The sky was overcast and dark, and thick clouds tangled in gray-black vortices in the sky.

The wind whipped Fisher Tiger's long, curly hair, and he gritted his teeth and fists into the smooth red rock wall, thrust deep into his grip, and then kicked up with his legs bent.

He was climbing above the Red Clay Continent, and it was Mary Joy on top of him.

"Come on...... Come on ......" floated on the huge red balloon above Fisher Tiger, and the sound of cheering was heard.

"Shut up! Bucky the Clown! Tiger roared, his fist slamming into the rock wall, and red rocks flew up! He had two feet on his shoulders, and there was nothing on the ankles of that foot, and balloon ropes were tied to the joints.

"Okay, okay, it looks like you don't need my encouragement." The wind blows and the balloon spins, revealing Bucky the Clown, who is lying on top of the balloon. His long blue hair was tied in a ponytail and draped behind his back, his left hand propped up his cheek with a languid expression, and his right hand tossed a red rock ball.

"But...... I recommend moving lightly, there are only about 300 meters left to reach the top. If you push too hard, you might be heard," Bucky grinned, his index finger in front of his mouth painted with red oil paint on a laughing face.

300 meters! Tiger looked up at the sky, sweat streaming down his face.

He could see the edge of the sky and the red earth, and the edge glowed in his sight.

His eyes suddenly reflected a strong brilliance: "I am almost there, friends, oppressed compatriots! ”

Bang...... A thunderclap rang out, and white electricity illuminated the gray world, gorgeous and dazzling.

The clown grinned and chanted softly in a low, hoarse voice

Do you hear the people sing?

Do you hear the chanting of the multitude?

Lost in the valley of the night

Drifting in the deep valley of the night

It is the music of a people

That's the people's music

Who are climbing to the light

They climbed towards the light

For the wretched of the earth

to burn this obscene land

There is a flame that never dies

There is this immortal fire

Even the darkest night will end

Even the darkest of nights will pass

And the sun will rise

The sun will rise

He closed his eyes and hummed the last outro.

"You'll be a hero, Fisher Tiger"

"Hmph, what about you, what will you become?"

"Hmm...... Probably a shadow, a ghost, a criminal? ”

The little shoes bounced lightly on Tiger's solid shoulders, the balloon slowly rose, and the clown on the balloon beckoned to Tiger

"I'm one step ahead, Fisher Tiger."

At the outpost, the soldiers on duty looked up at the gloomy sky, but their thoughts had long since drifted away. No one has ever climbed the Red Earth Continent for thousands of years, and the reason why he is on duty here is just a face-saving project for the Holy Land.

He even arranged for himself a small assembly stool, which could be disassembled into ordinary wooden strips when inspected by his superiors. His companion was sleeping comfortably on the watchtower.

"There is still about half an hour before the changing of the guard, and hopefully the rain will not fall." The soldier pulled out a cigarette from his companion's chest and touched his companion's chest muscles by the way.

"Pretty sturdy"

Skillfully lit the fire, highlighting the smoke, but wandering eyes saw the bright red of the gray sky.

"That's ...... Balloon? ”

The red balloon floated slowly towards him, and the soldier slowly set up his rifle and took aim.

Through the scope he could see that there was a hand hanging from the balloon.

"Why is there a hand hanging from the balloon?" he wondered

"Surprise!" Someone suddenly said in his ear, like the bad tone of the bear child when he succeeded in his prank. The soldier shuddered, and was about to struggle, when the cold dagger had already cut his throat.

Warm blood spilled from the fingers of his palm, and the strength of his whole body had passed quickly with the rushing blood.

The soldier's body in his arms gradually stopped, and the clown plunged another dagger into the sleeping soldier's heart. The soldier opened his eyes to see a big red nose and a comically terrifying clown face, dead not long after being pressed against the cold plank.

The clown stood up, took off his white gloves stained with red blood, and replaced them with new ones, looking into the distance

It was already night, and Mary Joy in the distance had already lit up the lights.

The red balloon fluttered back into the clown's palm.

Gasping for breath, Fisher Tiger finally climbed to the Red Earth.

Bang! The clown bursts the balloon, and the huge red bag falls out of the balloon into the clown's arms, smashing the clown to a stumbling side.

"Hey" the clown put the red bag on his shoulder and took a black umbrella from the outpost.

"Sa, Fisher Tiger, let's make a big fuss"