The world has changed.

When most people were unconscious, the way of the world changed.

And by the time they came to their senses, there was no place for them in the new era.

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"O God, please grant salvation, although I am no longer qualified to live, but please do not take my brother with me......"

Endless snow paved the endless snowfield, and even cockroaches could not survive in such a place.

But in this endless snowfield, there is a large group of tents, as if some nomad was stationed here and banished by the whole world to this snowfield.

The world here is white, so white that it can't tolerate a trace of different colors.

In a field of snow there was a thin figure dragging something, one step at a time, each step sticking an entire calf into the snow.

He was in rags, better than the beggars on the street.

He is a refugee, a refugee in the midst of a cataclysm that has affected the whole world.

Looking at the endless snowfield, he prayed and pleaded from the bottom of his heart.

With his back to the tents, facing the endless snowfield, he hurried like a fugitive in the unclear sky.

He had a reason to run away.

"Mark, where are you going~?"

A loud voice suddenly sounded in front of him, and Mark looked up in a hurry to find a big man standing about fifty meters in front of him.

The snow was slightly bulging, like a hill, and Mickey was probably hiding himself behind the hill before, so Mark didn't see him.

"Mickey ......"

The man named Mark saw the face of the person who stood in the way, and he shuddered.

"What's behind you?"

Mickey was on his skis, he whistled at the sky, and soon, more figures on skis slipped out from behind the snowy hills.

"Come, Mark, explain why you're running to this place at this time, with something suspicious in your back. ”

Mickey had a long knife in his hand, which reflected the snow in the dim sky.

Faced with the knife and the person holding it, Mark couldn't say a word.

It's just that he has to say it after all, even if it's a lame lie.

"I didn't ...... Nothing ......."

Struggling to pull his feet out of knee-deep snow, he couldn't have gotten himself a pair of skis that were controlled by the camp leaders.

He tried to back away and distance himself from Mickey's gang, but that effort was in vain.

As soon as he lifted his leg, he fell, and it was easy to trip backwards in such snow.

He pressed against what he had been dragging.

"Oh!"

The sack-like thing let out a cry of pain.

"It's over. ”

Mark felt the temperature of his blood drop to freezing all at once, so much so that the snow that touched the palm of his hand when he fell was hot.

"Oh, it looks like a little pet...... No, it would be more accurate to call it a 'pig'?"

Stepping on his skis, Mitch quickly slipped to Mark's side.

"No...... Don't ......"

Mark covered the sack with his body, but as thin as he was, Mickey only needed one hand to break through all his resistance.

He was picked up and then thrown aside.

"Come, tie him up for me, brothers! Looks like we're going to have our rations for the next two weeks!"

With a bloodthirsty smile on his face, Mickey greeted the crowd behind him.

"No! No! No, let my brother go! If you want to eat, I'll be enough for one person! I'll weigh one hundred and twenty pounds!"

Caught up in mid-air, Mark could no longer hide anything, he shouted loudly, trying to sell himself to the butchers.

However, no one paid any attention to him, they just threw him into a cage that had been prepared, and he was imprisoned on a special sleigh and headed back to camp.

The cage was made of iron and wasn't spacious, and Mark didn't have much room to struggle.

He could only watch as his young brother, who had lost a leg on the run, was roughly dragged out of the sack by Mickey and then thrown into another cage with the same brutality.

"Matthew!"

Mark cried out, a weak look in response to him.

"Goodbye, brother......"

Matthew, Mark's younger brother, lies in a cage weak, unable to make even a tentative struggle.

His face was so pale, it seemed that even if he was allowed to continue living, he would only be able to survive for another thirty or fifty days at most.

For the camp as a whole, it is a matter of course to remove the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled.

Otherwise, they would have died a year ago, and where would they have had the opportunity to escape all the way to this snowy field.

"No ......"

Mark is nothing more than a weakling, and he simply simply does not have enough capital to keep his younger brother.

No, it should be said that he did not even protect his own capital.

So he could only pray that the empty spirit would answer his prayers.

"O God, O God who created this snowy field, save us, whatever price you will take from me!"

Gritting his teeth, Mark exclaimed, staring at the sky that had not yet fully lit up.

"Roger. ”

A solemn voice answered him, and it sounded directly in Mark's head.

Immediately afterward, Mark's consciousness plunged into endless darkness.

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"The random task world teleport is completed, and the requester's first task is triggered. ”

The profiteer-like voice of the Holy Book sounded in Mo Ye's ears, and whoever heard such an explanation would feel that he had been betrayed.

However, Mo Xie's consciousness was not very clear at the moment, so he didn't care about such details, or even if his consciousness was awake, it was estimated that he wouldn't care.

After all, he was used to the pit.

"Mission 1: Rescue Matthew and escape from the camp. 500 points will be awarded for task success, and 1,000 points will be deducted for task failure. ”

Lying in the iron cage, breathing in the cold air of this world, Mo Ye barely cheered up a little.

“Ｓｈｉｔ…… The taste of hemp bones is really unpleasant......"

Mo Ye felt that he could barely feel his own body, and in such a bad state, he could only do the action of supporting his body with all his strength.

When he was poisoned just now, he was the most uncomfortable, and if it weren't for Mo Xie's unusual, he would have been unconscious a long time ago.

"Holy Scriptures, what kind of world is this?"

The scenery as far as the eye could see was only a piece of snow white, and Mo Ye saw his situation clearly.

He was locked in an iron cage, surrounded by low tents, and snow was pouring in through the gaps under the iron cage, and the cold stimulated Mo Xie's nerves, keeping his drowsy brain from sleeping.

"Please complete task one first. ”

The profiteer ignored Mo Ye's question, it just reminded Mo Ye coldly.

Hey, boy, you still owe money, pay me back for a part-time job!Otherwise...... Hey!

There are some things that need not be spoken.

"Okay......"

Mo Xie took a deep breath.

His current state is very bad, not to mention the sword qi, even the telekinesis can't release a trace of it.

In order to break through the iron cage that imprisoned him, the first thing he had to do was to awaken as much power as possible from this body.

Oh, to be more accurate, it's to wake up the unicorn arm.