Camp 1123.

In Shen Sen's shock, the space in front of him began to distort, like a bottomless deep hole.

Light, and even space, are distorted in the face of black holes.

Eventually, a pitch-black, distorted, abyss-like circular passage appeared in front of him.

The abandoned dilapidated room, the large black oval hole, the bottom of which is not visible, and the chaotic hole exudes a cold atmosphere.

Every ray of light that came close to it, every inch of space around him was distorted and swallowed.

"Is this the truth about coordinate data?" For a while, Shen Sen's heart trembled.

There are so many data, but there is only one coordinate in it.

One is from a certain dimension, an unknown universe, and the coordinates of a planet are captured by the network system.

When the coordinates of this planet were in his hands, a space-time door to that planet was opened.

"I've come to this wasteland-like world, and now I have a passage to another world!"

Amazement, joy.....

A variety of emotions were mixed together, and Shen Sen didn't know what to say for a while.

In the gray star map of consciousness, the only star that lit up was shining.

Now, there was an unusually big problem before his eyes.

What's behind this new space-time gate?

Should he enter this unknown gate of time and space?

"Knock knock!"

"Knock knock!"

One after another, a dull knocking sound broke Shen Sen's thoughts.

Someone's coming!

Shen Sen hurriedly manipulated his consciousness, and the pitch-black space-time gate disappeared in an instant.

"Come in!"

Only a few hurried footsteps were heard, and the door to the heavy iron room was pushed open.

A young man with a thin body and high raised cheekbones appeared in front of Shen Sen with a plate. Like most people in this wasteland camp, he had a deep awe in his eyes.

In the eyes of these of them, their ruler was undoubtedly a powerful and benevolent man compared to the other barbaric camp leaders.

With an angular face and broad shoulders, there is great strength hidden under the lean body.

The weathered times have brought some vicissitudes to the rulers of this camp, but it does not prevent them from being admired and revered by those who are sheltered.

"Big ......"

Suddenly, the young man seemed to remember something, his expression was flustered, and the voice he had just blurted out instantly stopped abruptly, and he hurriedly changed his words in a panic.

"Chief, it's lunch today."

The salutation seemed to have changed, but the tone contained the same longing as before.

"Anhe, put it on the table."

"Yes!" The young man named An He seemed to be encouraged by Shen Sen's words, and he placed the square plate he was holding on the table.

The plate was a lump of brown paste.

That's meat paste!

Eat in the mouth, fishy, dull and tasteless.

Even though he had been eating it for several months, Shen Sen still had a faint feeling of nausea when he saw it.

As a traverser, he seems to be a little down.

inherited a scavenger camp at the beginning, but a year has passed, and he has not been able to embark on the road of using Chinese food to enter the pinnacle of life like the predecessors of the time-traveler in the novel.

On the contrary, within a month, if there is no unprecedented major harvest, even this meat paste will not be eaten.

The climate in the wasteland world is unpredictable, and in recent times, the temperature has changed dramatically, and there has been a gap in the camp's ability to obtain food from the surrounding areas.

The harsh environment has led to more and more attacks from wanderers in the wilderness, and counting the wear and tear in the camp during this time, the remaining supplies and ammunition are only enough to support two or three more operations.

Thinking of this, Shen Sen felt that the problem in his mind could have a bag of hemp, or that he felt incredible about the development of this world.

"Food ......"

Shen Sen silently muttered this seemingly unusually burdensome word in his heart, trying to find a way out.

In this world, there are too many people dying every day because of the problem of food.

Because of the division of the world and civilization, the absence of a unified regime. Coupled with the chaotic climate and poor food production technology, the people of the wasteland world are worried about food every day.

Death is like the wind, and it accompanies everyone here.

On the way to find food, people who died of danger, people who starved to death due to lack of food, and people who were killed by the enemy during a scramble for food, such situations happen every day.

Even though this world has weapons that are more developed than the Blue Star, after losing technology and civilization, the remaining people only use them to hunt wild animals and enemies.

And because of the growing scarcity of food and resources, the only remaining equipment, weapons and bullets are also one and one is missing.

A broken world, a broken civilization, can't even be repaired, let alone produced.

In a way, in such a hopeless world, perhaps death is a relief.

However, for three months, he has been trying his best to find a way to feed some people and save some people's lives.

In addition to the remaining kindness from his previous life, it is also to be able to better rule this scavenger camp inherited from his predecessor.

He can't control the wasteland world as it is now, but every life in the camp is the cornerstone of his survival and search for answers.

Putting down the iron lunch box in his hand, the mushy food was eaten, and some choices had been quietly decided.

Some things seem to have a choice, but after all, there is no choice!

Shen Sen waved his hand, and An He, who was standing on the side, saw this, hurriedly stepped forward, took the box away, and then lowered his head and respectfully prepared to withdraw.

At this moment, he heard an order from a man in the camp whom he had given his loyalty.

"Let the captain of the guard, Zhang Ting, bring one of today's prisoners!"

"Yes!" Anhe's answer was categorical.

……

"Report!"

"Come in!"

Hearing the familiar voice coming from the iron gate, Zhang Ting, the captain of the guards, immediately gathered his mind and looked solemn.

According to human aesthetics, his appearance can be called masculine and handsome.

He was tall and had a tough face, his head cut by a knife was tightly pressed against his scalp, and he had a determined look on his face that most scavengers did not have.

If you ignore the lack of food that leads to a thin body, Zhang Ting is more like a martial arts star with a blue star.

Tidying up his tattered clothes, and holding the emaciated captive, he pushed open the iron door in front of him.

The light went from dark to bright, and the first thing that caught my eye was Shen Sen sitting on a chair.

Zhang Ting has been to this room many times, and he has seen the person in front of him dozens of times, so it stands to reason that he is very familiar.

But today, when he walked in the door and looked at Shen Sen for the first time, he suddenly felt a little panicked.

In Zhang Ting's feeling, his chief Shen Sen seemed to have undergone some changes compared to a few hours ago.

More than a year of grace and power, more than a year of people rolling. Migrate qi and nourish the body. Iron and blood create Shen Sen's unique temperament.

If you have to find an adjective to describe it, it is the temperament of the superior. Respectable and feared.

But now, Shen Sen in the chair seemed to be more eye-catching.

He looked at Shen Sen as if he saw a burning flame in the ice field, exuding a cold majesty all over his body.

Just sitting there gave him a visceral urge to follow and worship.

Zhang Ting couldn't help but subconsciously stand with his legs together, his head held high, his hands solemn, and his attitude became more and more respectful.

"Sir, the captives have been brought, what are the instructions?"

"Uh......"

Shen Sen looked at the upright Zhang Ting who was standing in front of him, and the smile he wanted to show was forced back by the sudden solemn atmosphere.

What's going on with such seriousness?

I don't know if it's his delusion, Shen Sen always feels that today's Zhang Ting seems to be a little more respectful towards him.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that An He, who has been delivering food, is also like this just now, giving him a feeling of incense on the plaque of the statue.

After thinking about it, Shen Sen felt that it was only possible that some so-called spiritual energy appeared in the system to make the ghost.

Although he still couldn't figure out the use of the psionic energy displayed in the system for a while, it was always reassuring to see his subordinates' attitude towards him getting better and better.

What's more, Zhang Ting was the captain of the camp guard he personally selected.

As one of the few cronies in this camp and currently the only one who has ever received professional military training in this world. Zhang Ting's attitude is obviously of great value to him.

One of the captives captured today was tied with a rope and stood numbly beside Zhang Ting.

No shouting, no hysteria. The godless eyes made the man who had been brought in look like a piece of rotten wood.

Shen Sen knew that the captive in front of him had given up the desire to live from the bottom of his heart, and he probably knew what the reason was.

Generally speaking, since Shen Sen came to this world, he was very lucky to be a prisoner of his camp.

This is not boasting, but a fact.

In his hands, the surviving captives were often used as labor to supplement the camp population. Instead of treating captives as "broilers" to supplement food, as in other camps.

Man-cannibalism, a tragedy that existed in the history of the earth only in the year of famine, is now played out in this wilderness without limits.

In other camps, being caught as a captive is a very horrible thing for most people.

The loser is not only faced with death, but the whole person is swallowed to the bone.

As a time-traveler from a civilized society, Shen Sen naturally strictly forbade this kind of human tragedy.

Although he couldn't stop the others, in his camp, he was sticking to some bottom lines.

Because of this, a year later, most of the people in his camp still retain a bit of civilization.

As was previously customary, these captives could be released after being educated by Shen Sen for a period of time.

But this time, for some reason, Shen Sen did not plan to release these people according to his previous practice.

If these captives want to survive, they may need to pay a little price, or rather, a little luck.

"Zhang Ting, you go out first, the prisoners stay, and wait for my orders at the door."

"Yes!"

There was no doubt, no hesitation, and the word he learned the most in this world in the first half of his life was obedience.

Zhang Ting closed the door and walked out, leaving Shen Sen and the captured man in the room.

"Want to survive?"

Shen Sen got up from his chair and walked towards the crooked male captive who was standing.

It seems that he was touched by Shen Sen's words, or the instinctive desire to survive wanted him to catch this possibility.

The male captive, whose eyes were blank and had no fighting spirit, nodded subconsciously and looked at Shen Sen blankly.

"I'll give you a chance now, complete a little test, and if you pass, I'll keep you alive!"

Shen Sen narrowed his eyes and silently said sorry in his heart, the opportunity is real, and it is also true to survive the test.

As for whether he can pass the test and get rid of the judgment of life and death, this is beyond his control. Everything depends on whether the world behind the dark gate gives him a chance.

"Now close your eyes!"

The captive hesitated, then did so.

Shen Sen took out a piece of broken cloth, folded it, and made a rudimentary blindfold that was tied to the man's eyes.

Consciousness sinks into the mind, tickling the star map. In the empty space, a large oval-shaped black hole reappeared.

"Now, follow my instructions, and you will do whatever I say."

Shen Sen's expression became solemn, he slightly loosened the rope in his hand, and indifferently spit out a command.

"Go forward, I say stop before you stop!"

One step, two steps......

The captives drew closer and closer to the entrance of the cave until one of their bodies stepped through the door, and finally the whole person disappeared.

"Stop!"

It didn't work, and the rope in Shen Sen's hand was gradually getting shorter.

In this way, the "door" that connects the two spaces cannot be transmitted as long as you pass through it!

"I wonder if there's anything wrong with people?"

Shen Sen's body retreated slightly, turned sideways, and then pulled the rope in his hand suddenly. A feeling of weightlessness came, followed by the male captive who had been ripped out of the hole.

Still alive!

Except for falling to the ground when Shen Sen pulled out of the hole, there seemed to be no new injuries all over his body.

"At the moment, it seems that the opposite side may be a safe ......"

Shen Sen rubbed his chin and analyzed every possibility he had gained from this simple experiment.

Other humans were able to pass through, as were the normal items they were carrying.

The only thing that is uncertain now is what kind of world is on the other side.

Someone needs to go in again, but the captives certainly won't work.

This person must have at least a certain amount of education and be very loyal to Shen Sen. This is the only way to ensure that the information he receives is reliable and accurate.

Come to think of it, there are only a camp of more than 1,000 people in total, and there are not many people who are eligible.

There are many faithful people, but there are only three or four who are faithful and powerful.

Shen Sen's eyes lit up, and he made a decision in his heart.

It just so happened that now there was such a person standing outside the door who perfectly met his requirements.