The sky was gray, and the sunlight could not penetrate it, as if it was covered with a black veil, which made people feel extremely oppressive.

The ground was rocky and cold.

Near a bare stone mountain, guns roared and flames flew away.

The obsidian mountain is as tall and steep as a knife and axe, with sharp edges and corners. The mirror-like stone face flashed with dazzling fire, but it was fleeting, dissolving into the darkness.

Looking up, a massive humanoid creature was climbing the mountain wall. It is tens of meters tall, with a pair of huge recurved horns, a sheep's head and human body, thick and powerful limbs, and a lizard-like tail rolled behind it.

The skin was rough and thick, showing a dark red color of blood crusts, and it was crawling with bulging blood vessels, which was terrifying. There seems to be magma and fire flowing under the cortex, and with the ups and downs of the chest, it shrinks and shrinks, flickering and darkening.

Its nostrils were constantly spewing hot steam, as if its whole body was enveloped in flames.

"Tweet ......"

The screech of the cannonballs exploded on the side of its face, from far to near. Suddenly, the dust of rubble rose into the sky, like a fountain.

Turning his head, he saw a mecha with a shoulder cannon resistance coming out from behind the mountain.

"Roar!" The Abyssal Demon let out a loud roar, grabbed the large rock beside him, and slammed it into it with a round arm.

The mechmaster in the cockpit had pushed the stick to its limit, as if it was about to break it. But he still didn't avoid the fate of being hit, only a muffled sound was heard, and the mecha flew backwards, and the parts flew in all directions, spewing out several black fuels, which crashed into the mountain and exploded.

The orange-red flames danced on the angular stone face, like thousands of sparks.

"Dada!" "Dada!"

At about the same time, two wing-shaped mechs shaped like ostriches with two slender mechanical legs rushed to the left and right in the chaotic rocks with canine teeth.

From the front, in front of the egg-shaped cockpit and under the dark green windshield, three large white characters are painted - thunder light group.

Under the iron wings, four drum Vulcan cannons were spinning at high speed, spitting tongues of fire one after another, firing a string of bullets as dense as a curtain of beads.

The Great Demon erupted with sparkling fire, and the rubble crumbled where it climbed, and the sand flew and dust filled the sky.

"Well done!" "Kill him!" "Kill!" Behind the stone bunkers that dotted the mountains, a burst of excited shouts erupted.

Soldiers in gray-and-white tarpaulin uniforms poked their heads out, holding assault rifles, and shooting wildly at the big demons above.

But the high morale only lasted less than three seconds before it was torn to pieces. I saw that the big demon swooped forward, twisted his body the moment he landed, and swept over with a tail. In an instant, the dust was churning, like a giant python flicking its tail, and the steel whip was whipping, as fast as lightning.

The two winged mechs couldn't dodge and were torn apart on the spot. The driver smashed the windshield, and half of his body hung outside, his flesh and blood blurred, and he was extremely miserable.

The intense gunfire came to an abrupt end.

The soldiers were dumbfounded, as if stunned by the cruel sight. After being stunned for a while, they all ducked back behind the stones.

"Boss, what should I do?"

Not far behind the Great Demon, behind a cracked obsidian, a tall and fat soldier, holding a bazooka nearly two meters long, asked another man with a silver star on his epaulette and the appearance of a captain.

"Wait for orders." The man poked his head out of the crack in the stone, looked at the huge back covered with bone spurs, swallowed hard, and replied. Then with trembling hands, he took out the aluminum military kettle, twisted it, and poured it.

"Thunder Light Regiment, all charge!"

Suddenly, a hoarse shout came over the intercom. The man shuddered, and the kettle fell to the ground.

The two looked at each other, both a little stunned.

"Boss, what should I do?" The fat soldier asked with some weakness, the meaning in his eyes was incomprehensible.

Isn't charging at this thing looking for death?

"What else...... "The captain smiled wryly, "Do you want to be a deserter?" ”

"Alas......" The fat soldier clenched his fist and pounded his thigh hard.

"Kill!" "Da Da Da!" "Turbulence!" "Boom, boom!"

The next moment, shouts of killing, gunshots, eruptions of rockets, and explosions resounded through the stone mountain.

"Let's go!" The captain gritted his teeth, picked up his assault rifle, and rushed out in the lead. The fat soldier took the bazooka and followed.

The figure in front of him is like a high-rise building, covering the sky. The eyes that flowed with lava were like a rising sun. The dull roar was even more deafening, as if the heavens and the earth were trembling.

On the cold and dark ground, among the rocks, thousands of soldiers, like ant colonies, rushed forward one after another......

Eventually, everything went to darkness.

The roaring artillery fire faded away, turning into a silent nothingness.

Time flowed silently, silently.

I don't know how long it took, maybe a few hours, maybe a few months, maybe a few years.

In a dilapidated bunker, a young man in his early twenties woke up.

"I ...... Where am I? ”

With a blank look on his face, he said to himself as he looked at the half-iron, half-masonry house.

His name is Chen Xing, and he is a time-traveler from the earth. It has been fifteen years since I traveled to this near-future parallel world.

He remembered the last moment, still fighting the Abyss Demon. And in the final scene, he tilted his head and watched as his huge palm slapped down from above. He only felt the sky darken, and then he lost consciousness. Normally, he should have turned into a puddle of pâté. Dead can't be dead anymore.

He subconsciously raised his hand and looked at the electronic watch on his wrist. This is a multi-functional watch with a jet-black body and buttons on both sides, which looks very sturdy. A two-finger-wide bar screen displays glowing green characters.

[Dr2612-5-16，am 9：30]

[State of life: sub-health]

[Mental Power Level: -10]

[Protection Class: 0 (Normal Clothing)]

[Note: Not in satellite coverage]

Seeing the time, Chen Xing first froze for a moment, but soon understood that he was reborn again. The first rebirth was from the earth, and the second was when he returned fifteen years later.

"I wonder if if I will be reborn if I die again?"

He couldn't help but think. The first life was an earthling, the second life was a mercenary captain, and now it's the third life. Although he thought so in his heart, he would not be stupid enough to really confirm it.

Well, since God has given him another chance, then live better. Of course, what is going to the pinnacle of life and trampling the whole world under his feet, he has never thought about it. In this cruel world, it's good to survive, it's not like you can have some means to get through the sky by living again, at best, it's more explicit when faced with a choice.

After figuring out the situation, he began to inspect his belongings.

Rummaging through the cabinets in the room, his whole net worth was a few clothes, a small money bag containing three gold coins, five silver coins, and seven copper coins, and an electronic watch on his wrist.

This watch is produced by West Africa, the full name is "multi-functional data information processing sub-terminal", which integrates many functions such as communication, social networking, scanning, physical digitization, banking, and transactions, referred to as "identity table", or "cyber watch" and "black table".

Chen Xing's original identity was at the bottom of the society, and he was still at the bottom of the society after crossing over, so he, like most people at the bottom, liked to use the simple and crude term "black table".

The black form is the "identity system client" developed by the "Human Survival Management Committee" after the "cataclysm". The so-called cataclysm is that centuries ago, there was a large-scale invasion of otherworldly creatures, and human beings could not resist it, so they had to put a nuclear bomb and everyone finished playing together.

After each citizen reaches the age of 10, he can go to the nearby town hall to enter a DNA fragment and obtain an electronic watch that is waterproof, shockproof, and anti-friction, and is driven by solar and mechanical energy.

People who do not have a black watch are excluded from human society and are called "outcasts". Of course, if a black watch is lost or damaged, it can be replaced with a small fee.

However, the DNA fragment is the only document that records the information of the person. When the "social credit" falls to the freezing point, or if a serious crime is committed, you will be deprived of the right to use the black list.

In the eyes of citizens, displaced people are like wild animals. Although they will not be deliberately killed, they will not be dealt with or traded, because there is no guarantee at all.

Without a black watch, not only can you not carry out "digital scanning", but you will also not be able to trade normally, or participate in various social activities, such as making friends, getting married, or tasks posted in the nearest town hall, or personal bounty tasks, or contacting business, etc.

The Black Watch has a real-time hologram automatic upload function, which records everything that happens around the user. If you are involved in a violation of the law and are prosecuted, it can easily be proven. However, that is within the range of satellite signals. Once left, the black list could not upload images to the satellite, making it difficult to define the facts of the crime.

Places where there is no satellite signal are often referred to as "marginal zones", or "danger zones" or "zero zones". In such a region, the social credit score will slowly decline, and the rate of decline will increase as the length of time of disappearance increases.

Generally speaking, if the signal is lost for more than three years, the social credit value will drop to the freezing point and you will become a displaced person.

Chen Xing is now in a small town on the edge of the area, and he is in a state of disconnection, but as long as he connects to the network in a nearby regular town within three months, his credit score will not drop.

He pressed the largest long menu button at the bottom of the watch to bring up his current body data.

[Name: Chen Xing]

[ID: HumMr2005814977369]

[Social Credit: Good-]

[Health Status: Sub-health (3% of Living Corpse Toxin)]

[Strength: 11]

[Dexterity: 15]

[constitution: 9]

[Psychic Power: Uninitiated] [Unknown Defect: Psychic Perception Dulled (-10)]

[Innate ability: None]

[Registered Skills (Dragonstone Town Hall): Precision Shooting (Intermediate), Survival in the Wild (Beginner), Two-Wheeled Motorcycle Driving (Master), Legal Knowledge (Beginner)]

[Registered Spell: None]

[Registered Occupation (Dragonstone Mountain Town Hall): Mercenary (Beginner), Courier (Senior)]

[Unregistered (System Assessment Only) Skills: Cooking (Looks OK), Cleanliness (Looks Good), Surgical (Seems to be Bandaging), Numeracy (Ordinary Compound Arithmetic), Eloquence (Can Bargain with Little Girls), ......]

[Unregistered (System Evaluation Only) Spell: None]

[Gold: 3 gold, 5 silver, 7 bronze (cash), 5 gold, 2 silver, 3 bronze 6 cents (bank)]

In the identification number, Hum stands for "fully human". During the cataclysm, many women were violated by heterotopic creatures, giving birth to various "half-humans" with special bloodlines. Mr stands for male and Ms. stands for female. The last thirteen-digit number is the file number of the DNA fragment.

His social credit is "Good-", and there are three levels of excellent, immaculate, and sage above, and four grades of medium, low, negative, and freezing point below. But if the social credit is below the "average", basically no one will want to trade.

Strength refers to muscle strength, agility refers to nerve reaction speed, and constitution refers to cell activity, that is, the ability to resist blows, poison and disease, and recovery. Spiritual power is relatively special, after the cataclysm, some human beings can sense and absorb the spiritual energy in the air, and use it.

The so-called spell is the release of psionic energy in a specific way to generate force. There are only about four types, which are Protection, Rapid Medic, Energy Impact, and Weapon Amplification.

It may be because of the traverser, there is no aura in the air of the earth, so Chen Xing's spiritual power is not only in an unenlightened state, but also belongs to the category of low spiritual energy perception, and it takes ten "spiritual power enhancers" to have a chance of enlightenment. In other words, it is necessary to consume ten more spiritual power enhancers than others.

In his previous life, until he died, he had never enlightened his spiritual power, and he was full of bitterness. In this life, you have to enlighten your spiritual power if you say anything, otherwise it will be too passive to fight against heterotopic creatures.

But then again, the data in the black table can only be used for reference, and there are still some differences from the real situation. Even though Siffil claims to be 97.93 percent accurate, in reality, the error rate is widespread.

To put it simply, under holographic scanning, the shooting of a gun, the speed at which the bullet is discharged, and the impact force caused by a certain distance can all be tested. However, the situation is changing rapidly, including the black table itself, there are also small errors, and the data cannot be 100% accurate.

It is also possible for a person who appears to be "healthy" to die suddenly. In the same way, his state of low spiritual perception does not need to be injected with ten boosters to awaken, maybe a few, or maybe dozens......

He remembered that after the last crossing, his eyes were black, and many days passed in chaos, until he ran out of money to eat, and then he hardened his head and began to think of ways to make money. This time we can't do this, we must take advantage of our youth and strength to strive to climb to higher heights and live a better life.

So, he began to plan his next steps.

The first priority, of course, is to make money. In this world, there are two ways to make money, either go to a larger town to find a stable job, like him with a good social credit value, with his previous work experience, it is still possible to be a courier. But that's just enough to make ends meet, and I can't afford to buy enhancement potions, and that's it for the rest of my life. The other is what he is now, a combat profession.

Mercenaries are a very casual profession, that is, running around, hunting mutated creatures in the wilderness for money, or protecting caravans, etc.

The reason why his original body came here was to hunt the ghouls and the living dead around the town. As a result, he died before he left the school, and as soon as he went out, he encountered a green living dead, who was beaten to the point of losing his armor and fleeing in the wilderness. Although he eventually escaped back to the town, he still died of poison and died at home, so he was allowed to cross over.

Due to the presence of the mayor in the town, that is, the "Guardian of the Wilderness", the corpses did not dare to approach easily. As long as you can escape back to the town, you're basically safe. Of course, if you attract someone more powerful than the mayor, the whole place will be ruined.

In the fringe town where he is now, the mayor is a "baron-level" guardian of the wilderness, as long as he doesn't run into a group of corpses led by the golden living dead, or an abyss demon above medium size, he can still block it.

Since all the equipment of the original body was lost, if he didn't want to go back to work as a courier now, he had to find a way to get some equipment, and then go out to hunt the corpse dog, and then exchange the corpse of the corpse for money, and gradually develop.

The corpses of mutated creatures are the main ingredient for refining enhancement potions. To put it bluntly, what the lords of various places earn is the processing fee for refining the "enhanced potion" of the "mutant corpse". It's just that the processing fee is really expensive.

But then again, even if he wanted to go back to Dragonstone now and be an honest courier, he would only die in various situations without equipment, such as being besieged by stray corpse dogs, or being attacked by homeless people.

Total assets: 8 gold, 8 silver, 6 percent.

Well, that six centimeters are negligible. So, what can you do with this money?

Chen Xing recalled carefully, it should still be enough to buy a second-hand pistol and three cartridges of ammunition. As for protective clothing or something, you can not do it for the time being. Based on his fifteen years of experience and experience, this is just a novice village.

So, he changed into a mercenary uniform made of tarpaulin and went straight out.

Leaving the tattered bunker, walking through a shack area and bypassing several groups of scavengers who were warming themselves around burning oil drums, he made his way to the streets of the town.

This town has a nice name and is called "Orchid Town". But it has nothing to do with the beautiful and noble orchids, and it is full of squalor and chaos, alcohol, drugs, warblers, thugs, criminals, and scavengers. The name is probably just a joke for the mayor. Each human gathering place can be regarded as the territory of the local guardians, and they can be named whatever they want, such as "Beauty Town" and "Roast Duck Town", which abound.

On the street, the shops are half-open and half-closed, scattered and scattered, a cold scene. This is a small town on the margins, and there are not many citizens, but there are many homeless people.

After a while, Chen Xing turned into a shop with two guns painted on a signboard.

"Hi little handsome guy, we meet again. What do you want this time? A seventeen or eighteen-year-old, tall, sweet-looking girl walked up, shook Bai Shengsheng's arm, and greeted him.

Although the girl is not very old, there is mature charm between her eyebrows. Purity and enchantment are perfectly reflected in her. The voice, like a yellow warbler out of the valley, makes people feel comfortable to hear, and the shock of the white snow is even more seductive and leads people to commit crimes.

At least, there's 36D......

However, Chen Xing did not squint and was not moved by beauty. Because he later learned how dangerous this seemingly innocent and lovely girl was, and what a crazy and bloodthirsty heart she had. And, after he walked out of the town and visited other weapon shops, he realized how miserable his original body was.

The pistol bullets of five copper plates were sold by her for one and a half silver coins, and the pistol, which was claimed to be a brand new pistol, was dumb in the first shot. The grenade that was thrown out, and it took a few minutes before exploding, it was simply a time/bomb with no legal time. It can be said that a large part of the death of the original body should be blamed on this femme fatale.

And many years later, he learned that this girl named "Alia" has a half-demon bloodline, and is the most powerful "Fire Demon Bloodline", and her strength in the later stage has reached the king level, and she is the most powerful existence in the entire Orchid Town, and even in the entire "Ambergris River" basin.

To put it simply, it is a boss disguised as a novice, running to the novice village to eat and drink, and deceive newcomers for fun.

But now, she shouldn't be so powerful, at most she is a quasi-baron.

It stands to reason that he shouldn't have come here to buy things, and should have gone to the back alley to find a vendor to buy. It's dark, but it's nowhere near as dark as it is here. If it is said that it is a "black store", it can be described as a "black hole".

But the problem is that he doesn't have enough money. Something had to be pulled out of the teeth of this humanoid tyrannosaurus.

In the previous life, at the beginning, he didn't know that his predecessor had been pitted. He stayed up in the shack until he ran out of money to eat, and then waited for a slightly reliable caravan, and then followed them to Dragonstone Town, resumed his old business, worked as a courier for two years, and saved a little money, and then set sail again.

In this life, no matter how it is, you should get some justice back, for yourself and for your predecessor.

Thinking like this, he quietly swept the girl with his watch......