After killing people, Chen Xing sat on the ground with no strength, and it took a while to recover from his nervousness.

His life was hanging by a thread just now, and it was almost the most dangerous situation that he had ever encountered in his three lives. He couldn't help but sigh a little, he didn't bring an umbrella bag with him when he skydived, and the survival rate was estimated to be lower than winning the lottery, but he actually survived, as if in a dream, everything seemed so unreal.

But anyway, he survived. Then he spent twenty minutes, which is a very luxurious thing at this point in time and environment, to fantasize about how to take revenge and humiliate the eldest princess of the Red Dragon Principality after he has absolutely strong strength in the future. He even thought of learning various professional torture techniques to bring Sadeism on Earth to the extreme.

Next, he scooped the two punks and their supply boxes. Most of them were of little use to him, except for the standard small-caliber / rifle bullets, the rest of the guns and ammunition were worse than his, and the Mitsubishi bayonet was of little use to him. In terms of food, it is the same as his, it is the official standard ration of the Red Dragon Principality, ten days of military rations.

Chen Xing's weight-bearing capacity was limited, so he dug a shallow pit and buried his things, marking them with stones as a backup supply point.

Originally, he had only six cartridges of rifle ammunition, each with 30 rounds, for a total of 180 rounds, which was not enough. The two punks carried eight cartridges, but the magazines were different, and the bullets had to be taken out and packed in cloth bags. More than 200 rounds were replenished, a total of more than 400, which was basically enough.

Neither of them had any money with them, only a few copper plates, and it was estimated that they were destitute, and then they took risks and were arrested.

After disposing of the loot, Chen Xing sorted out his backpack and firearms again. The backpack he used was the "Desert Walker III", made of high-strength waterproof fiber cloth, with a volume of 60L and a maximum load capacity of 100Kg, carrying the same volume of gold nuggets.

The M4 assault rifle, the Night Stalker, and the sheath knife were strapped horizontally to the upper part of the backpack, which was done to facilitate walking. The reinforced silver star was hung on the left side of the armed belt, and the cleaving knife was hung on the right side, again for long walks.

Most of the Black Death Continent has no roads, and the relatively flat wasteland is also full of gravel, and even locomotives can't be driven, let alone other vehicles. Here, most of the time is on foot.

In addition to the rations, there was also a survival manual for the Black Death Continent in the supply box, which was also officially rationed.

Turn the first page, which reads:

Survival Guide

Hello, exile, I would like to express my heartfelt thanks to you on behalf of the Human Survival Council, the United Kingdom of Ambergris, the Red Dragon Duchy, and the Hall of the Monitor Lizard City.

As we all know, the Black Death Continent was the hardest hit area of the cataclysm, with a total of 311 nuclear bombs dropped here, with a total yield of more than 70 million tons.

It is filled with radioactive and mutated organisms, as well as unstable space debris with explosive powers exceeding 10 million tons. And the reason why you are here is to eliminate all instability and return this land to the embrace of humanity.

In a sense, you are a great trailblazer!

Explorers, battle heroes, or whatever.

Although your deeds are not destined to go down in history, we all know that you have given quietly, whether by force or will.

Maybe this will be your amusement park, because you don't have the word "rules" in your blood, or you wouldn't be sent here, would you?

Here, all your actions are legal. Whether it is rape and plunder, murder and arson, even if it is an attack on a safe place, it is a matter of course. But all this only if you have enough strength and are not afraid of death.

As your guide and as an older person who has been through many vicissitudes but has done little to contribute to the world, I would like to give you a little advice.

It's okay to kill, but don't take pleasure in killing.

If the number of kills is so large that it affects the normal operation of the Black Death Continent, thus attracting the attention of the upper echelons and sending legendary powerhouses to greet you, I am afraid that nothing good will happen.

But I don't think you have that kind of strength, at least for now. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here, listening to the nagging of an old man like me.

Soldiers, pay attention!

There are no supplies, no support, and no pensions. If you're lucky enough to survive here for ten years and be able to provide proof of killing enough mutated creatures, congratulations, you can apply to be evacuated from any safe place, return to society, join any nationality, and gain a new, flawless identity.

Okay, that's all for gossip, let's get to the point.

The Black Dead Continent is divided into 49 regions, and the map of each region is bound to a survival manual according to the page number, indicating the location of all the safe places.

In the safe, you can buy everything you need, but only if you have enough gold or proof of a mutated creature kill.

Finally, good luck!

Before departure, he was told that he would skydive in Area 27. He flipped to the map of the area in the manual and found that the lines of the drawing were very simple, and only black and white, and very roughly outlined the basic terrain, mountains, highlands, plains, rivers, etc., and then the safe place marked with an asterisk.

Twenty or more areas, each area has a security station, which is said to be directly managed by the main computer, Nova. However, he didn't know the specific situation, no one had told him, these were all things he had heard from others when he was a mercenary in his previous life. After all, there are very few people who can come back from the Black Death Continent, and even if they do, they won't go around telling others. Returnees will receive a new profile, a new name, and a new identification number, and all disgraced history will be erased. Just ask, who will expose their ugliness when they are full?

It took Chen Xing more than two hours to finally find his approximate location on the map. It is more than thirty kilometers from the safety of the 27th arrondissement, and it takes seven or eight hours to walk.

I looked at the metal watch on my wrist, and it was now two past five o'clock in the afternoon. The watch, which he found in the chairman's office of the World Bank on his left hand, has a beautiful red surface and green gemstones.

The time is calculated in a similar way here, with a lap every twelve hours. The time difference is about one minute, so you can adjust it by one minute every day.

When Chen Xinggang crossed over to this world, he was very curious about why there are also suns, moons, and human civilizations similar to those on earth, but the continental plates are different, and the direction and process of science and technology are different.

To do this, he consulted a lot of information.

In the realm of space, the Supreme God Cult, one of the three major sects, has a complete set of theories. Their followers are known as the "Black Tower Scholars" and believe in the "Dimensional Occult". Academically, they are more inclined to the study of the paranormal, while the "White Tower Scholars" of Ivory City are more inclined to study in the fields of physics and chemistry.

The dimensional occult is an extension of the Void Occult of the Fourth Sage Luo Ning. Strictly speaking, it belongs to a branch of the Void Occult. But the followers of the Supreme Cult have always claimed that the dimensional occult was discovered by their founder, Donald, in the ancient texts of the World Fragment. However, the controversy over the academic source has always been fruitless, that is, the after-dinner conversation, and no one cares.

Blacktower scholars believe that in the multiverse, all single universes are homologous and similar.

At the beginning of its birth, the universe was like a chick that had just hatched from an egg, and the composition and structure were the same, with only differences in details. Then over the long course of development, the differences between the single universes have grown larger and greater depending on the environment and random influences.

According to Chen Xing's understanding, all single universes are parallel spaces of the earth, and the earth is also the parallel space of other single universes. Because of the different developments of each one, there are morphological differences.

Since the multiverse is endless, so are similar human worlds.

A good example of this is the left-handed world, which is very similar to the earth, both in terms of technology and traditional culture, but with its own characteristics and characteristics.

The expansion and development of the universe is also mentioned in the dimensional occult.

Luo Ning divides the changes of the single metaverse into three periods, the completion period, the shell breaking period, and the end-of-life period.

The dimensional occult follows this theory and proposes a new theory based on it.

When the spatial barrier breaks, the universe expands, then recloses, or is destroyed.

The rupture of spatial barriers may be influenced by external factors, or it may be an inevitable law of internal development. In the process from the birth of life to the withering, a certain amount of "spiritual energy" is generated, that is, spiritual energy. When a single universe has gone through a long period of time, the accumulation of psionic energy will be so huge that the universe cannot carry it, breaking through the space barrier.

Subsequently, the universe entered the period of breaking the shell and communicated with the void. During this period, it is possible that the universe will return to the period of perfection due to the self-repair of the space barriers.

These two processes are known as "psionic depletion" and "psionic revival".

The universe has moved from the completion period to the shell-breaking period, and the universe has recovered from the shell-breaking period to the completion period, and the universe has been "spiritually exhausted" for it.

In the process, the universe will gradually expand and develop into a higher universe.

And if this process fails, the universe will be destroyed, and the fragments will enter the undercurrent of space-time.

The dimensional occult is arguably the most convincing spatial scholarship out there, and can explain most of the situation. Of course, like any other academic science, there are times when dimensional occultism cannot be explained.

The universe is vast and endless. In contrast, human beings are so small that they can only see the tip of the iceberg and a drop in the ocean.

Just as Chen Xing was thinking about the philosophy of the universe and walking among the messy stones, the black earth under his feet suddenly moved. There was a slight tingling sensation in his scalp, and he immediately moved sideways.

Immediately after, the ground heaved and cracked, and a fountain of earth erupted. In the black smoke, a shadow snaked out. It looks like a dragon, with teeth and claws.

Chen Xing kept retreating, the black dust gradually dispersed, and finally saw the true body of the shadow clearly. The skin is smooth and earthy red, with a dark flesh ring on the neck and fangs in the mouthparts.

He immediately recognized it, it was a scorched earth earthworm, one of the most common mutated creatures in the Black Death Continent, omnivorous, digging holes in the ground, territorial and often sneaking up on travelers passing by. If he hadn't sensed danger just now, he would have been embarrassed even if he wasn't injured.

Chen Xing immediately took off his assault rifle and shot at the scorched earth earthworm. It is said that this thing has rough skin and thick flesh, and it is difficult to kill.

"Whew!"

A shuttle of bullets fired, and the scorched earthworm let out a painful wail, twisted its body, and retracted into the earth.