Join the ranks of the exiles.

I am the soul, the third son of an extremely middle-class aristocrat from another world. Once possessed unrivaled superpowers, now they are sleeping. I had to keep a low profile.

Becoming stronger is the iron law of the last days, and only by being stronger can you live. But now, I'm weak.

There may be more to face today.

I've been walking in the wilderness for three days and three nights, with no food and no water.

Fortunately, the physique is perverted, and there is no sense of weakness.

During these three days, the body showed no signs of recovery. The stinging sensation was even worse, and the Calamity had never appeared.

Perhaps, I will never be able to regain my abilities. Of course, I'm just saying maybe.

The soul's head kept spinning, and he looked up into the distance.

There seemed to be an industrial base there, and he was a little thirsty.

He longs for water, but where is it in this wasteland?

The factory built on the wasteland looked like it was scrapped from afar.

The soul stood on a mound full of weeds, looking into the distance.

A team of more than a dozen people is rushing towards this side, and the leader is a big fat man, who never expected this guy to be the first to run.

"Run, the factory is going to explode." The big fat man kept waving his round right hand and shouting at the soul.

And the wind and sand were very strong, but the soul did not hear clearly what these people were saying.

"What's wrong?"

"To... Burst... (inaudible)

"What?"

The soul looked up at the factory behind these people, and suddenly, there was an earth-shattering bang. The huge building in the center of the chemical plant suddenly collapsed and burst open, and the visual shock of the close range made the soul a little stunned for a while.

The fat man rushed to the soul in the blink of an eye, and he threw it down, rolling down the slope with the people in overalls behind him.

"Bang!" There was another loud bang, and the other industrial buildings around it began to crumble, and the whole thing was like a chain reaction. It keeps producing collapse.

A terrifying wave of air currents swept away in all directions.

The soul and the others leaned against the slope of the mound, and behind them were the heat and the flames that soared into the sky. The sound of a tiny explosion crackling kept reaching my ears, and the heat heated the mound hot.

Stay until the explosion knots

Bundle, the soul is about to turn its head. was held down by the fat man, and then he looked outside: "I'm dripping mom." ”

"It's a big smoke."

The soul was weak and didn't immediately react to the hand that was holding his head.

"Hey, what are you doing?" The soul took the fat man's hand away, with a faint anger.

"Boy, you look like you're in the last days. So sluggish, if I hadn't just dragged you off that mound. Maybe you're dead kid by now. The fat man's voice was a little proud.

"Oh, thank you for that." The soul said this on the surface, but in his heart he had already begun to scold his mother: "This kid is too arrogant." ”

"That's right, that's right. You'll have to mess with me from now on. This last day is very sinister, what zombies, capable people, underworlds, rebels, a lot of them.

So I don't usually believe in anyone. But... Seeing that you kid is so woody, I will accept you as my subordinate. The fat man decided on his own. And he rejoiced in this way for a long time.

"You've been pretending to be a big guy for a long time?" The soul was visibly disdainful.

"Oh, don't say it. Lao Tzu always appears in dangerous places to save people from fire and water. The big fat man patted the soul on the shoulder and continued.

"Do you see these workers behind me? was surrounded by zombies in the scrapped factory, three days and three nights, and I didn't eat a bite. If I hadn't risked my life, they would all have died there. The fat man continued to boast.

"By the way, there's one more thing." The fat man pulled out a pistol from his waist.

"See, no, real guns. I've never touched it, it's from the Survivor Alliance. The fat man smiled proudly.

The soul didn't say much, he was a little weak: "Can you take me to find something to eat?" I haven't eaten in days. ”

"Wow, no wonder you kid talks like that. Come and call Big Brother and I'll give it to you. The fat man pulled out a wafer from his underwear pocket.

"Big brother." The soul took a gun and passed the wafer, and then looked at the fat man: "Are you all bored? ”

When the fat man heard this big brother, he immediately started talking.

"Hey, it's not boring. It's not boring to have you there. Let's go, I still have wafers here. Take you to a safe place. As he spoke, the fat man waved his hand and took a big stride to think about walking far away.

The surviving workers were all behind him, their souls lying on the slope. The stinging pain came again.

"Uhh The soul felt like it was being pricked by needles all over its body, and the terrifying feeling was almost suffocating.

"Hey, boy. Hurry up, we're back at base before dark. The fat man stood dozens of meters away and waved and shouted.

But the soul became more and more blurred in the severe pain.

"Damn, what the hell is going on?" The soul held its head, and the expression on its face kept changing because of the severe pain. It's a nightmare, it's so uncomfortable. The soul felt like every part of its body was pierced, and the tingling of the nerves kept coming from under every piece of skin.

"What's wrong with him?" The fat man looked at the soul in an abnormal state, a little puzzled and surprised.

He hurriedly ran over, but saw that the soul had passed out with his eyes closed.

"Big brother, take us first. Leave him alone, this kind of dragging goods is not worthy of living in this last days. ”

"yes, he's going to kill us." Another worker also said.

The fat man glanced at the two workers: "It's okay." ”

"Hey, hey. Why don't we rummage through him for anything of value? One of them was clearly greedy again.

"You two put my brother on his back, and he won't wake up, so you are not allowed to put it down." The fat man said, and another worker clutched his chest and secretly screamed.

The two workers were stunned, and immediately looked at the big fat man and said eagerly: "Big brother, you can't do this." ”

The fat man was obviously a little annoyed, and he pulled out the pistol from his waist and pointed it at the worker's head: "Do you carry it?" If you don't carry it, you will die here? ”

"Back... The worker raised his hand, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. He looked terrified.

The fat man took back his gun, and then walked forward to lead the way: "Lao Tzu is the most annoying to you selfish guys, if you say such things again in the future, be careful that I will kill you all." ”

The fat man said as he pulled out his gun again and raised it in the air, so frightened that the two of them dodged in fright.

He withdrew his gun and kissed it fiercely.

"Let's go, it's going to be dark if you don't go."

...

A week later, the soul awoke from its sleep. He looked around and it was in a closed military tent.

The curtains were lowered on both sides, and all sorts of rusty old guns and some military supplies were placed around him, and he slept on a hardwood bed. The quilt is unusually thin, and it is a little diaphragmatic when lying down.