Darkness, boundless darkness......

A little bright light gradually amplified, and the whole world became brighter, but then it fell into calm again.

Suddenly, there was a mechanical sound in the darkness.

"Drop, detect changes in the spatial environment, the host has been determined, the unbounded begins to bind, and the binding is successful."

"Drop, please select the supply plane...... Drip-drip-"

"The host is not responding, and the host memory is detected autonomously, and the key word, pioneer, has been determined."

"Drop, the Pioneer Plane does not exist, please wait a moment for the auto-expansion search......"

"Drop, search complete - Overwatch plane confirmed, hero unit confirmed exists, plane confirmed successful, hero transfer started, number: 2, age: synchronized with host."

"Drop, the transmission is over, the unbounded is closed, and the host is destined to see you again."

At the same time, in the outside world, in a messy garbage heap, two empty silhouettes are slowly solidifying, from existence to nothing......

Drop anything here, it will be allowed.

Garbage, weapons, corpses, babies...... This world... Discarded... Anything, the inhabitants of this place will accept it all.

Meteor Street - Throwing anything away is allowed here, a land of chaos, a borderless area filled with mountains of garbage!

The sun slowly rises in the east, and it is a hopeful new day for people from other regions. But for the residents of Meteor Street, that means strapping their heads around their belts again to find their "worth" – picking up trash.

Trucks laden with all sorts of garbage came to the neighborhood, and every driver rolled up their windows before entering the area, their faces undisguised with disgust for the area.

And around that destination, there was already a group of guys in protective suits, and although they couldn't see their faces, the feeling of anticipation could be clearly felt through the thick protective suits - it was wealth.

Two guys at the back of the crowd looked at the truck as it was preparing to unload and "unload" and discussed eagerly.

"Nobunaga, if you want to gamble today, bet on today's gains, and the guy who loses will have to wrestle with the one who wins!" The voice under the chemical protective suit is still a little immature, obviously this is not an adult.

His companion looked at the guy with a pair of dead fish eyes from his chemical hazmat suit and shook his head: "Hmph, are you stupid for me?" If you lose or win, you will have to wrestle with you, Wojin, will you have such a treacherous idea in your mind? Unbelievable. ”

It may be that there is some truth in what the guy called Nobunaga, who proposed the challenge, carefully went through his bet in his mind twice, and found that it did seem to be a little unfair, but for a while he couldn't think of how to modify it, and the whole person looked a little distressed.

"Okay, okay, don't scratch your head there, the garbage has been unloaded, hurry up and don't let other guys take the lead." Pushing his companion hard, Nobunaga's body had begun to squat slightly, and he was ready to start moving.

When Wojin's brain was about to turn a little bit, Nobunaga's push finally saved him, and after subconsciously responding, he turned his head and realized that something seemed to be wrong today.

"Nobunaga, March hasn't come yet, she's late!" As if he had discovered big news, Ogin barked at Nobunaga with a mouthful of fangs.

Nobunaga, who was already preparing to attack, was so frightened by this voice that he almost fell!

"Why is this guy so sluggish......

"She was late ten minutes ago, we don't have to wait for her, that guy won't be in this outskirts anyway." Nobunaga said quickly, and rushed out without waiting for Wojin to speak, he really didn't bother to continue wasting time here, you must know that although there is a lot of garbage, they need to find as many high-value items as possible to exchange for materials for future survival.

"Hey, hey, the two guys over there seem to be against March!" Not far from the junction between the inner and outer areas of Meteor Street, a girl with blue and purple hair in her hand and a protective suit is confronting two strange guys, yes, strangers to this area.

"What are you guarding? I could feel it, and my intuition told me it was something of value. March, the girl in the protective suit, looked at the two boys in front of her with a cold look on her face, and couldn't help but be a little puzzled.

"Where are you from, I haven't seen you, are you new?"

She had left her house early to pick up the garbage in the outer area as usual, but a whim in her heart as she passed by made her stop in front of this inconspicuous mountain of garbage, and just as she wanted to dig deeper, the two guys appeared and stared at her.

Silent, silent.

But the warning was already in place.

Their actions ignited an even greater curiosity in March's heart - treasures! Only a treasure could make these two children who looked about their age resist so much!

The protective suit in his hand was thrown to the ground by March, and at some point there was a glimmer of crystal light in his hand, it was a silk thread, or a weapon?

At the moment when the silk thread appeared, the two boys on the opposite side also made their first movements after meeting.

One of the slightly thin green-haired boys directly picked up a rusty iron bar in his hand, and when this iron strip appeared in his hand that seemed to be used as a weapon, the whole person's temperament changed qualitatively - sharp!

At that moment, March felt the pressure coming from her heart, causing her pupils to involuntarily contract into a point!

If you can't move, you'll die!

There was only one line of prompts in his mind, and this oppressive momentum made March freeze directly in place, and sweat gradually covered his forehead.

"Alright, she's just a little girl." The slightly shorter, brown-haired boy made a slightly languid sound, causing his companion to put away his momentum.

"I'm sorry, I'm bothering me this time, I'll send an apology later, and I'll keep the treasure a secret." The moment the momentum disappeared, March gasped, for the first time she felt that the air was so sweet, but she was not as weak as ordinary girls, she was very smart, and it was often difficult for people who were not smart to survive on Meteor Street - Wojin was a special case.

In this unsympathetic Meteor Street, it's better to leave things out of the way, and this perception is the conclusion they have come to from their upbringing. Therefore, although some people saw the confrontation between the three from a distance before, no one watched here - after all, picking up garbage is the theme of their lives, and those who love to watch the excitement often do not end well.

The two boys frowned and looked at each other as if reading each other's thoughts, and in the end it was the brown-haired boy who had been peacemakers before who took a step forward.

"First of all, we don't have any treasures, and secondly, if you can provide us with some water, we can't thank you enough."