Where does life come from and where is it going? We are lost lambs and need a wise shepherd.

We yearn for power, we yearn for eternity, we seek, we want to unravel the mysteries of life.

The desire for eternity drives us, and throughout the ages, many people have tried to peek into the mysteries of life and try to tamper with the laws of life and death...... Even, we try to be gods who call the wind and rain – people believe that the pinnacle of technology is a myth.

Life is a sophisticated machine, controlled by a beautifully designed set of codes—genes.

Genes, which control every process of life, are like a well-designed code (if you replace the four deoxyribonucleotides of a DNA molecule with four Arabic numeral symbols, a gene can be seen as a string of codes written in a quaternary system). ）

2201, the beginning of the new century, in the past 100 years, mankind has completed the seventh scientific and technological revolution.

The greatest achievement of the seventh scientific and technological revolution is that mankind has unlocked the mysteries of life.

We rejoice and prepare for a great new era, an era of eternal life.

Mad scientists want to decipher the genetic code and then tamper with the genes and change the laws of life and death.

They claim to have found a gene fragment that controls life and death, and they have successfully tampered with this gene and used microbial technology to make this gene into a "God virus" that can quickly infect all humans.

After the experiment, the "God Virus" successfully injected the immortal gene into the human body, and the dying experimenter stood up from the operating table.

On January 1, 2201, 7 billion human beings celebrated together, and this day was designated as the "Eternal Birthday", becoming the greatest festival of all mankind.

On that day, the fighter plane carrying the "God virus" skimmed over the land and released the virus, and the people cheered enthusiastically, leaving tears of excitement.

But...... This is not the last tear shed by human beings, just as life always begins in crying, and everything is doomed to be a tragedy in the end.

The tragedy began a year after the virus was scattered across the earth, and those viruses did not bring us eternal life as we wished.

People try to have eternal life, but they bring eternal darkness......

In less than half a year, 80% of humanity in the world has turned into a terrible monster.

The surviving people hid in a cage of their own construction (we call it the new city), waiting for the darkness to descend and cocoon themselves, as humans always do......

"New towns", the last home of mankind, they are huge bird's nests constructed of new materials, translucent, and upside down on the earth.

On the vast land, in addition to dozens of "new cities" with an area of no more than 100 square kilometers, there are endless primeval forests.

A few decades ago, we were "smart" enough to create a biological explosion in which super-genetically modified plants grew at extremely fast rates.

After the tragedy, people took refuge in the "new city", and the old city, after losing human management, was quickly swallowed up by the green sea.

At this point, the forest leaves us with nothing but fear, they are called the Green Hell, and the Grim Reaper roams the forest, they prey on all living creatures, or turn them into their own kind.

But are the people in the cages safe? No, there are creatures like me lurking around them......

My name is Whitehair, named after this silver thread, and I am a powerful, blood-ridden alien, and my life is a sin in the first place.

Originally, I lived in a country of alien creatures, but I was tired of those selfish and savage creatures, I was tired of power struggles, so I left......

Now, I am hidden among the humans, and as a hunter, I follow the hunting team, roaming the forest in a mech, chasing animals.

This job is extremely dangerous for humans, because the forest is full of man-eating monsters, and people call them ghosts, creepy names.

But that threat didn't work for me, and in a way made me more dangerous......

I always hunt a lot of prey in exchange for a considerable amount of money, which I use to feed orphans who have lost their relatives in the war.

I didn't just do it to atone for my sins, it was a job that made me feel truly happy, I was tired of pillage, but I knew that life was meant to kill and plunder, and I still hunt down those animals.

I enjoyed this simple life, but I knew that the peace would not last.

They, the kingdom of ghouls I once served, the City of the Liberty, were looking for me.

I don't know if I'll tear them apart in a fit of rage when they break into my life.

The first rays of sunlight of the morning shine through the curtains, and although they are blocked by a protective shield several meters thick, it has long since lost its temperature.

But I think it's hot, because my body is always cold, and I like the sun and everything warm.

As long as I am quiet, soon my body will become cold, like a corpse, we are not warm-blooded, but also cold-blooded, once active, our body temperature will become constant, the body's energy-saving mechanism, will stop metabolism when I am inactive, I can sleep without eating or drinking, and I will not die.

I put on the hunter's uniform, and the hunters were highly respected in the city because there was no land to cultivate in this cage, and the people depended on the hunters for food.

The man's skin in the mirror shimmered like a jewel, his slender figure, short silver hair, and a perfect faceplate, like a perfect man in a fairy tale, but something was terrible - he had a pair of blood-red eyes, and that was me, a perfect evil creature.

I put on my contact lenses as usual, to disguise my blood-red eyes so as not to cause a commotion, and after covering up my eyes, I looked like a new human who had been modified, which was exactly what I was.

It was thanks to a friend who helped me get this ID that I was able to hide in the group.

As I was about to go downstairs to the dining room, my eyes fell on the skeletal helmet in the corner of my desk.

The helmet was as smooth and round as jade, it was made of a kind of demon beast bone, the demon beast was the first demon beast the queen killed, it was a gift she gave me, it used to be my pride, now it lay quietly in the corner, slowly obscured by the dust, and sealed with those memories.

Lately I've been dreaming that the moment the Queen put it on at my coronation, the ghouls of the entire Liberty Square cheered like a landslide and tsunami, and even the World Tree was shaken by the cheers, and now I'm like a nostalgic old man, often turning over the old things and brushing them up.

I often think of the World Tree, a giant tree with green branches that is three thousand meters high, with only flowers and fruits and no leaves, and its branches cover the entire Free City, like a queen, always guarding our home.

But the queen is gone, swallowed up by intrigue and ambition, and a beautiful woman who is bent on saving us from this alien group has become a victim of power, which makes me extremely disappointed in that country, and I even thought about destroying it, but it was the queen's whim and I couldn't do that.

I put my helmet on with a towel, along with the past, and moved on with my current life.

After a brief pick-up, I walked out of the room, and the smell of wild donkey steak wafted through the dining room.

I live in a small three-storey building, in this crowded "new town", such a small building, but an extremely luxurious residence.

As soon as I walked out of the room, I heard the doctor humming a little tune while preparing the steak, and it seemed that she was in a good mood today.

She enjoyed her free time, but the other two didn't, they loved fighting in their bones.

At the table, a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old and a large man were piled with dishes in front of them, bowing left and right, and constantly stuffing large pieces of food into their mouths.

The boy was called a ruffian, and he was actually no less than thirty years old, and he was the same as he is now when he transformed into my kind, and little has changed over the years, and the slow growth of creatures like us has frustrated him for a time, and he keeps measuring his height, and then growls and throws away the ruler, because the readings have not changed much.

For creatures like us, he was a child of this age, and he looked like a handsome and beautiful young man, but his greedy eyes seemed to want to take everything he could eat in the world for himself.

Greed is his nature, we all have a dual personality, his other personality is greed, maybe greed is his nature, of course only for food, this child is a wanderer as a human being, maybe this is the reincarnation of a hungry ghost!

The big man is 2.4 tall, has well-developed limbs, and has a body full of muscles.

This guy is called a shield ghost, and it's as thick as a shield.

Now, too, he was constantly grabbing the food on the table, whining like a beast from time to time.

This guy likes to fight with people, as long as he can compete and compete, he will participate in everything, just like now he is competing with the imp to see who eats more.

Two hungry wolves are eating, and the table keeps shaking and creaking.

"Put back the food you can't eat!" Aunt Bing commanded, frowning.

Across from him sat a graceful and luxurious woman, enjoying her breakfast, she was the head of this little family, we were all used to listening to her, and perhaps she was the only one who could lead this family organized by a group of mentally ill people, and it might be polite to say that this group of people was mentally ill.