, with a faint fluorescence flowing over its surface, and a complex sealing formation printed on the lid.

"This is the 'Battlefield Special Edition Blind Box' recently developed by the Military Department."

Lin Fan held the blind box in his palm, his voice carrying clearly across the entire square.

"Inside are encapsulated essences extracted from high-level alien races, as well as top-tier potions and equipment specially supplied by the Logistics Department."

"The opener has a certain probability of obtaining loot ranging from B-rank to A-rank."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the soldiers who were gradually gathering around.

"It could be a Regeneration Potion that can regrow your severed limbs."

"It could be a protective talisman capable of withstanding a full-strength strike from a Grandmaster."

"Or it could be a burst-type pill that allows you to temporarily break through a minor realm."

With every sentence he spoke, the soldiers' breathing grew more hurried.

When Lin Fan mentioned 'regrowing severed limbs,' tears instantly streamed down the face of the one-armed veteran.

"Officer... this blind box... how much is it?"

The veteran's voice trembled, carrying a nearly humble longing.

Lin Fan glanced at him and pushed up his glasses.

"Use first, pay later. Refund if ineffective."

"If the item you pull is useful to you, pay twenty percent off the market price. If it's useless, or if the value of the item is lower than your psychological expectation, you can return it unconditionally."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire square fell silent.

Even Chen Feng's eyes widened as he looked at Lin Fan in disbelief.

Use first, pay later?

Refund if ineffective?

Selling such things on the battlefield?

This was no longer a commercial act; this was practically doing charity!

No, it was even crazier than charity!

Because charitable organizations wouldn't take out A-rank resources for a free trial!

"Minister Lin, you... you're not joking, are you?"

Chen Feng's voice was a bit dry.

He knew the value of these blind boxes all too well.

If they truly contained A-rank resources as Lin Fan said, the market price for a single blind box would start at least at eight million!

Letting these soldiers use them first and pay later?

What if someone opened a blind box and just ran off?

What if someone deliberately said it was useless?

Lin Fan seemed to see through Chen Feng's thoughts. He smiled, his tone carrying an unquestionable confidence.

"Commander Chen, since I dare to bring them out, I'm not afraid of anyone defaulting."

"In the rules of Myriad Treasures Pavilion, integrity is the only passport."

"As for those who dare to default..."

His gaze swept across the crowd, his S-rank True Sight Eye flickering slightly.

"I will personally turn them into a blind box and hang them on the stall as a sign."

He spoke nonchalantly, but the killing intent contained within made everyone who heard it shudder.

The one-armed veteran gritted his teeth and struggled to pull a blood-stained wallet from his chest.

He fished out all his savings—a few crumpled bills, totaling less than a thousand bucks.

"Officer... I only have this much... is it enough?"

The veteran's voice was filled with despair.

He knew this bit of money wasn't even enough for a fraction of the blind box's cost.

Lin Fan looked at the blood-stained bills and remained silent for two seconds.

Then he reached into the chest, took out a blind box, and stuffed it into the veteran's hand.

"This one is on the house."

The veteran was stunned.

The surrounding soldiers were also stunned.

Even Chen Feng's mouth hung open, not knowing what to say.

"Of... Officer... this..."

The veteran's hands were shaking; he couldn't believe this was real.

Lin Fan patted him on the shoulder.

"You are someone who has shed blood for this defensive line. The first blind box is free."

"But if you pull something good, remember to help promote Myriad Treasures Pavilion."

The veteran's eyes instantly turned red.

He gripped the blind box tightly, as if clutching his last lifeline.

"Thank you... thank you, Officer..."

His voice choked up as he used his only remaining hand to tremblingly tear open the seal of the blind box.