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Zimo breathed the air greedily and came from the wasteland to the Pure Land, all like a dream. For every deserter living in the wasteland, the Pure Land is originally a dream.

And now in life, all this was given to him by that man, for him who lacked love in childhood.

His thinking was simple, the man gave him a new lease of life, and if his mind had lived before, now there was one more -- to satisfy that man.

Zimo walked on the street, twisting his body a little uncomfortably, it was three years since he left the wasteland, but it was the first time he had come to the city in three years.

I was sent by that man to a secret training camp, and it was three years later, and I didn't come out until now. Thinking of that training camp, his body unconsciously shuddered, it was completely training with his life, whoever was slow would die, if it wasn't for the life and death battle he experienced in the wasteland, he was afraid that he would stay there.

He shook his head and shook the thoughts away. This is the last thing he has to learn, learn to live, learn to integrate into the city, into the pure land.

Pure Land - A completely different environment from the murderous wasteland.

It's just that he still has some doubts, in the eyes of the teenager, there is only survival, as for life? What is that?

He unconsciously hides himself at the edge of the shadows, a position that can make most people ignore your presence. The physical instinct that had been tempered by the life-and-death struggle in the wasteland had been completely forged in his bones after three years of training. He always does it all unconsciously.

Starlight City, the academy district, Zimo came to his destination.

A dazzling fire cloud scorpion came into view, and a richly dressed girl floated from the sky and slowly fell, causing the teenagers next to him to exclaim loudly.

He was attracted to look there, and from the mouths of others, he judged that it was a beauty, but he did not feel the standard of beauty and ugliness that he had formed for a long time.

There are two kinds of people, either they are not enemies or they are enemies. What he needs to care about is the enemy, and the strength of the enemy.

Moreover, he almost died at the hands of that girl three years ago, and he was already jealous of women in his heart. Women are dangerous, and beautiful women are even more dangerous, and he couldn't help but think of what the instructor said to himself.

As the fire scorpion cloud entered, there were immediately teenagers and girls riding various mounts and entering.

Scorpion clouds? The latest hovercar? Hehe!

Zimo looked at the sky lazily, he missed the wasteland a little, he looked at the girl, this eye-catching and slow battle five scum mount must be the best prey in the wasteland.

All preparations should be based on the premise of survival, and after death, no matter how beautiful it is, what is the use.

Thinking of this, he began to laugh at these people again in his heart. He glanced past the crowd, and the young man in front of him at ten o'clock, the luxurious design of his clothes, except for the shiny look at it, had no meaning, and in battle, it would even restrain his own attack.

The girl in the rear at twelve o'clock, the makeup on her face, seemed to him to be of no use other than to release the scent to attract foreign beasts.

......

He looked at the group, their eyes were not as numb and nervous as the people in the wasteland, but they were filled with a different intensity and brightness.

The boy tried his best to use his humor and elegance to attract the girl's idea, and the girl covered her mouth and smiled lightly, with shyness and shyness on her face, which was an emotion that she would not understand.

There was no reason for a burst of envy in Zimo's eyes, but it flashed away immediately, compared to those who turned into bones or turned into zombies in the wasteland, he was lucky enough.

Lucky to meet him, and lucky to survive from that place, what can't be satisfied?

To be alive is the greatest luxury, and to be alive is the greatest luck.

He chuckled, now he is here to learn how to live, and the young man still doesn't understand the word, live and live.

He frowned, and a fat man walked up behind him, a distance that he had judged to be dangerous, and he forced the urge to kill the fat man directly.

Everything in the wasteland has long been in his bones, well, wasteland again.

Everyone is your enemy, you can't let anyone get close to you casually, three meters, this is the last distance he set for himself.

Any creature within ten meters of him must be vigilant, within five meters, he must be ready to attack, and three meters, it can only be a dead corpse.

He could only remind himself again and again that this was not a wasteland, not a training camp, but a pure land.

"Classmate, what's your name? Make a friend, right? The fat man's fat face had a friendly smile and he had stretched out his hand in front of him.

Zimo looked around, and finally pointed to himself and said, "Are you talking to me?" ”

The fat man raised an eyebrow, "Of course." ”

"Friends?"

Zimo is a little unaccustomed to the enthusiasm of this fat man, and everyone is an enemy in the wasteland. In the training camp, everyone is a competitor, you don't want to run too fast, but at least a little faster than the last place, everyone expects others to slow down, others to die, you can think about what their relationship will be like in that environment.

Friend? For him, a fifteen-year-old boy, this is indeed an extremely vague and complex concept, which he has not told him in countless times with his father, and as for the future, it is only for him to live, and in the three years of the training camp, there are only opponents.

Are those who betrayed their father friends? He frowned, apparently not. Thinking of this, he thought of the black pupil again, and he didn't know how the black pupil was doing now.

The fat man was speechless by his words, as if you were asking a person if he had eaten, and the person asked what the meal was.

From Zimo's eyes, the fat man saw that he was serious and definitely not teasing. Could it be that this teenager doesn't even know what a friend is?

The way the fat man looked at him turned into sympathy, a person who doesn't even understand friends, doesn't he deserve sympathy?

Zimo was uncomfortable with his eyes, and turned away from him.

The fat man was not ready to give up on him, and the fat man, who had a strong sense of justice, decided to save the young man in front of him. The fat man with a goal feels better than ever, as if he wants to accomplish a feat of saving the world.

The fat man stretched out his hand and put it on Zimo's shoulder, but he fell to the ground with a backhand over the shoulder, and his hand was already on his neck.

The fat man felt a dignified murderous aura from his body, which made the fat man shiver.

"Ahem, ahem."

The fat man's reaction continued to struggle to pull him back to reality, he looked at his hands, it was completely subconscious just now, it was completely his instinct in the fight of life and death.

It's not a wasteland, it's not a training camp. This is the Pure Land, this is the Pure Land. Again, he reminded himself.

He let go of the fat man, lifted the fat man up with one hand, and said, "Don't do this kind of action behind my back in the future." ”

The fat man nodded in surprise, but the fat man obviously did not give up his great plan to save the boy.

"My name is Zhu Qing, what's your name?"

"Hey, you're rude like that?"

......

Zimo ignored the fat man, endured his physical discomfort, and went to line up to report. In this era, the old and the new alternate, the final chapter of the old era has not yet ended, and the curtain of the new era has just opened.

The Astral Academy means the stars, symbolizing that the spark can start a prairie fire, which is the hope of the human race, and one day, humanity hopes to regain the right to rule the earth.

"Name."

"Zimo"

"Age"

"Fifteen."

"This is your nameplate, remember to follow the rules in the academy."

Simply received the nameplate, Zimo breathed a long sigh of relief, everything has passed, and a new life has begun.