Mousa was fourteen years old.

He had green skin, and on his back, there were dense star-shaped spines.

He was weak and scared, hiding in the corner of the building.

The building was as dilapidated as he was, with little shelter, as if it would collapse when the wind blew.

Musa did not dare to breathe too hard, even if the raindrops and mosquitoes crawled on his face, he did not dare to act rashly.

He crouched under a sloping bookshelf, and through the gap in the shelf, he could see the dim sky, the orange clouds were raining sour, and Moses' eyes were a hopeless hue, orange, dull, and devoid.

In front of him, the orange mud turned into a river, drowning everything, including his neighbors, his hair boys, his buddies, and all the friends and relatives he knew in the world.

But Moses was not from here, he was picked up.

He only now realized that his real identity was not Moussa, he must have come from another huge city.

The fact that he didn't have the imprint of the disappearing star on his back is the best proof of this.

If one of the dead people had one of his relatives, he would have one less star mark on his back.

But the war had been going on for so long, and the demons had slaughtered almost everyone in the town, and not a single one of the star marks on Mossa's back had disappeared.

It can only be said that his "parents" lied to him and that he was picked up.

Musa thought a lot, about his childhood, about the men and women who raised him, and he didn't know whether he should continue to call his parents, and about the so-called relatives who existed in the safe zone, but had no memories or impressions.

He was hungry.

A few minutes earlier, he had eaten the muscle worm that he would never look at before, a small muscle worm that lived on carrion wood and corpses, and although it was a little disgusting, Mosa chose to eat it in order not to starve to death.

It is also thanks to the fact that Musa is a traditional and pure-blooded Phinesac, and his strong racial gifts give him a powerful body, so that even if he eats filthy bed bugs alive, he will not vomit and diarrhea, and because of his pure blood, he can survive this war.

Moussa could feel that there was an innate fighting skill in his blood and genes.

Muses was the first to calm down in the face of the powerful evil, and did not panic like the adults and his companions, and then was killed in shock and fear.

Musa would have fought back.

The genes flowing in his veins, as if instinctively, mobilized his muscles before the huge tentacles attacked, and in the moment before he died, he dodged in an instant, and even Mosa could feel that his eyes were involuntarily staring at the enemy's joints at that time, as if he could predict the opponent's actions from this small detail.

Even Moussa himself was surprised.

He clearly didn't learn any systematic martial arts, and even the town's physical fitness test, he couldn't be selected to be a member of the guard.

Moreover, Moussa's physical fitness is only in the middle of the middle among his peers, not the top.

But he did not have the masterful combat response that those systematically trained guards could not do, his jump, his counterattack, his escape, all in one go.

It was not Moses at all.

It was as if Moussa's body contained the soul of another master who was proficient in combat.

Pure-blooded Phinesacs are rare, and now only half of even the royal family is pure-blood and traditional, and Mosa learned that he was a pure-blood Phinessac after the war began, and an officer from the royal family told him before he died.

The officer was lucky enough to see Moses fighting and escaping from the demon, and at that time he became suspicious of Mussa, and it was not until the officer witnessed Mussa's battle again that he was sure that Mosa was a pure-blooded Phinessac, and even far more than the royal family.

Then the officer chose to give his life for Mousa by delaying some time.

Musa was able to escape, hiding in the precarious building and watching the flood engulf the town with mud and sand.

Those demons and demons, who didn't have time to escape, were also drowned in the mud and sand, and brought under the Yellow Spring.

Mosa looked at the sky, and he felt that this sudden flood and mud and sand were the work of wizards, and only those wizards could unleash such a huge spell and manipulate the scourge to destroy the enemy.

As for the sorcerer, Mousa had only heard it in legends.

The legend of the wizard is far from being known to the pure-blooded Phinesac.

Legends in the world say that pure-blooded Finissarks have star marks on their backs, and each star mark represents a loved one in this world, and for every loved one who dies, the pure-blooded Finissark will have one less star mark behind them, and will also inherit one-third of the power of their dead relatives.

Moussa's fighting instincts may have been inherited from the loved one he had never met, but he didn't know what was missing from the star mark behind it?

It should also be because there are too many star marks on his back, almost no one associates the pure-blooded Phinessac people with him, living at the bottom of this town, and everyone will only regard that noble blood mark as some kind of incurable skin disease.

This made Moussa also feel inferior, and at one time he did not dare to take off his shirt in the hot weather and jump into the cool river to swim like the other partners.

But now, he finally knew that what he was carrying on his back was not some disgusting skin disease, it was much more noble than that, it represented the existence of relatives and proved the identity of Moussa.

This made Moussa, who was hiding in a dangerous building, feel less lonely, and even tried to touch all the star marks on his back, as if comforting himself, and smiled.

"Mom and Dad, are you there?"

Then, however, he sensed that something was wrong.

Mossa's expression sank, and a large mark of stars under his hand disappeared!

The dozen or so star marks representing loved ones are gone!

Musa felt that his body had suddenly become much stronger, and even his muscle lines had become very obvious!

But that's not what he wants!

When he was still in some kind of overwhelmed emotion, something even more terrifying happened, and the marks of the stars on his back were like candles blown out by the wind, and they all disappeared one by one!

And Musa's body became strong all of a sudden, and even full of some incredible fighting spirit.

This means that just now, hundreds of Mussa's relatives have passed away!