On the other side of the ocean, on the other side of the globe, in the city of Bangolo in the state of Massachusetts.

Knee-deep snow covered the lawn, and snowflakes froze in mid-air, creating an eerie sight.

This is an abandoned world, an afterimage of reality, and a hell of despair.

The air was filled with the smell of blood, and the man wearing the goggles used a knife to cut two pieces of flesh on the monster's leg, and as soon as he wrapped it in brown paper, a blurry black shadow hit him in the snowstorm.

The man reacted quickly and jumped away.

Snowflakes in mid-air hit his coat - the abandoned world that sustains this bad weather makes it difficult for people to hide their tracks. The footprints left by the snow were well concealed, and the snowflakes that had solidified in the air were gone.

The black shadow that attacked just now was no exception.

A trail that swept down from the sky, like someone using an eraser to scratch a blank on a graffiti covered with snowflakes, followed the trail to the end, a black sharp-toothed bird rested on the corpse.

It lowered its head to the wound of the dead monster, and then spread its wings, letting out a high-pitched cry of excitement.

"Corpse Crow?!"

The man took two steps back in horror, stretched out his hand, and disappeared without a trace.

The Sharp-Toothed Bird's eyes narrowed, it lost another source of blood, but it was enough food to feast on it, and the Crow was content to bite at the fresh meat.

One after another, black sharp-toothed birds flew in, and soon seven or eight of them stopped on the corpses, and there was a scramble as they ate. They bared their claws on their wings, bared their blood-stained teeth, and let out threatening screams.

The small corpse crow will consciously hang its wings and give up the fight in favor of biting the poorer parts.

If the force is evenly matched, the two sharp-toothed birds will fight directly on the corpse, their feathers flying wildly, and their sharp cries will be heard endlessly. The Corpse Raven is a social creature that gathers together as a family unit, and often encounters its own people from different ethnic groups when looking for food, often breaking out into conflicts.

When they are ferocious, they will fight to the death until one of their wings is broken, or they are unable to stand up.

At this time, the corpse crow, who has always been "dining and watching" next to him, will stop eating, and fly to the side with the same group of wings as the loser, giving up the right to eat.

The victor screamed twice, followed by its sharp hooked claws, pierced the loser's neck, and tore open the feathers with bubbling dark red blood, eating the loser.

There are many types of monsters in the forsaken world, but there are only a handful of species that can eat the same kind.

A few of the crows left satisfied, and the loser's companions continued to fly down to eat, without even glancing at the remains of their relatives who had died tragically.

When the surroundings calmed down again, the "sky and snow scene" in front of him had been wiped out by the corpse crows.

A group of chisels burrowed out of the snow and pounced on the remaining food.

One of them hit an invisible obstacle and fell into a snowdrift, smashing into a deep crater, and crawled out of it tentatively taking two steps there, its beard shaking and desperately sniffing the air.

The cold of Bangolo City made the gopher's movements clumsy and sluggish.

The nose was so cold that it turned its head and crawled to the place where the same kind of meal gathered, when a strong force suddenly came from behind it, and it smashed on the mouse's spine with precision and fierceness.

When it was about to scream, its body sank into the snow with the force, and when it opened its mouth, another cloud of snow poured in, and its squeaky cry turned into a dull sound.

The gopher-sling, with a keen sense of hearing, turned their heads to see only one of their kind fluttering in the snow, as if they had just done before, and they turned their heads in a boring way and continued to tear and eat their food.

Each gopher was the size of a house cat, and the remains of the crows and leftover monster carcasses were quickly swept away. When they were about to evacuate, the rat found that the stupid rat that was "playing in the snow" was gone, and there was only a deep pit left in place, and there were a few drops of coagulated dark red blood.

- Enemies lurking nearby!

The chisel-digging gopher squeaked, looking around vigilantly, searching everywhere.

But the murderer they were looking for had already run away with the "loot".

Federico Morensa walked all the way to his door, looked around and saw no danger, then walked to the small door next to the garage and knocked on it in a rhythmic manner as agreed.

He looked down and took out the key and opened the door.

He didn't remove the spatial ability during the whole process, so in the eyes of others, it was a row of shoe prints printed on thin snow that extended to the door, knocking away the snowflakes in the air, and finally the "invisible man" entered the door.

- Bad weather is really the biggest disturbance when space powerhouses want to hide.

Federico wasn't worried about the traces attracting the attention of the other Abilities, though, because there was a fourteen-year-old boy in his garage waiting for him to return.

This is the future American hero, savior...... Stripped of those titles, Johnson Brown is now a snowblower in the home of superstar Morenza.

When there was a knock on the door, Johnson shrank behind the box.

He remained motionless until the "Invisible Man" walked in, removed the spatial ability that shrouded him, and removed the windshield and hat, revealing his blonde hair, blue eyes, and rugged and wild face, that Johnson stepped out of the shadows.

"Good evening, little John."

Federico threw the chisel-chisel he was holding to the ground.

The boy looked out a little frightened, then stepped on sheepskin boots that were more than a size larger, and ran to the door of the garage, staring at the footprints outside and the area where the snowflakes disappeared in midair.

The invisible wind whipped up the snow and gently wiped the footprints away.

The wind kneaded the falling snowflakes, stirred them again, and then scattered them evenly in front of you. The empty space has been filled in, stretching all the way to a few hundred meters away. If anyone follows the blank traces left by Federico, the most they can do is come to this neighborhood full of rich and famous, and then get lost in the intricate blank tracks.

It's not just the strangers who will knock the snowflakes apart, but also the monsters.

It is not surprising that gophers can dig holes, corpse crows can fly, gibbons climb trees and walk on the rooftops of buildings, and blank marks are broken.

Like a maze game, Johnson pulls a few blank tracks to the roof, or to the drain manhole cover.

Obviously no one chased after him, but he imagined the scene of several monsters running around the block, and it didn't matter if the "smear" was crooked, the wind ability erased and re-changed.

Johnson fantasized about a group of people who "broke through the maze", confidently analyzed the monster tracks, and finally walked to the "dead end" in disappointment, looking extremely depressed.

"Well done."

The voice behind him frightened Johnson's ability, and the blank trajectory brushed the roof of a villa, drawing a parabola, and landing on a large tree.

“……”

This gibbon's ability to bounce is a bit amazing!

Federik stood behind the teenager and patted Johnson on the shoulder: "Close the door, you're going to catch a cold." ”

"It'll be fine soon." Johnson said.

He used his wind ability to shake the tree, dropping a lot of snow, and soon replaced it with another one, causing the imaginary monkey to jump over the row of trees on the block, and then Johnson reluctantly closed the door and said goodbye to his "paintings".

Federico rubbed the boy's head, "Come here, it's time for dinner." ”

"Every meal we eat is dinner." Johnson questioned in a low voice.

"Because time in this world does not move, it is always in the afternoon near the evening."

"But ......"

Johnson hesitated for a moment, but repeated the word "But", not knowing what to say. He and Mr. Morenza had spent a long time in this strange place called the Abandoned World.

Five days, or a week?

Johnson couldn't tell the difference, because of their lives, they ate when they were hungry and rested when they were sleepy.

Mr. Morenza had safe spatial abilities, and every time they slept, they would enter that transparent cover. It's warm, and monsters can't get in.

Sometimes Morenza would take him out to get a closer look at the ferocious monsters, their physical features, and how they looked when they attacked. However, this is very dangerous, even if you are in space, monsters can touch the outline of "space", but you can't see or smell their scent.

If you are surrounded by monsters, the spatial ability will only die when the ability is exhausted.

"Mr. Morenza, can we go back?" Johnson hesitated for a long time, but finally asked.

He wanted to go back to the world of Bangolo with a lot of people, TV shows, and Christmas music. Even if every door on the street doesn't open to him, even if the talk show host on the TV screen likes to taunt the poor, even if he doesn't get a gift after Christmas music, Johnson misses a world without monsters.

The boy had seen the ferocity of those creatures with his own eyes, and every time Federico went out, Johnson, who was waiting silently in the garage, couldn't sit still in worry.

Federico paused for a second and replied, "Whoever tries to survive can go back." ”

"It's called Forsaken World, Outcast...... Are we God's banished sinners? "Johnson was very upset.

"Listen, Johnson, there is no god in this world." Federico looked into the boy's frightened eyes and said in a contemptuous tone that would make a believer mad when he heard it, "Even if there were, he wouldn't see us." ”

Johnson, who came from the slums, was not very devout to God, but the nuns of the church had always been kind to him, and he was comforted by God's belief that his classmates who had bullied him would be judged after death.

As he grew up, past the age of self-deception, Johnson no longer believed in this, but under the profound influence of the environment, the teenager was still startled by Federico's rude words.

"Mr. Morenza?"

"No, nothing!" Federico felt his gaffe.

If there is a God in this world, who is God?

"Naniyakea? Oh, no kidding. Federico muttered to himself, took off his coat, took two pieces of meat from the wrapped vellum, and placed them in a basin to wash off the blood with the snow.

Johnson consciously stood to the side.

"This is the meat of the toothed boar, and with good luck today, it fell into the trap I dug. The meat on the thighs is sprinkled with black pepper and tastes good when eaten raw. ”

Federico was in no mood to continue talking about the delicacy, as the early appearance of the Corpse Raven made him feel in danger. Federik picked up pen and paper and drew a picture of Johnson.

"Today we are talking about this monster, it is a bird ......"