If there were broken bricks under his boots that deliberately made him make an exposed sound, if he took a wrong step and made an unexpected noise, they would all wake up and tear him apart in an instant.

Artyom's mind was full of scenes of himself walking between two sleeping trolls yesterday and even today......

Such a horrific scene was somehow so familiar to Artyom.

He froze in place, motionless.

Artyom knows that sometimes people can sense the gaze of the person behind them.

But these trolls don't use eyes, and the tools they use to perceive space are far more reliable and robust than any eye.

Artyom didn't want to turn to look, he knew he had to deal with the behemoths that had imprisoned him, and even though he couldn't be more careful, they were woken up.

But he turned away anyway.

The troll was taller than the two Artyoms, its head reaching to the ceiling, its claws dangling to the floor.

Artyom had seen them move as fast as lightning and attack people incredibly fast.

In order to take down the boy, one action is enough to end his life, these monsters only need to move any of their limbs at will, but the head in front of them has not made a move for some reason.

There was no point in shooting at it, and Artyom didn't have time to pick up his submachine gun.

Artyom hesitated and took a step back, trying to move towards the passage.

The beast let out a low *** and staggered in the direction of the boy...... But nothing happened.

The troll remained in place, but did not remove its focused blind eye from Artyom.

He mustered up the courage to take another step, another step.

He didn't turn around, he didn't show his fear, he gradually moved towards the exit.

The trolls followed Artyom as if under a spell, as if to send him to the door. Error-free updates @

Ten steps away from the doorway, Artyom finally couldn't hold on anymore and he ran fast.

The monster roared, and leaped up as well.

Artyom sprang to the ground, his eyes narrowed, and there was nothing around him.

Before he could stumble and spin like a spinning top on the hard ground, Artyom sprang forward.

He had expected the beast to catch up with him and tear him to pieces, but the pursuer somehow spared him.

A long minute passed, and another minute passed...... There was silence around him.

Artyom fumbled in his backpack for homemade glasses he had bought from the guards, two dark glass bottles set in iron rings and held in place by rope, and he hadn't opened his eyes until then.

Artyom attaches his glasses to the gas mask, so that the green transparent circle aligns with the hole in the rubber mask.

Now he can open his eyes.

He slowly lifted his eyes, hesitantly at first, and then dared to open his eyes wide to look at this strange place.

Above his head was the sky, the real sky, it was bright and boundless.

The light from the sky was brighter than any searchlight could emit, moderately green, and in places it broke through the low clouds and somewhere stretched into the bottomless abyss.

Sun!

He saw it through the thin clouds:

It was a circle the diameter of a bullet shell, with neat edges so bright that it could burn a hole in Artyom's eye.

Frightened, he looked away, paused for a moment, and then secretly looked at it again.

It also has some disappointments:

It's just a glare hole hanging in the sky.

But it's still fascinating, fascinating, and exciting.

The exit of the beast's lair was so bright for those who lived in darkness all year round, and Artyom had a thought in his head - the sun was also such an exit, which guided people to a place where there was never darkness......

If he can fly to the sun, can he leave the earth, just as he left the lair of the beast just now?

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The sun also emits a soft, just felt warmth, as if it were alive.

Artyom stood in the middle of the wasteland, surrounded by ancient buildings that were half-collapsed and half-ruin, the remains of black windows stacked as high as buildings.

There were too many buildings to count, and they pushed and shoved each other, scrambling to catch a glimpse of Artyom.

High-rise buildings look very tall, and the silhouettes they cast are even more spectacular.

It's amazing, Artyom has seen it all with his own eyes!

Let them smell of green mold—the ground beneath his feet, the air, the wild, bright, endless sky—all spread out in front of Artyom, making him feel the unimaginably vast.

No matter how long Artyom has lived in the dark, he is not born with the good eyesight to see everything in the dark.

At the All-Russian Exhibition Centre, late at night, Artyom could see only the ugly buildings in front of the steep slope of the metro bridge, standing a few hundred meters outside the sealing port.

The darkness grew farther and thicker, and Artyom, who was born and raised underground, could not penetrate the darkness with his sight.

Artyom had never forced himself to think seriously about the size of the world he lived in.

But in his imagination, the world is a dark cocoon: each side stretches for hundreds of meters, and after a few hundred meters there is already a cliff, the end of the world, where another world begins.

In fact, Artyom also knew that in fact the world was much bigger, but he still couldn't imagine what it really was.

Now he understands that he can't imagine correctly because he has never seen the real world. @·error-free start~~

Strangely, why was he in the middle of this wasteland and not afraid at all?

Before, whenever he climbed out of the tunnel and came to the edge of the cliff, he felt like he had broken free from his iron armor.

Now that the tunnel was a complete shell to him, he was finally freed from that shackle.

In the light of daylight, any danger could be spotted from a distance, and Artyom had plenty of time to find a place to hide, or prepare to defend himself.

In addition, Artyom has a shy, inexplicable feeling: he seems to have returned home.

In the middle of the desert, the wind chases the tangled branches of the trees, frustrates through the gaps between the tall buildings, and brushes Artyom's back, inspiring Artyom to become braver and encouraging him to explore this new world.

He was desperate that if he wanted to get back into the subway, he would have to pass through the beasts' lair again, only this time, they couldn't still be asleep.

Occasionally, one or two white-fur behemoths flash by—apparently, they can't stand the glare of the day.

But what do they do when night falls?

So far, if he wants to see any of the scenery that Khan describes, he has to go as far as possible.

Artyom moves on.