Luojia Star, belonging to the fourth administrative region of the Galaxy Federation, is the most remote star in the Federation's territory, and the planet that should have only been codenamed was named after the sacrificial supreme general, Major General Luojia, because of the outbreak of several brutal battles to defend the Federation. Although it is an exception, it is still forgotten by most people.

There is a thick layer of space junk floating around the planet, and the only safe route is the unique passage that belongs to the planet's administrators, and it will take two months for a batch of supplies below the federal per capita level to be delivered to the planet. Most people are still struggling with hunger and poverty.

District 22, the central city is still brightly lit and full of people. It was almost evening, and under the gray sky, two completely different situations, lively and deadly, were extremely harmonious.

In an abandoned factory thirty kilometers from the city, there is a mess of industrial waste everywhere, and fragments of mecha damaged in battle that cannot be repaired are also piled up everywhere, and on this resource-poor planet, the people in power do not have so much energy and kindness to deal with this garbage, and those free labor in the slums will help them solve the problems of these mortals, and at the same time save the government a lot of money, why not.

Surrounded by a silent wilderness, there were occasional squeaks. At this time, in a corner of the factory, sparks flashed from time to time, a bonfire burned quietly, and a slender figure was reflected on the ruins.

Mu Fan, 17 years old, he didn't know who his parents were, his adoptive parents told him that he was picking up waste when he was picking up waste, behind a garbage can, it was just dawning, the light of the stars against the horizon evenly and softly shining on the baby's face, his adoptive father picked up the child and found that two signs had fallen off his body, a dark yellow wooden plate engraved with "Mu", and a jet-black metal plate engraved with "Fan".

didn't think too much about the order of these two words, in line with the principle of smoothness, his adoptive father, who was fortunate enough to read a few books, named him Mu Fan. He didn't ask his adoptive parents when he was ignorant in his childhood, but when he was a little older, his adoptive parents went out to scavenge during a star thief attack and were taken away by a stray bullet. Mu Fan didn't have more opportunities to ask about the original details. That year, he was ten years old.

Mu Fan doesn't like to talk much, but he is very sensible. He didn't cry when he got the news, he went back to the dilapidated hut to find the tattered leather gloves he had picked up from the waste, and came out to help people he didn't know, near and far. Transporting, going to restaurants on the outskirts of the city to brush dishes, sending couriers to official city citizens, coming back to find scrap in the garbage piled up in factories to sell... I am the only one left, and I have to live.

This is the seventh year since my parents died. Mu Fan raised his head and glanced at the bonfire in front of him, and continued to lower his head to polish a knife that shone with a cold light. I haven't taken care of my appearance too much, a trivial black hair, a not strong body, a good height, the moment I raise my eyelids, my brown pupils are revealed, but if I look closely, I find that in the depths of my brown pupils, there is a flash of red from time to time, like a rose and like precipitated blood.

At this time, in the No. 22 urban area, the weather was getting cooler, and Mu Fan was wearing a coat sewn from canvas and a pair of oil-stained work pants. Taking advantage of the rest of the night, he came out to polish his weapon, the dagger polished from industrial alloys. He was at an age when he was hungry easily, and the money he earned from going out to work every week would go to the second-hand book market to collect the books that were packaged and sold. The rest of the money is two packs of the lowest synthetic food that a normal person can eat every day, but he can only maintain it from starvation, and if he doesn't go out to find food by himself, it means that he will always maintain this status quo.

One day, on the way back, he saw an old vulture just flying up not far away, and he was curious to see a black shadow falling from the sky, it was half a plant rat. In the jumping flames, Mu Fan tasted the taste of meat for the first time.

One of the survival standards Mu Fan set for himself was to go out hunting twice a week. Whether it is a large animal or a small animal, whether it is alive or dead, to have a harvest is a victory, and he needs this energy so much, because he clearly feels the desire of the cells in his body for that kind of meat.

"Huh" The last spark splashed out, Mu Fan put away the dagger, lightly supported the blade in his left hand, and looked at the firelight, he narrowed his eyes, revealing a satisfied look, tonight - he wants to eat meat!

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The night of Loga is as cold as steel, making people shiver from their bones.

Mu Fan walked in the wilderness with his upper body exposed, the vertical and horizontal scars on his body were like battle medals, but the thin body highlighted the muscle lines of great natural beauty, which made people not doubt the explosive power hidden in this body.

Mu Fan didn't feel the kind of cold that the neighbors around him said, on the contrary, he just felt a kind of coldness that made his brain extremely calm and sober, which made him enjoy it very much, he didn't know why, he couldn't eat enough, but he found that his endurance seemed to be several times or more than the people around him, he had no idea, and he was not interested in asking.

Taking advantage of the cover of the night, Mu Fan, who had not attracted the slightest attention, had already run to the edge of a jungle fifteen kilometers away from the factory, and in the quiet night, Mu Fan seemed to be one with the land, only the steaming heat on his body indicated his existence.

There is a river here, but the biting river water at night is Mu Fan's favorite "treasure land" to wash the blood and sweat on his body, and if he is lucky, he can also catch a fat fish in the water, well, it tastes good when eaten raw, as long as it is meat!

Mu Fan's purpose today is to hunt a large animal, he feels that his body's hunger is getting stronger and stronger, the two plant rats in the past are now far from enough to meet his physical needs, he wants to eat more meat.

This jungle is already far away from the city, and on a remote, impoverished and backward planet like Loga, the administrators do not have the strength to put too many satellites to monitor it. One of the few human cities against nature, the jungle has maintained a very good appearance, and there are more powerful beasts, which for him, that is, more abundant food!

With a sigh, Mu Fan stopped, his bright eyes shone at this moment, he stood at the edge of the jungle, sniffing the breath of the beast not far away in the jungle. There's a mutant there! That's right, this powerful breath, he has already smelled the irritability in the blood of the mutant beast, and his stomach rumbles again, Mu Fan pursed his lips, and at this moment the red light surging in his eyes!

He wants to eat meat!

**It is the driving force of human beings, when the body that is developing wildly encounters hunger, it is enough for a person to burst out with incomparable motivation, not to mention Mu Fan, who is known to have a meaty taste!

Closing his eyes and opening them again, the faint strange red glow in Mu Fan's eyes completely subsided, but his eyes were extremely bright, and the surrounding night seemed to cease to exist, and the jungle, insects, and birds came into view clearly. He didn't know when he discovered that he had the ability to have a keen vision at night, and when he accidentally found several plant rats at night with the help of this ability, he began to deliberately train himself to master this seemingly god-given ability.

The night sky, thick clouds block the light reflected by the planets.

A "meteor" streaked across the atmosphere and shone over the clouds......