Whole School Transmigrated: I Have 3 Daily Intel

Chapter 28: Chapter 26: The Weightlifting Club, We’ve Been Nerfed?

The four, along with the unconscious young man, were swept into the deep water. The other members of the Fishing Club didn’t have time to rescue them.

The Giant Catfish swallowed them in a single gulp, then swiftly vanished beneath the surface as crimson blood bloomed in the water...

A short while later, it surged out of the water again, trying to create an even bigger wave to drag the remaining people in as well.

The others weren’t fools. They knew they had completely underestimated the Giant Catfish’s abilities; the water was even more dangerous than the shore.

They scrambled ashore in a panic, snatching up their fishing rods and tackle boxes to join the fleeing crowd.

Between the riverbank and the jungle lay a wide, open expanse. Other than the wetland plants thriving in the moist ground, there wasn’t a shred of cover.

Countless students were scattering in every direction like headless flies, making them nothing but live targets.

This made it effortless for the Blood-tooth Python and the Stone Claw Eagle to snatch up their "prey."

But you couldn’t blame most of the students for not being quick-witted enough; they simply had no idea where to run.

In their eyes, a twenty-to-thirty-meter-long Blood Python blocked the way to the jungle, a Giant Eagle blotted out the sky above, and in the river lurked the hill-sized, man-eating Giant Catfish.

On top of that, the tangled wetland plants obscured the terrain. There were hidden pits and mounds everywhere, making running far from easy—in fact, it was exhausting.

The slightest misstep could send someone tripping over plant roots or losing their balance in an unseen hole.

Except for the few who had fled early, most students could only try to circle around to a safer spot to duck into the jungle, which wasted a great deal of time.

And this window of time, as they fled, became the three giant beasts’ prime hunting opportunity.

One by one, students died horribly in the claws of the Giant Eagle and the maw of the Blood Python.

Fortunately, the students who died also bought time for others to escape. More and more students managed to make it around to the other side and disappear into the jungle...

...

Chen Chong and his three companions were completely exhausted after hauling back the moose meat.

Even though they felt like their bodies were about to fall apart, they forced themselves through their fatigue to make one more trip back to their dorm room. They brought over their bedsheets, comforters, the food from their cabinets, and various daily necessities.

With that, they had officially bid farewell to dorm life, completing the final step of their move.

Just then, the security guard came knocking on the door. Chen Chong went out to meet him.

"My friend, I brought the things you asked for."

Beside the security guard were two middle-aged men, probably also teachers or guards. The three of them were carrying quite a lot of stuff.

Ten bags of table salt, two bottles of vegetable oil, a stew pot, five large plastic basins, an electronic scale, ten batteries, two flashlights, twenty candles, and so on...

These were all the items Chen Chong had mentioned to him during the day, and they were what they needed most right now.

Besides its use as a normal seasoning, salt was a crucial ingredient for curing meat. Otherwise, with so much fresh moose meat, it would spoil in less than two days.

Chen Chong and Xu Jun had some, but with only half a bag left, it wasn’t nearly enough. They had to trade for more from others.

The vegetable oil and stew pot were, needless to say, essential for cooking.

The plastic basins were to be used as containers for curing the meat. After that, they could be used for washing clothes or storing things.

The other items were also quite scarce at the moment...

"You guys actually had a spare electronic scale?" Chen Chong was a little surprised. He had only mentioned it in passing, not expecting the guard to actually produce one.

The security guard chuckled. "We have a lot of these things. Some academic departments need to keep them on hand. Even if you hadn’t asked me, you could’ve found one easily. Don’t worry about trading meat for this one; consider it a gift."

"So generous?" Chen Chong was surprised again.

The security guard waved it off. "You were generous enough to throw in an extra two pounds of meat earlier today. A common electronic scale is nothing."

"But be aware, while scales are common at our school, the batteries for them are a scarce commodity. I can only give you two for free. You’ll have to trade for the other ten I brought."

"Of course." Chen Chong had no objection. He checked the items and said, "We’ll trade according to the terms we agreed on today, then?"

"That’s right." The security guard nodded.

"Wang Biao, cut off fifteen pounds of meat." Once he confirmed everything was in order, Chen Chong called into the room.

Trading fifteen pounds of meat for all these things was a great deal.

The pot, plastic basins, flashlights, and candles weren’t the expensive part. The real valuables were the vegetable oil and salt.

As items that couldn’t be produced for the time being and dwindled with every use, their value was self-evident.

This was especially true for salt. It’s an essential nutrient for the human body. Without a long-term supply, one would suffer from edema, weakness in the limbs, and digestive problems.

Acquiring it was about far more than just seasoning and curing meat.

Chen Chong even felt that trading fifteen pounds of meat for just the ten bags of salt would have been an extremely worthwhile deal.

Not to mention all the other bonus items.

When they had made the deal, Chen Chong even suspected the security guard didn’t fully grasp the importance of salt.

’Or perhaps,’ he thought, ’their group of teachers and guards has a huge stockpile of salt, which is why they dare to trade it like this...’

A moment later, Wang Biao brought out a large slab of moose meat. He weighed it with the newly acquired electronic scale: it was just over fifteen pounds, almost sixteen.

"This is good. You can have the extra, it’s almost a pound."

The security guard and the two men behind him were beaming.

"Oh, thank you so much, young man! It’s a real pleasure doing business with you."

"Alright, if you need anything else in the future, come find me. As long as I have it, we can make a trade."

"Sounds good." After the three men left, Chen Chong and Wang Biao moved the items inside and closed the door.

After a long day of hard work, the four of them had no energy left to process the meat.

After making their beds, they washed up in the bathroom with the water and soap they had brought, then prepared to rest.

Although the days in this new world were scorching, the nights were relatively cool. The moose meat wouldn’t spoil if left out for one night.

There were three bedrooms. Chen Chong took the master bedroom, Xu Jun took one of the secondary bedrooms, and Wang Biao and Jia Wen shared the last one.

And so, the four of them fell into a deep sleep, completely unaware of the chaos unfolding outside...

...

BANG!

The sound of a fist slamming on a table rang out. A burly man in a white shirt, his muscles grotesquely large, shot to his feet, his face a mask of fury and disbelief.

"What did you say?"

"Seven members of our Pumping Iron Club are dead?"

Standing opposite him was a young man. Unlike the others in the room, his face was pale and streaked with tears, and his body was covered in mud, cutting a pathetic figure.

"Brother Qiang, that’s not even the worst of it. The student council lost about ten people, and the Fishing Club had it even worse. Their whole club was there—dozens of them. I’d guess a third of them are dead."

"Conservatively, at least seventy or eighty of the people who went to the riverbank were killed by those three monsters. If I hadn’t run fast enough, you probably wouldn’t be seeing me right now..."

As the young man finished speaking, the burly youth known as Brother Qiang was stunned into silence.

The expressions on the faces of the other twenty-plus people in the room flickered between fear, numbness, and disbelief.

The "Pumping Iron Club" was actually officially named the Fitness Club; the other name was just a catchy nickname.

Brother Qiang’s muscles weren’t the biggest in the entire club. As for why he was the one sitting in the president’s chair...

...it was because he controlled the entire club’s supply of protein powder.

For people who worked out, protein powder was as essential to them as fishing rods were to anglers—an indispensable part of life.

For the sake of protein powder, every member of the club listened to him.

As the group of people at school who loved pumping iron the most, the club members worked out every day, and every one of them was grotesquely muscular.

It was precisely with these hulking physiques that they could stand against the nearly one hundred members of the student council and intimidate the entire school.

But now, losing seven people in one go... for a club with only about thirty members in total, it was a devastating blow.

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