Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield Chapter 1: Corpse Bearer Soldier, Growing Stronger by Collecting Attributes!

In 230 BC, along the frontier separating the states of Qin and Han.

The whole border area transformed into a vast graveyard of corpses. Shattered swords, arrows buried in the soil, and wrecked chariots littered the scene amid thousands of lifeless bodies sprawled across the ground. Blood soaked the earth in crimson. The vista of destruction and slaughter was gruesomely vivid.

"Zhao Feng."

"Kid, why go to such lengths hauling that corpse?" a Qin Army soldier questioned the one tirelessly dragging a body. "You act like you struck treasure. If you like it so much, claim this entire field for yourself."

His words prompted laughter from the soldiers nearby.

"Centurion, don't mock him," one remarked with a grin. "The boy excels at corpse-hauling. He moves them quicker than ten men together."

On the battlefield, Qin Sharp Soldiers handled the killing and conquest, while another team managed cleanup. Known as Scavenger Soldiers, these logistics troops wore black cloths over their faces to fend off the foul odor. Their sole task amid the chaos was removing bodies and burying them to avert plagues.

Following their stares, a youth with a black cloth masking his face was seen vigorously lifting a corpse. He slung it onto a cart swiftly, then dashed for the next without pause, ignoring the jibes around him.

Zhao Feng felt secret delight surging within.

Each contact with a corpse granted him random attributes.

As Zhao Feng grasped another Han soldier's body, a message flashed in his vision.

"Touched the corpse of a common Han soldier. Successfully picked up 1 point of Strength."

He effortlessly lifted the corpse and loaded it onto the ox cart. Full carts got pulled away for burial.

With each Strength point gained, Zhao Feng sensed his power surging palpably. The thrill was utterly exhilarating.

"Successfully picked up 1 point of Speed."

"Successfully picked up 1 point of Lifespan."

"Successfully picked up 1 point of Constitution."

Zhao Feng pressed on, soon stacking an ox cart high with Han soldiers' remains. Qin Sharp Soldiers' bodies demanded respectful handling—neatly arranged and buried one by one. That marked the stark divide in treatment between foes and allies.

After two days of corpse duty on this border, Zhao Feng knew the drill well. Cart filled, he shouted to his superior, "Centurion, heading out to dump the bodies."

"Off you go," Wei Quan replied, waving dismissively yet with faint worry. "You're speedy, kid. Ease up a bit. We're secure here—no need to rush if you tire."

"Got it," Zhao Feng answered smilingly.

He guided the ox cart toward the mass grave. En route, he checked his attribute panel.

Host: Zhao Feng

Age: 15

Strength: 256 (The higher the value, the greater the explosive power.)

Speed: 188 (The higher the value, the faster the movement.)

Constitution: 167 (The stronger the constitution, the faster injury recovery and the greater the stamina.)

Spirit: 166 (The stronger the spirit, the clearer the mind and thoughts. At a certain level, it allows one to sense nature’s spiritual energy.)

Lifespan: 86 years and 32 days

Portable Space: 1 cubic meter

Those added thirty-two days came from recent pickups. Starting at average human levels around one hundred, his stats had exploded in mere days through corpse handling.

Zhao Feng brimmed with eager hopes for what lay ahead.

Scavenger Soldiers ranked lowest among glory-hungry fighters seeking merits. As a fourteen-year-old Qin citizen, Zhao Feng couldn't resist conscription. Rebellion meant jail—or worse, hard labor on the Northern Great Wall, dragging his family down too.

To dodge prison and shield his mother and sister, he complied. Four months back, he joined Lantian Camp. Post a month's training, assignment landed him in Logistics Junhou Camp as a Scavenger Soldier, scouring battlefields.

Hauling corpses? At first, it seemed ominous and dreary. Zhao Feng loathed it initially. Yet realizing it kept him from frontline slaughter and let him lay low changed everything—he grew to cherish it. Reborn from a future time, he grasped this era's savagery intimately. Qin's war to crush the Six States was kicking off, dooming countless to battlefield deaths and postwar turmoil.

Zhao Feng craved no titles or ranks; his goal was surviving two army years then home to protect mother and sister. Their anxious gazes at his drafting haunted him. Battlefield death would shatter them.

Thus, to evade combat and live, he hid his talents, landing in logistics. But touching that first corpse and awakening the panel flipped his view—this was prime fortune! Scavenging preserved life while yielding attributes for growth. Ideal for him!

Sensing his burgeoning might and body's evolution from rising stats, Zhao Feng claimed this strength as purely his own.

Back in the moment, Zhao Feng tugged the ox cart for roughly an incense stick's duration before reaching the enormous pit site. Thousands of logistics troops dug trenches there. This 100,000-strong Qin force had smashed into Han's border. The clash raged brutally, decimating Han defenders. Three days in, Zhao Feng still toiled, but the field's toll meant burials till dusk.

"Hey, Zhao Feng, you again!"

"Fourth cart today!"

"Outstanding!"

Pit-diggers chuckled seeing Zhao Feng roll up with another heap of Han dead.

"Thanks, brothers—handle this load!" Zhao Feng grinned. "No time to idle."

He snatched an empty cart nearby and hurried back to the fray.