Lin Ke stood up and stretched out his hand, which had become white and smaller, and looked at it.

The ability is still there, but the appearance is "hidden".

At present, he only has a gray jumpsuit, which feels smooth and tough to the touch, and it should have a certain protective effect.

There was a white bracelet on his right hand, and in the memory that Lin Ke had obtained, he knew that it was something similar to an identity watch, which was currently locked, and only one number was constantly beating.

This post-apocalyptic world is highly class-divided.

From top to bottom, they are: citizens, civilians, and waste pickers.

Corresponds to different bracelets: gold, black, white.

Similar to the ancient royal family, grass people and livestock.

That's right, in the eyes of high-level people, scavengers no longer belong to human beings.

Looking around, Lin Ke was standing alone in a wilderness, the weeds below his knees were everywhere, the breeze was blowing, like a wave, and some blue-black stalks stood in it, growing slightly with the wind, emitting an orange-red light.

"Didi."

The electronic prompt sounded, Lin Ke raised his right arm, and a light curtain was shot out from the bracelet.

[End of distance: 24h]

Some of the mission memories came back to life.

This is a competition, and the original body that replaced itself is naturally here to participate.

In order to obtain a potion.

As mentioned earlier, the powder of the poly soil will combine with the human body to give birth to special cells of the polyna, giving the person a chance to obtain supernatural powers.

But correspondingly, the human body will also experience rejection, and it will be extremely severe.

Only one "healing solution" extracted from the resting soil can alleviate or even heal.

This relief solution is produced by the common people and has been provided on a voluntary basis since childhood when they were in school.

Similar to a nutritious meal.

And the scavengers don't have that kind of treatment.

In the civic class, it is like a chicken rib reliever, and in the scavengers it may cost dozens of lives to get a tube.

Since the original body escaped from the whirlpool of suspended animation, rejection and recurrence, I have understood the preciousness of this kind of thing.

Now, in order to please themselves, the citizens of one city spontaneously organized a contest.

That is, the waste pickers in need will be sent to high-risk areas, the whole process will be live-streamed, and the people who survive will be able to get a tube of remission solution if they arrive at a place within the specified time.

Just a tube.

There were 3,000 waste pickers in the competition.

Lin Ke raised the bracelet and looked at it.

There are only twenty people left.

With a sigh, Lin Qi walked in one direction.

He felt a few streams of qi and blood wandering over there, it should be the so-called Breathing Beast.

Reaching through the dense grass, a threatening roar came into my ears.

A group of strange-looking rats covered in salt grains gathered around a large piece of soil.

Streams of visible orange energy were inhaled into his ears and nose like silk, and the rest of his body was also pulsating.

And some of the giant soil that had been plundered of energy began to turn into powder little by little, scattering with the wind.

It is said that it is a mouse, but in fact, it is almost as large as a leopard, and its tails three or four meters long are intertwined with each other, writhing like insects.

Lin Ke frowned slightly.

He also planned to taste the blood of the resting beast that had been stained with the soil.

That's it.

The rat-shaped beasts screamed, and their massive bodies leaped up like bullets, crashing into the woods.

Lin Qi looked around and didn't find the drone used for broadcasting.

Two thumb-thick red rays of light shot out of his eyes, cutting through all of them.

This is one way to use the Light.

Not stronger, but more handsome.

The muscles of the polycyptic beast, sliced into pieces, still wriggled and trying to escape.

Lin Ke wrapped his foot with internal force and crushed it with one foot, which killed him completely.

And the soil that had been rubbed by the holy light on the side also began to grow.

Lin Ke tapped it with his fingers, and pieces of soil swelled and bulged out along the source of the force.

"Tut-tut, this kind of characteristic, if left unchecked, should develop into a cosmic-level disaster."