It's a boxy room, and without a painting on the wall, a round bell, and a mess of graffiti on the walls, then it's fair to say that this room looks like a cold morgue. But even if this old-fashioned little room wasn't a morgue, its floor was filthy. Moldy and spoiled cans with scattered cigarette butts and paper scraps are everywhere, and there are many footprints of different shades on the concrete floor, and the footprints are black and red like blood poured into them.

But there's a man in this room.

First of all, this is a man, and this man is not very old, looking at his smooth chin and slightly dazed pupils, it is not difficult to speculate that this man is about twenty-one or twelve years old.

Secondly it was a naked man, yes, this man was covered in and out of his body and was not wearing any clothes. If this is in a high-end hotel, it is normal to be undressed. But don't forget that this is a dirty and messy square room, and it is very incomprehensible to squat naked on the floor without clothes in such a room where the air seems to be frozen.

Finally, this is a man leaning naked next to a "coffin". As you can see, the man is crouching on the dirty ground, and his back is leaning against a "coffin". The coffin was made entirely of unknown metal, and looked very heavy, and the "coffin lid" painted with a funny smiling face was pushed aside, and the corner of the "coffin lid" was still dripping with clear water droplets, and the water droplets were unknown if they were condensed mist or some other liquid.

However, it doesn't matter, the important thing is to look at the droplets of water left between the man's thinning hair, which is only six millimeters, and it is not difficult to see that the man has just crawled out of this "coffin". He was now in a state of confusion after the "resurrection", so there was no superfluous look in his dark pupils. So much so that he just crouched there with an empty head.

……

The round clock on the wall is turning mechanically, and the "harsh and harsh" looks a little wooden.

It wasn't until the clock pointed to the number three that the man's eyes finally became attentive. The opening is a sentence that says to himself: "Where is this?" ”

Where is this?

The man thought and then stood up, and when he stood up, his unseen body was exposed. His body is very strong and he doesn't seem to be exercising less. Muscles like steel plates hung over his bones like the armor of a tank, and they looked full of powerful explosive power.

His neck turned, his gaze scanning the room. I saw a lot of graffiti on the wall, most of which were painted with bright spray paint, and painted with various patterns, some of which looked very obscene. In this case, it is not difficult for him to imagine that these graffiti-spraying boys must have been in a high mood at that time.

Then I saw the round, brand-new clock in the room. This clock differs from the old clock in that it has a mechanically spinning numeral on the dial, in addition to three hands pointing to the time.

The number is twenty, and in the man's sight, the number sometimes turns to nineteen, and sometimes the "harsh" turns to twenty-one. The average person who can't read it may think that this is the temperature of this room, but this is not the temperature of this room.

Of course, this man also understood, his brows that had already melted were even more relaxed, and it seemed that he had begun to completely relax!

"Threatening twenty, that's pretty good."

After the man relaxed, he habitually bent down and searched around the ground without thinking, and his eyes suddenly lit up. When he stood up again, he was contented with half a crooked cigarette butt in his mouth, squinting his eyes and smiling on his face, as he walked towards a painting that hung on the wall a little more than a dozen paces away.

It can be seen that he is still very familiar with the content of that painting!

But his smiling eyes suddenly froze in place after seeing such a painting, his shoulders trembled, and his eyes swept around the corners of this painting, just to discern whether this painting was real or not!

"How is that possible!?" As soon as a word was spoken, the cigarette butt that had just been held fell out of his lips, and the little characters on the cigarette paper that were wet by the man trembled and turned around in the air a few times, and fell on the potholed ground!

……

The painting is a flat map with various small markers, with circular markers representing cities. Originally, there were many circular markers on this pattern, large and small all over the eastern part of the map, but now almost all of the small circles have a cross with an unusually glaring red ink, and the cross indicates that the city has been lost.

"How is it that there are only three of the original one hundred and two cities left on this map?!"

"This picture can't be fake, right?!"

"Damn, who is that so brainless and random to change the map?!" The man's face was flushed, and his eyes were bloodshot, and it could be seen that he was really angry. Angry that he smashed directly into the solid cement wall with a punch, and the wall "banged", and the spider webs without spiders in the corner of the wall shook a few times, and a black cocoon fell down.

After a few seconds, the man lowered his head and looked away from the map with dark eyes: "None of this should be true. ”

Then his eyes flickered, and he saw the coffin, and his body froze again, like a stake embedded in the ground.

It wasn't until a little later that he suddenly remembered something.

“…… Am I not dead? At that time, there was no one in the world who could find my soul crystal, right? ”

In the man's memory, he led twenty-four of the world's most elite teammates to encircle and destroy the last dragon's lair. At that time, when they did the pre-war assessment, they thought that as long as they destroyed this dragon lair and killed the dragon inside, the pressure on the entire eastern continent would be drastically reduced, and then they could let the team exterminate the monsters outside the defense area!

But the process of infiltrating and encircling the black dragon was very cruel, and all the twenty-four teammates died at the hands of the monster guards along the way, and finally when facing the kilometer-long black dragon weighing 10,000 tons, he was the only one left. He tried his best alone, summoning artillery to cover more than 300 times before finally ending up with the black dragon! Before he died, he felt that he had finally done everything he could do, and the future would depend on other descendants, after all, with the death of the black dragon, according to the previous assessment, human weapons can be deployed, and then whether it is the attack of the monster or the attack of the human beings themselves, it will become clear and clear. So when he died, there was no resentment, only relief after the great event was finally accomplished.

The above are the memories of men.

The soul spar is a special mineral that can carry the soul and memory of human beings, and its hardness is not much different from the strength of tempered glass. This mineral can be bound to the owner, even if the owner dies, it can also suck all the owner's memories and soul into it in the last moment. Although the time that can store the soul is only a short year, beyond this time, the soul spar cannot save the soul, and the soul escapes. But within this year's time, as long as this piece of soul spar is found by other teams or wasteland development teams, and then handed over to the professional in charge of the soul spar in time, then the dead person can be reborn through the technology of physical regeneration and cultivation, and there is no difference between the reborn person and the person who died at that time.

This kind of technology was also the capital that human beings relied on to survive back then, and they were barely able to fight with monsters. However, what the man entered was the dragon's lair at that time, and even if the soul successfully entered the soul spar, the collapse of the dragon's lair at any time The boulder and the destructive breath were impossible to resist in terms of the strength of the soul spar itself. As long as the soul spar is slightly damaged, then the soul in it will disappear, and even if the soul spar is found, it will definitely not be able to implant the broken soul into the cultivated body. In other words, he definitely died in the dragon's lair with twenty-four teammates.

"Yes." The man's previous anger disappeared without a trace, and he picked up the cigarette butt on the ground and put it in his mouth, and he was now very sure of this: "Logically speaking, I should be completely dead now and cannot be resurrected." Then why am I in the respawn room now? ”

"Or did human technology advance again after I died?" He thought for a moment, shook his head with a cigarette in his mouth and looked at the dirty and messy appearance in the rebirth room: "Impossible, this is absolutely impossible. And the rebirth room should be very solemn, why is it ruined like this now? ”

"There's a problem with this map, I should have recovered more than a hundred cities in my time, and then it was counterattacked by monsters, resulting in the city and the facilities around the city being occupied?"

"It's impossible, right? How many years have passed? Even if you lose a city in a year, at least it will take a few decades......" When the man said this, his voice became softer and softer, and his brows slowly condensed: "Then how many years have passed since I died with it?" ”