The sky was covered with heavy clouds, and the earth was covered with withered yellow grass and trees.

The wind blew, kicking up a cloud of gravel and rubble, making the entire abandoned city cry wolf.

"Click! Click! ”

The sound of crushing stones as the mechanical exoskeleton of a disrepaired machine stepped on the ruins of a collapsed civilization, but at this moment it seemed to be the final announcement of death.

"Don't be afraid, he's alone!"

"Just kill him, and we'll have meat to eat!"

"Kill him, and we'll be alive this winter!"

A scrawny, disheveled man, half-naked, pointed at the enemy hiding in the mechanical exoskeleton in front of him, and frantically shouted at dozens of equally scrawny companions behind him.

With the man's agitation, the numbness of fear was gradually replaced by fanaticism.

The crowd agitated, aiming their jumbled weapons at the mechanical monster standing in front of them in the distance, their eyes glowing like wolves that had been hungry for months in the wilderness.

"Hold your head in your hands, shoot and don't kill!"

The voice in the mechanical exoskeleton was hoarse and cold, without a trace of emotion, as if it wanted to extinguish their illusions.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

It's a pity that it was not surrender that ushered in, but the sound of projectiles breaking into the air.

"you!"

"Alas......"

In this broken world, even trust has become so expensive, no one dares to trust others easily, and once again he can only prove his sincerity with blood.

With a sigh, the electromagnetic gun mounted on the mechanical skeleton did not hesitate at all.

The moment the intruder's bullet was discharged, hundreds of specially crafted projectiles were pushed out by the relentless electromagnetic track, spewing out a waterfall of fiery snakes formed by a bullet.

"Dada-da-da!"

Stone by stone was broken through, and walls were blown to pieces.

The special bullet that discharges the gunball, under the action of electromagnetism, has a powerful power comparable to that of a cannonball, so that the enemy hiding behind the ruins has nothing to hide.

The team of dozens of people flew blood and flesh in an instant, and corpses were everywhere.

After a long time, the smoke cleared, and only a dozen relatively intact corpses and piles of minced meat were left in the ruins.

A few lucky ones survived, curled up in pools of blood, already frightened, looking in horror at the steel monsters wearing mechanical exoskeletons and aiming their guns at them.

Shen Sen took a deep breath of cold air, opened his helmet, and wiped away the flesh and blood that had splashed on his face from the hole in the helmet.

Even though he had been through it many times, he was still amazed by the power of the weapons in this world.

A mature and powerful mechanical exoskeleton and an amazingly powerful electromagnetic firearm.

Even if the device on his body looked dilapidated, like a relic of a long time, it could slaughter dozens of people in an instant.

How could a world with such military power and technology become such a ruin?

He has not had an accurate answer to this question until now.

Shen Sen waved his hand, and a few seconds later, from behind the inconspicuous ruins and collapsed remnants, more than a dozen men with uniform steps and strangely shaped firearms came out.

After they saw Shen Sen's signal, they quickly rushed to this side, and after arriving at the center of the battlefield, they stopped next to Shen Sen respectfully.

This is not an enemy, but a scavenger in Shen Sen's camp, a guard who belongs to him!

They were called guards, but most of these men were yellow-skinned and thin, like refugees fleeing the famine.

It's just that when they looked at Shen Sen, their eyes were fiery, as if they were looking at the person they respected the most.

Shen Sen could feel the longing eyes behind him, if he had placed it before the crossing, he would definitely feel awkward, but now he could accept it calmly.

A year is already a long time.

In the wasteland-like world, he has long been accustomed to the unequal class and status between people.

Or rather, as a leader of a scavenger camp, that's the norm.

The leader of the Scavenger Camp, who is the ruler of everyone in the camp. He protects them, saves them, and gives them room to live.

And the people of the camp, intimidated by his strength and mercy, entrusted everything they had to him, giving the leader the power to rule over them.

This is the law that prevails in the wasteland, and it is also the best embodiment of the law of the jungle among intelligent creatures.

Shen Sen crossed over and accepted this backward system in the eyes of the earth in less than ten days.

He didn't have a choice, because it was a wasteland.

This is the answer to survival given by time and blood in a world after civilization has been lost.

"According to the previous rules, clean up the battlefield, and then bring this group of people back to the camp."

Shen Sen waved his hand tiredly and commanded the scavenger guards in his camp.

"Yes, sir!"

The guards with guns were thin and thin, but they were orderly in their movements.

After hearing Shen Sen's order, he quickly cleaned up the battlefield, and then tied up the attacker captives who had collapsed on the ground, and escorted them to the direction of the camp a few hundred meters later.

"Not bad!"

Shen Sen looked at the team walking in front of him and gave an evaluation in his heart.

Although these guards in these camps may not be as high-quality as the militia in previous lives.

But it's much better than when he just crossed over, after all, he had only been training for less than six months without all kinds of resources.

After cleaning up the battlefield, a few minutes later, Shen Sen and the camp guards escorted the "wanderer" captives who survived the sneak attack on the camp to their camp.

On the towering watchtower, the guards in charge of the guard saw the returning team early.

But out of an abundance of caution, they waited until they were under the tower before opening the heavy steel gates.

"The leader is back, open the door and let go!"

With a squeak, the gate five or six meters high was slowly opened, and Shen Sen and the guards who followed him walked in together.

After entering the door, the first thing that catches your eye is the obstacle placed in the middle of the road, steel wire, fences, sandbags are stacked on top of each other, building an almost airtight defense net.

"Camp 1123!"

This is Shen Sen's inheritance from this body, a small scavenger camp. Its name is derived from the number on the mechanical exoskeleton that the body possesses.

This is a strangely shaped post-apocalyptic ruin!

Rows of buildings about ten meters high are scattered on both sides of the wide road, like steel cubes erected. You can vaguely see the architectural style of the past, which is very different from the blue star but seems to be in the same vein.

However, what made Shen Sen sigh was that just these remnants of the buildings could also give a glimpse of the developed level of the world in the past, but now it is desolate.

Quietly spreading weeds, broken glass windows, and mottled walls of wind-blown eclipses walked along the wide, dilapidated streets, bleak and sparsely populated.

Everyone I met on the way, tall and short, fat and thin, but the only thing they had in common was that they all looked a little malnourished.

"Chief!"

"Chief!"

Shen Sen and the guards walked down the street, and even though he had a cold face, everyone who saw him would still salute him or say hello.

He would sometimes nod his head, and whenever he did, the person who received the response seemed to have received his affirmation, and there was always a look of joy and fear on his thin yellow face.

After instructing the guards to settle the captives who had surrendered, Shen Sen finally returned to his exclusive lounge, a dilapidated office.

Sitting on the chair for more than ten minutes, Shen Sen slowly took out a notebook from a black box, opened it like a treasure, and placed it on the scarred table.

The three hundred and sixty days of the crossing.

Shen Sen, a former Earth youth and now the leader of the Scavenger Camp, is preparing to write his thirty-sixth record in this strange world.

Complicated thoughts, unspoken moods, and the sliding tip of the pen, he finally felt a rare joy in this ruin-like world.

Shen Sen raised his head and looked out the window into the distance.

It is common sense that it was the height of summer on earth, but now it is like a bleak autumn.

He gave up his intention to write down the date and time on the record.

In this world, perhaps no one cares what day it is. After all, even if it's him, he can't figure out what season it is.

This world is similar to the wasteland in the previous game, although from various clues it seems to be a parallel world with a more advanced technological civilization than Blue Star.

But now, for unknown reasons, it has become a dilapidated and barren post-apocalyptic ruin, and even the seasons that used to have four distinct seasons have now become chaotic.

"Wasteland!"

This is the state of the world right now.

Lack of food and clothing, lack of supplies.

Civilization has for some reason regressed, and what was previously the case in science fiction has become a reality.

The area he could explore was barren and like the endless Gobi. The climate is harsh and the weather is complex and changeable.

In addition, the scavengers here no longer know what farming means, and even if they do, they can't cultivate intensively and can't grow anything on such land.

After the destruction of extremely developed technology and civilization, human beings have become a scavenging race that holds all kinds of high-tech weapons, but has no conditions to produce bullets, and even cannot eat enough food every day.

But until now, he had asked many people in the camp without a trace, but none of them could give a credible answer as to why the world had become the way it was.

"There is too little intelligence, not enough data.

But the only thing that is certain is that the world does not seem to be a world war caused by a nuclear war, nor is there a world war caused by an energy crisis.

Also, the reason why I came here is still not a clue, is it really the so-called crossing?

The wind in the wilderness was still howling, Shen Sen stopped his pen and shook off the grit stuck to his notebook,

It seems that it is difficult for the world to live.

As a time-traveler who thinks about modern times, I do think that this is a cruel apocalyptic hell.

However, it's not that he doesn't have nothing to rely on, but he ......

Shen Sen's thoughts were drifting, and his mind was already tied to the things that appeared in his mind after crossing over, as usual.

It was a gray cosmic star map with an unknown structure, like a two-dimensional plane, and like a three-dimensional dynamic.

Ever since the first day he came to this world, this cosmic star map-like thing has appeared in his consciousness.

A year has passed, day after day of research and analysis, from euphoria to coldness. Shen Sen hopes that something will change every day, but he has never been able to do so.

He had begun to wonder if this thing was a brain lesion caused by crossing.

Suppressing the complicated thoughts and the exhaustion from his body, Shen Sen dropped the pen without ink in his hand and closed the notebook he had finally found.

Shen Sen sighed, ready to give up today's attempt, but at this moment, the gray star map that had not changed suddenly changed a little.

An invisible star lit up!

Like a bright light in the sea at night, the moment it lit up, Shen Sen's eyes were attracted by it.

He felt that as soon as his consciousness touched the twinkling star, something unexpected would happen.

After hesitating for a moment, Shen Sen finally chose to make contact.

Consciousness was like an invisible hand, and in his gaze, it gently touched the small point of light as bright as a grain of sand.

"Buzz ......"

It was as if a stone had been thrown into the water, and the moment it touched it, the gray star map suddenly trembled, setting off layers of ripples.

"Countdown to the subspace network activator!"

“3，2，1！”

"Activated!"

"Start linking the holder's psionic neural network...... Search for accessible coordinates...... The coordinates have been found! ”

Performing a Principal Data Visualization Reset ......

In the empty office, Shen Sen looked at the air in front of him, and his face showed an expression of extreme surprise.

In an instant, there was suddenly something like a data panel in his consciousness.

Stuff everything into your brain, not afraid that he will become a vegetative person?

complained and complained, and in the end, Shen Sen still looked at this thing with vigilance, just like the system in the novel.

【Subspace Channel】

Holding entity: Shen Sen

Race: Human

Psionic Level: E

【Talent: Biological Development】

Biological Development: With every point of psionic power, the mind and body undergo a new development.

【Talent: Tower of Will】

Tower of Will: No one can truly control their own will, but the strong who have been staring through the void through multiple worlds can.

Whether it's your friends or your enemies, they will be shocked and in awe of seeing your will.

Accessible World Coordinates: *****

The data information that appeared was only a few simple things, which seemed to be unclear, so Shen Sen didn't feel that there was any big change in himself.

He sank into consciousness again, ready to take a closer look this time, to see if there was anything he had overlooked.

As a result, I don't know if I don't look at it, and in the column with the coordinates written, there is a string of vague and vague things that I can't see clearly.

Shen Sen tried, ready to see a little more clearly, but at this moment, suddenly a huge amount of data came into his mind in an instant.

There is more data than ever created by humans in previous generations for thousands of years.

After a long time, when he opened his eyes, the vast sea of data had been completely mastered by him.