The sky is gray and the sunlight cannot penetrate, as if covered with a layer of black gauze, which makes people feel extremely depressed.
The ground was rocky, cold and dark.
Near a bare stone mountain, guns roared and fire flew.
The obsidian mountain is as tall and steep as a knife and an axe, with clear edges and corners. Dazzling firelight flashed constantly on the mirror-like stone surface, but it was fleeting and melted into the darkness.
Looking up, a huge humanoid creature was climbing on the mountain wall. It was tens of meters tall, with a pair of huge recurved horns, a sheep's head and a human body, thick and powerful limbs, and a lizard-like tail curled behind it.
The skin all over the body was rough and thick, showing a dark red color with bleeding scabs, and was covered with raised blood vessels, making it hideous and terrifying. There seemed to be magma and fire flowing under the skin, and it shrank and shrank with the rise and fall of the chest, flickering in and out.
Fiery steam continuously spurted out from its nostrils, as if its whole body was wrapped in flames.
"Chirp..."
The screams of cannonballs came from far to near, exploding in the side of its face. In an instant, rubble and smoke rose into the sky like a fountain.
Turning around, I saw a mecha with an artillery shoulder turning out from behind the mountain.
"Roar!" The abyss demon let out a huge roar, grabbed the big rock next to it, swung its arms and smashed it.
The mecha master in the cockpit has pushed the joystick to the limit, as if to crush it. But he still didn't escape the fate of being hit. He only heard a muffled sound, and the mecha flew backwards, its parts scattered in all directions, sprayed out several jets of black fuel, and exploded when it hit the mountain.
The orange-red firelight danced on the angular stone surface, like thousands of sparks.
"Da da da da da da da!" "Da da da da da da da!"
At about the same time, two wing-shaped mechas that looked like ostriches and had two slender mechanical legs darted left and right among the jagged rocks and rushed towards them.
Viewed from the front, in front of the egg-shaped cockpit and under the dark green windshield, there are three large white characters painted on it - thunder group.
Under the iron wings, four roller-type Vulcan cannons were rotating at high speed, spitting out tongues of fire one after another, and shooting out strings of bullets as dense as a bead curtain.
Dots of fire erupted from the big demon's body. The gravel where he climbed collapsed, sand flew up, and dust filled the sky.
"Good job!" "Kill him!" "Kill him!" A burst of excited shouts erupted from behind the stone bunkers all over the mountains and plains.
Soldiers wearing gray and white tarpaulin military uniforms stuck their heads out, holding assault rifles, and fired wildly at the big demon above.
But the high morale only lasted less than three seconds before it was torn to pieces. The big demon jumped forward, twisted its body the moment it landed, and swept across with its tail. In an instant, the dust surged up, like a giant python flicking its tail and a steel whip whipping as fast as lightning.
The two wing-shaped mechas were unable to dodge and were ripped apart on the spot. The driver smashed the windshield, half of his body hanging outside, bloody and miserable.
The heavy gunfire suddenly stopped.
The soldiers were stunned, as if frightened by the cruel sight. After being stunned for a while, they all hid behind the rocks.
"Boss, what should I do?"
Not far behind the big devil, behind a cracked obsidian, a tall and fat soldier was holding a nearly two-meter-long rocket launcher and asked another man with a silver star on his shoulder straps who looked like a captain. .
"Waiting for the order." The man stuck his head out from the crack in the stone, looked at the huge back covered with bone spurs, swallowed hard, and replied. Then with trembling hands, he took out the aluminum military kettle, twisted it open, and took a sip.
"Thunder Group, all charge!"
Suddenly, a hoarse shout came from the intercom. The man shuddered and dropped the kettle on the ground.
The two looked at each other, both a little stunned.
"Boss, what should I do?" the fat soldier asked guiltily, with unclear meaning in his eyes.
If you charge towards this thing, aren't you looking for death?
"What else can I do..." the captain smiled bitterly, "Are you going to be a deserter?"
"Alas..." The fat soldier clenched his fists and punched his thigh hard.
"Kill!" "Da da da!" "Fierce!" "Boom, boom, boom!"
The next moment, shouts of death, gunshots, rocket bursts, and explosions resounded throughout Stone Mountain.
"Let's go!" The captain gritted his teeth, picked up the assault rifle, and rushed out at the lead. The fat soldier picked up the rocket launcher and followed closely.
The figure in front looks like a tall building, covering the sky and the earth. The eyes with flowing lava were like a rising sun. The dull roar was even more deafening, as if the whole world was shaking.
On the cold and dark ground, among the rocks, thousands of soldiers rushed forward one after another like a colony of ants...
Until the end, everything turned to darkness.
The roaring artillery fire gradually faded away, turning into silence and nothingness.
Time flows quietly, silently.
I don’t know how long it took, maybe a few hours, maybe a few months, maybe a few years.
In a dilapidated bunker, a young man in his early twenties woke up.
"I...where am I?"
With a blank expression on his face, he looked at the half-iron, half-brick house while talking to himself.
His name is Chen Xing, a time traveler from the earth. It has been fifteen years since I traveled to this parallel world in the near future.
He remembered that a moment ago, he was still fighting the abyss demon. The last scene showed him raising his head and watching helplessly as a huge palm was photographed from above. He only felt the sky darken and lost consciousness. Under normal circumstances, he would have turned into a puddle of meat paste. Dead as hell.
He subconsciously raised his hand and looked at the electronic watch on his wrist. This is a multifunctional watch that is completely black and has buttons on both sides. It looks very sturdy. The two-finger-wide bar screen displayed bright green characters.
[Dr2612-5-16, am 9:30]
[Life status: Sub-health]
[Psychic level: -10]
[Protection level: 0 (ordinary clothing)]
[Tip: Not within satellite signal coverage]
Seeing the time, Chen Xing was stunned for a moment, but soon realized that he was reborn again. The first time he was reborn was when he traveled across the earth, and this second time was when he returned fifteen years later.
"I wonder if I will be reborn if I die again?"
He couldn't help but think. In the first life, he was an earthling, in the second life, he was a mercenary captain, and now he is in the third life. Although he thought so in his heart, he would not be stupid enough to actually confirm it.
Well, since God gives him another chance, he will live a better life. Of course, he never thought about reaching the pinnacle of life and having the whole world under his feet. In this cruel world, just being able to survive is good enough. It doesn't mean that you can have extraordinary means by resurrecting your life. At best, it means that you will be clearer when faced with choices.
After figuring out the situation, he began to check his belongings.
After rummaging through the boxes in the room, all he had was a few pieces of clothing, a small purse containing three gold coins, five silver coins and seven copper coins, and the electronic watch on his wrist.
This watch is produced by West Africans Company, and its full name is "Multifunctional Digital Information Processing Terminal". It integrates many functions such as communication, social networking, scanning, physical digitization, banking, and transactions, and is referred to as "Identity Watch." Or "cyber watch" or "black watch".
Chen Xing was originally from the bottom of society, and he was still at the bottom of society after time travel. Therefore, like most people at the bottom, he likes to use the simple and crude term "black watch".
Black Watch is the "identification system client" developed by the "Human Survival Management Committee" after the "Catastrophe". The so-called cataclysm refers to a large-scale invasion of alien creatures a few centuries ago. Humanity was unable to resist, so it had to release nuclear bombs, and everyone finished it together.
After every citizen reaches the age of ten, he or she can go to a nearby town hall to enter a DNA fragment and obtain a waterproof, shockproof, anti-scuff, solar-powered, and mechanical-powered electronic watch.
People without a black watch are equivalent to being excluded from human society and are called "refugees." Of course, if the black watch is lost or damaged, you can get a new one for a small fee.
However, the DNA fragment is the only evidence that records the information of the person involved. When the "social credit" drops to freezing point or a serious crime is committed, the right to use the black watch will be deprived.
In the eyes of citizens, refugees are like wild animals. Although I will not deliberately kill, I will not interact or trade with them because there is no guarantee at all.
Without a black watch, not only is it impossible to conduct "digital scanning", but it is also impossible to conduct normal transactions, or participate in various social activities, such as making friends, getting married, tasks posted by the nearest town hall, personal bounty tasks, or contacting Business and so on.
The black watch has the function of automatically uploading real-time holographic images, recording everything that happens around the user. If you are involved in illegal activities and are prosecuted, it will be easily proven. However, that is within the coverage of the satellite signal. Once left, the black watch cannot upload images to the satellite, making it difficult to determine the facts of the crime.
Places without satellite signals are usually called "edge zones", or "danger zones" or "zero zones". In such an area, the social credit value will slowly decline, and the rate of decline will increase as the time of loss of contact increases.
Generally speaking, if the signal is lost for more than three years, the social credit value will drop to freezing point and the person will become a refugee.
Chen Xing is now in a small town on the fringes and is out of touch, but as long as he connects to the network in a nearby regular town within three months, his credit value will not drop.
He pressed the largest long menu button located under the watch and called up the current body data.
[Name: Chen Xing]
[Identity number: HumMr2005814977369]
[Social Credit Rating: Good-]
[Life status: sub-health (3% living corpse toxin)]
[Strength: 11]
[Agility: 15]
[Constitution: 9]
[Psychic Power: Not Enlightened][Unknown Flaw: Sluggish psionic perception (-10)]
[Innate ability: none]
[Registered skills (Dragonstone Mountain Town Hall): Precision shooting (intermediate), wilderness survival (beginner), motorcycle driving (master), legal knowledge (beginner)]
[Registered Spells: None]
[Registered occupations (Dragonstone Mountain Town Hall): Mercenary (junior), courier (senior)]
[Unregistered (system evaluation only) Skills: Cooking (looks okay) Cleaning (looks good) Surgery and medicine (seems to be able to bandage) Calculation ability (can perform common compound operations) Eloquence (can bargain with a little girl)...]
[Unregistered (System Evaluation Only) Spells: None]
[Gold held: 3 gold, 5 silver and 7 copper (cash), 5 gold, 2 silver, 3 copper and 6 cents (bank)]
In the identity number, Hum means "completely human". During the cataclysm, many women were harmed by alien creatures, resulting in the birth of various "half-humans" with special bloodlines. Mr represents male and Ms represents female. The following thirteen numbers are the file numbers of the DNA fragments.
His social credit is "good -", with three levels above it: excellent, flawless, and saint, and below it four levels: average, low, negative, and freezing point. As long as the social credit is below "average", basically no one will be willing to trade.
Strength generally refers to muscle strength, agility generally refers to nerve reaction speed, and physique generally refers to cell activity, which is the ability to resist blows, viruses and diseases, and recovery capabilities. Spiritual power is rather special. After the cataclysm, some humans can sense and absorb the spiritual energy in the air, and use it.
The so-called spell is to release spiritual energy in a specific way to produce force. There are probably only four categories, namely protection, quick medical, energy impact and weapon amplification.
Perhaps because of the time traveler, the air of the earth does not contain spiritual energy, so Chen Xing's spiritual power is not only in an unenlightened state, but also in the category of low spiritual perception. It takes ten "spiritual power enhancers" to be injected. There is a chance for enlightenment. In other words, it consumes ten more spiritual power enhancers than others.
In his last life until his death, he had never been enlightened to spiritual power, which was a complete hardship. In this life, you must enlighten your spiritual power no matter what, otherwise you will be too passive in fighting alien creatures.
But then again, the data in the black table can only be used for reference, and it is still somewhat different from the real situation. Even though West Africas claims an accuracy rate of 97.93%, in fact, error rates are still common.
To put it simply, under holographic scanning, when a gun is fired, the exit speed of the bullet and the impact force caused within a certain distance can all be tested. However, the situation changes rapidly, including the black watch itself, which has slight errors, and the data cannot be 100% accurate.
It is possible for a person who appears to be "healthy" to die suddenly. In the same way, with his low psychic perception, it is not necessary to inject ten boosters to awaken, maybe a few, or maybe dozens...
He remembered that after the last time he traveled, his eyesight went dark, and he lived in chaos for many days. It wasn't until he almost ran out of money to eat that he bit the bullet and started thinking of ways to make money. We can't do this this time. We must take advantage of our youth and strength to climb to higher heights and live a better life.
So, he began to plan his next work.
The first priority, of course, is to make money. In this world, there are two ways to make money. Either go to a larger town to find a stable job. With someone like him who has good social credit, it is still possible to be a courier based on his previous work experience. But it was just enough to make ends meet, and he couldn't afford strengthening potions, so he would stay like that for the rest of his life. The other kind is what he is now, a fighting profession.
Mercenary is a very casual profession. You just run around, hunting mutant creatures in the wilderness for money, or protecting caravans, etc.
The reason why his original body came here was to hunt the corpse dogs and living dead around the town. As a result, he died before leaving the army. As soon as he left the house, he encountered a green living dead. He was beaten until he lost his armor and fled. Although he finally escaped back to the small town, he still died of poison and died at home, so he was allowed to travel through time.
Due to the existence of the mayor, the "Guardian of the Wilderness" in the town, the corpse group did not dare to approach easily. As long as you can escape back to the town, you are basically safe. Of course, if someone more powerful than the mayor is attracted, the whole place will be destroyed.
The mayor of the fringe town he was in now was a "baron-level" wilderness guardian. As long as he didn't encounter a group of corpses led by the golden living dead, or abyss demons of medium size or above, he could still block them.
Since all his original equipment was lost, if he doesn't want to go back to being a courier now, he has to find a way to get some equipment, then go out to hunt corpse dogs, and then use the corpse dogs' corpses to exchange for money, and gradually develop.
The corpses of mutated creatures are the main material for refining strengthening potions. To put it bluntly, what the lords everywhere earn is the processing fee for refining "enhancing potions" from "mutated corpses". But the processing fee is really expensive.
But then again, even if he wanted to go back to Dragonstone Town and work as a courier honestly, without equipment, he would only die from various situations, such as being attacked by stray corpse dogs. Or be attacked by refugees.
Total assets: 8 gold, 8 silver and 6 cents.
Well, that six cents is negligible. So, what can you do with this money?
Chen Xing recalled carefully, and it should be enough to buy a second-hand pistol and three magazines of bullets. As for protective clothing and so on, you don’t need to do it for the time being. Based on his fifteen years of experience and experience, this is just a novice village.
So, he changed into a mercenary uniform made of tarpaulin and went out directly.
Leaving the dilapidated bunker, he walked through a shack area, bypassing several groups of scavengers who were warming themselves around burning waste oil barrels, and arrived on the street of the town.
This town has a very nice name, called "Orchid Town". But this place has nothing to do with the beautiful and noble orchids. It is full of filth and chaos. Alcohol, drugs, homeless people, thugs, criminals, and scavengers are everywhere. This name was probably just the mayor's taste. Every human gathering place can be regarded as the territory of the local guardians. They can name it arbitrarily, such as "Beauty Town" and "Roast Duck Town".
On the street, the shops were half open and half closed, scattered here and there, giving a cold scene. This is a small town on the edge, with not many citizens but quite a few refugees.
After a while, Chen Xing turned into a shop with two guns painted on the sign.
"Hi, handsome boy, we meet again. What do you want this time?" A tall, sweet-looking girl of seventeen or eighteen years old walked over, shook Bai Shengsheng's arm, and greeted him.
Although the girl is not very old, her eyebrows are full of mature charm. Innocence and enchantment are perfectly reflected in her. The sound was like an oriole coming out of the valley, making people feel comfortable all over. And the startling sound, which was as white as the first snow, was even more captivating and led people to commit crimes.
At least, there is 36D...
However, Chen Xing did not squint his eyes and was not moved by the beauty. Because he later learned how dangerous this seemingly innocent and lovely girl was, and what a crazy and bloodthirsty heart she had. Moreover, after he left this small town and visited other weapon stores, he realized how miserable his original form had been.
She sold five copper coins of pistol bullets for 1.5 silver coins. It was said to be a brand new pistol, but it misfired on the first shot. The grenade that was thrown took a few minutes to explode. It was simply a time bomb that could not be timed. It can be said that a large part of the death of the original body should be attributed to this femme fatale girl.
And many years later, he learned that this girl named "Alia" had a half-demon bloodline, and was the most powerful "Fire Demon bloodline". In the later period, her strength reached the king level, and she was The most powerful existence in the entire Orchid Town, and even in the entire "Ambergris River" basin.
To put it simply, he is a boss who pretends to be a novice, and goes to the novice village to eat and drink, and enjoys defrauding newbies.
But now, she shouldn't be that powerful, at most she is a baronet.
Logically speaking, he shouldn't come here to buy things. He should go to the vendors in the alley behind. Although it was dark there, it was far less dark than here. If we say that there is a "black store", this place can be described as a "black hole".
But the problem is, he doesn't have enough money. We must dig out some shreds of flesh from the teeth of this humanoid tyrannosaurus.
In his last life, at the beginning, he didn't know that his predecessor had been cheated. He survived in the shack until he almost ran out of money to eat, and then he waited for a somewhat reliable caravan. Then he followed them to Longshi Town and resumed his old business. He worked as a courier for two years and saved a little money. Just set sail again.
In this life, no matter what, I should seek some justice, for myself and my predecessor.
Thinking like this, he calmly glanced at the girl with his watch...
