My surname is Envy Duck, and my name was given by my grandfather, which has the meaning of "only envy Mandarin Ducks and not envy immortals".

I think this probably means indifferent to fame and fortune, where are there any immortals in the world? It refers to substances such as high-ranking officials and generous people. If you think about it further, it is more of an aspiration, a value that is not kidnapped by worldly ideas.

No matter what my late grandfather was expecting, I didn't seem to have that quality. I still like money when I see it, and if I can have the opportunity to become a knight, I will not refuse. Moreover, I am quite, unfortunately there are no women. In the Iron Age, 90 percent of men had no women.

Before that, I never thought that I would be forced to commit suicide one day.

Why?

I would like to know too.

I don't understand why I'm like a male dog with a sperm in the brain, to fight this goddamn breeding war.

At this moment, I am in a place called Dijiangling.

Dijiangling, that sounds like a good name, right?

But there are no emperors or rivers here.

There are three things that are the norm here: suffering, death, and painful death.

Within a radius of 100 miles, there were corpses of young men with varying degrees of decay.

Most of the bones had not been completely buried in the sand, and the ragged clothes were faintly recognizable.

These garments, which may have once been colorful and colorful, are now dyed in both red and black.

Red is the blood that was once impatient, and black is the decay that is now calmly and unhurriedly.

Not long ago, I fought to the death with a man who looked to be about 30 years old. Little by little, I plunged the tip of the knife into his chest, and watched with pity as the light faded from his eyes, but I still didn't pay attention to the old punch.

Oh, the power that a person can burst out in the moment before death is really not to be underestimated.

"Actually, you don't have to work so hard, I survived, but I suffered more than you." I thought desperately. My lips were cracked, and my ribs on the right side of my body were still aching.

A few days ago, lying on a soft sofa and wearing VR glasses to do whatever you want in the virtual world, it was as far away as in the previous life.

Eventually, did I become a dying man?

A yellow-tailed fat scorpion crawled near me. I quietly and slowly raised the knife, and as it was about to crawl to my feet, I suddenly stabbed at it and slipped it through the knife.

Its limbs twitched, and it struggled in vain. Even you, come to play prestige with me? I threw it off the distance with disgust. Because of my inexplicable fear of arthropods, I try to avoid them, but when we meet on a narrow road, I am not afraid.

The poet said that man is the essence of the universe and the primate of all things, who can turn the vast desert into a rich oasis, can raze the steep mountains into a flat land, and can freely shuttle between the stars in the sky. I used to be convinced of this, but in the past few days, my faith cultivation has collapsed.

People are the most vulnerable here, with a lack of water, a harsh climate, rocky rocks, and even the hostile nature of sunlight. This evil light either scorches the earth, like a charcoal fire scorching a thick steak, and all living beings are but parasites on this steak; Or simply hide in the clouds, like a noble Führer who is afraid of assassination and never shows up.

Far on the horizon, there are cascading mountains and yellowed forests.

Where the woods can't reach, most of them are soft yellow sand. If you run wild in the sand, you will stumble if you are not careful.

If you break your foot here, you can kill yourself as soon as possible.

Not long ago, I was so tired that I took refuge in a half-man's high pit and wrapped myself in a sheepskin coat to ward off the wind.

On the left side of my thigh, I had a fist-sized bag of compressed biscuits and a jug with only about a third of fresh water left.

On the right is a razor-sharp wilderness survival knife, which has become my most loyal companion in this treacherous place where "any creature is an enemy", and I stick it in the sand.

In addition to self-defense, I was mentally prepared to commit suicide. If I can't escape the monsters, I'm more inclined to kill myself than be devoured alive by them.

Regardless of the circumstances, people have the right to choose their own destiny. It's just that most people in a desperate situation, they would rather choose to be enslaved than choose to fight, and after being unable to fight, they would rather choose to be tortured and killed than choose to commit suicide.

I'm not that stupid. I will suffer less, my mind is determined.

The raging wind, mixed with the howls of monsters. This group of monsters is called Dijiang, and it is an ancient beast recorded in the "Classic of Mountains and Seas". They have a peculiar appearance, with six legs and four wings, but no face.

No one knows if this abominable creature has ever lived on Earth, but the designers of this breeding war must have felt that tigers, leopards and jackals were not fierce enough, so they stuffed the Dijiang River into the map according to the description of the ancient books, perhaps with a little imagination of their own.

It has only one purpose: to kill us.

There is only one question: how far away are they from me?

To me, almost every Dijiang has its own unique vocal range, like deploying a perfect encirclement plan, more like announcing that my death is near.

"What a dog thing." Again, I cursed the designer.

Adult males must be brutally and fiercely contested here. No tools are allowed other than a wilderness survival knife and a dash of food.

A few days ago, more than 300 participants arrived here with confidence and hope, like a flock of ducks.

I don't know how many people are still alive now.

Screams were heard in the distance, Di Jiang had already helped me "cook" some people, and soon it would be my turn. After so many days of pestering, I was really exhausted.

I struggled to open my eyes, licked my lips, and surveyed the nearby landscape once more. According to the map, there are wild animals in the woods for the contestants to hunt for.

But I found nothing, and as far as the eye could see, it was death. Hunting was one of my weak points, and the few food and clothes I had had were taken from those corpses.

"Now, I'm going with you."

In a trance, I raised my knife and aimed it at my heart, intending to stab it quickly and violently, so that all this ordeal would have an end.

At this moment, there was a sudden rustling sound behind him. I took the knife and reflexively moved it forward so quickly that my head was completely obscured by the pit. I rolled over, poked my head out slowly, and saw a figure walking towards me.

My heart started beating violently again, but then I told myself to control my breathing and watch carefully. Judging from the gait of the comer, it is really impossible to predict his fighting state at the moment, but I think he is taller than me, and he should be healthier than me.

In my current situation, I simply can't go that fast.

Eventually, did I become a dying man?

I carefully tied my wrists tightly with the paracord of the handle of the knife.

It's better to die in a battle.