My Professions Have Too Much Personality - Chapter 112 - 100: 50% Ability Fusion

Chapter 112: Chapter 100: 50% Ability Fusion

“Just drop me off up ahead,” Su Chen said suddenly.

The driver had no objection, pulling out of the lane and gradually landing by the roadside. Though night had fallen, the streetlights were bright and there were still quite a few pedestrians on the street.

Su Chen waited by the road for a long time before his eyes finally lit up. He quickly rushed toward a silver-haired old woman nearby, calling out enthusiastically, “Ma’am…”

As the completely white-haired yet hale and hearty old woman stared at him, dumbfounded, Su Chen helped her slowly across the street…

“Young man… I… I don’t need any help.” She didn’t react until they reached the other side of the road. Her old face flushed red as she pulled her hand away from Su Chen’s and leaped two meters into the air to show off how fit she was.

Su Chen winced internally. This old woman was clearly a Professional, and not a special class, but a Tier-based class—the kind that directly enhances one’s physical attributes.

Pedestrians on the street glanced over, apparently looking to see if there was a scene to watch.

’So it really doesn’t count…’ After the indignant old woman left, Su Chen opened his panel. The job requirements for Saint showed no progress, which wasn’t surprising.

The old woman hadn’t needed help, so even his “forced assistance” was useless.

’This requirement is pretty subjective… I wonder who’s even keeping track.’ Su Chen felt helpless and could only think of other methods. ’The easiest way would be to find a hundred poor people and just throw money at them.’

’But when it comes to that, I’m the one who needs help.’ Su Chen shook his head again. He was almost out of Potions himself, let alone having money to throw at others.

Besides, he wasn’t sure what degree of “help” was required.

For example, to a poor person, the concept of “needing money” was profound. A thousand gold coins was help, ten thousand was help, and so was a hundred thousand.

A need like that was a bottomless pit; it could never be filled.

’…The best place would be somewhere with a high concentration of people, where small, specific needs for help are bound to arise…’

’A hospital… Hmm… Most of the needs there involve saving lives and curing illnesses… That’s an even bigger pit than throwing money around…’

Su Chen’s gaze unfocused as he sidestepped an oncoming couple. Then, his eyes suddenly lit up as he looked up at the metal tracks weaving between the skyscrapers.

Ying Feng’s orbital trains ran twenty-four hours a day without interruption to meet demand.

But at this time of night, the flow of people wasn’t very dense.

’I’ll check it out during the day…’ Su Chen reined in his thoughts and hailed another Hovercar.

’No wonder they say Talent is only one part of the equation…’ Su Chen watched the people coming and going around him and couldn’t help but sigh. ’For the requirements of a [Saint], Talent is just the entry fee.’

Back at the hotel, Su Chen followed his routine of exercising late into the night before finally getting some rest.

Around six or seven the next morning, as the dawn light was just breaking, Su Chen left his hotel and headed for the nearest orbital train station.

It was now the peak time for foot traffic, and the station was nearly packed with people heading out to work.

Even Su Chen couldn’t help but be swept along by the crowd. He waited in line for over ten minutes before finally squeezing onto a train.

Looking at the sea of heads packed into the train car, Su Chen immediately began to search for a target.

He soon found one: a woman with a swollen belly, about five or six months pregnant. She was wearing loose-fitting clothes, her forehead was beaded with cold sweat, and she was carefully shielding her stomach from the jostling crowd.

Although it was packed shoulder-to-shoulder, the people around her were still doing their best to avoid bumping into her.

The pregnant woman frequently glanced at the seats on either side, but the people sitting there were either feigning sleep with their eyes closed or fiddling with the terminals in their hands.

Su Chen’s heart stirred, but he suddenly realized his miscalculation. ’Damn it, I don’t even have a seat myself. How am I supposed to give one up?’

“Sigh…” Su Chen sighed, his gaze falling upon the rows of seats. He scanned them and finally locked onto a sturdy-looking young man.

He quietly shuffled closer, narrowed his eyes, and sent out a mental wave. The young man’s expression immediately went vacant.

’He’s actually a Professional, too. Probably an auxiliary class; his Spiritual Resilience isn’t high…’ Su Chen was quite surprised.

A surge of Telekinesis wrapped around the young man’s limbs, forcing him to slowly stand up. The movement immediately drew the attention of the people nearby.

But Su Chen was quick. He slipped through a gap in the crowd and sat down, drawing a few looks of disappointment.

The hopeful light in the pregnant woman’s eyes dimmed.

“Here, ma’am, you can have this seat,” Su Chen said, suddenly standing up and looking at the pregnant woman.

She looked stunned, then a grateful expression washed over her face. She maneuvered her way over, sat down in Su Chen’s spot, and let out a long sigh. “Thank you.”

’It worked…’ Su Chen glanced at his panel. It now showed: Help Target +1.

’The need for a seat is small and specific… It’s very easy to fulfill.’ Su Chen nodded to himself.

Just then, the young man snapped out of the Mental Interference. He stared in bewilderment at his occupied seat, looked around, and scratched his head.

He didn’t know what had happened, but since a pregnant woman was in his seat, he couldn’t very well argue about it.

’Did I just unconsciously do a good deed?’ the young man muttered to himself, inwardly groaning. Now he would have to stand for over an hour.

Su Chen squeezed his way out of the crowd. He coated his body with a layer of Telekinesis, and like a fish swimming through water, the people around him naturally parted to either side.

He searched for his next target to help.

And inside the train car, there were clearly plenty of such targets.

By the time the morning rush hour was completely over, it was nearly nine o’clock. The train car had gradually emptied out, and Su Chen’s throat felt parched. He glanced at his panel.

The cumulative number of people helped had reached 6. He had carefully selected nearly thirty targets this morning—all of them elderly, weak, sick, or disabled—but in the end, only about a fifth of them had met the requirement.