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A beautiful day begins with a dream pierced by the sun.

Maybe it was too stressful and exciting a few days ago, and I actually slept until noon today.

I slumped up, got out of bed, grabbed a glass of water and rinsed my mouth. Although I got up late, it didn't stop my plans for today.

I took my small satchel, called the black cat, and got ready to go out.

I gently opened the door a small crack, alert for a possible ownerless shadow outside. The heath is a flat terrain where shadows can become agitated and aggressive when exposed to sunlight. They will move quickly across the wasteland to find some uneven bump, it could be a person, it could be a boulder that bulges for an unknown reason, it could be a town, it could be my home.

In the early morning and evening, the shadows become very long and large depending on the angle of the sun to the ground, which is more difficult to deal with. But if it's noon, the sun is almost direct, and the shadows are suppressed to a minimum, and they become very weak. Even without the black cats, they shouldn't have dared to attack me during the time period near noon.

Of course, to be on the safe side, I still carry a black cat with me - ahem, I don't mean to objectify a black cat.

There didn't seem to be an ownerless shadow outside the door. I gradually pulled the door open all the way. Not really.

It's weird, it stands to reason that I've been away from home for a long time, and it's been a long time since I have dispersed the shadows of the ownerless near the house. They usually don't leave on their own to go somewhere else, so during this time, they should gradually accumulate a lot around my house, mainly in front of the house.

I walked out of the house and looked around, and that's why I knew why. Not far from my house, there was an extra fragment of a building - about the size of my cabin. It probably stayed there yesterday, but it was in the blind spot of my window's visual range and I didn't notice.

It's about a hundred meters away from my cabin. I squinted and recognized the fragment of the building as the high-rise style of the Holy City. There are even some neon signs and billboard fragments scattered on the side.

How did this thing come about...... Could it be that some orange brought me back with a fragment at the same time?

Wow, it's good you didn't teleport it to my home, otherwise my house would have been gone.

If it's not dried oranges...... It can't be that the Holy City was actually blown up that night, and this piece of debris was blown up into the sky, all the way here. That's outrageous.

But if the orange accidentally came along a piece of building fragment for some reason...... Then I take back my praise for the fortune teller's scientific and technological prowess, it still seems to be slightly flawed.

I walked around the broken building, and there seemed to be no life inside—there was a circle of ownerless shadows outside, apparently finding a new shelter and not wanting to stay at the edge of my house.

That's fine.

I decided that I would leave the plan unchanged and go around my small farm first.

No sheep were encountered on the road. The sheep that fell to the ground last time because they stepped on stagnant water were still lying there, and there were a few rats lying next to them. Obviously, rats are not very intelligent creatures that cannot recognize that sheep are dangerous. They saw the dead sheep and drew attention to the corpse, but they didn't expect that the corpse of the sheep also had a counter-injury effect - so they played themselves to death.

That's why I didn't collect the material from the sheep carcasses. In the past I used to pay attention to the wool of these sheep who died accidentally, and wanted to make wool mats or wool quilts or something. But as you can imagine, I went to pluck the wool, and my hair was pulled out.

Since then I have learned that dead sheep are also dangerous.

Rats are creatures that are also characteristic of the wasteland. They are common and uncommon. They are common because they are abundant and widely distributed in the wasteland, and there is a possibility of seeing rats anywhere. It is not common because most of them hide themselves very well, either hiding deep underground, hiding in the dark corners of towns, or burrowing a nest in the wall to steal some human water to drink.

Rats are not tolerated in my house – and they can't be, and black cats are never ornaments – ahem.

I walked around the carcass of the sheep. The stagnant water next to it is still there. I don't know how long this stagnant water will remain.

After walking for a while, I saw my little farm in the distance. Hey, it doesn't seem right.

As I looked closer, my brow furrowed deeply. What happened?

I don't even know how to describe it. The fences were forked in all directions, broken and broken, and the temporary warehouses collapsed completely. The bulb field was badly damaged, and above the surface could be described as inhumane, and the bulbs were almost untouched, mostly detached from the roots of the wires, shattered on the ground, and let out two wails from time to time. The damage to the electrical field was small, but it didn't seem to have any new crops - I don't know if it was taken away. The material field is okay - but most of the material is rusty or rotten.

The most outrageous thing is the tool field - a mess, a mess, a mess, it's just a terrible scene, it's simply the scene of a large-scale corpse dismemberment case of the tools. They couldn't even make a wail.

Not only did I gasp—

What the hell is going on?

On my last visit to the small farm before my trip to the Holy City, I discovered that an unknown being had "visited" the area and seemed to have destroyed some of the crops in the tool field. I didn't expect this to be a while later, and it actually intensified?!

It's tolerable, it's unbearable.

I'm a little angry. Although there are many, many dangerous creatures in the wasteland, they can easily make people die inexplicably. However, very few of them will destroy town houses or other man-made objects - such as arch fields.

For example, some sapient, but not fully intelligent mechanical lifeforms, or mechanical beasts, will hunt for battery clumps or metal materials and hunt for food, and occasionally find artificially planted ones - but that is mostly because they are uncivilized and unrecognized, and if there is a highly intelligent mechanical life "click", they will also become normal robots, not the previous robot beasts.

And sheep, butterflies, big-eyed balls, etc., etc., are not very interested in inanimate things, and will not be idle to do this kind of destruction. The only ones that can be considered sabotage are rats, because they like to grind their teeth and burrow. But it definitely can't be to the extent it is now—unless it's a mutant rat king that is only a few meters long.

A rat several meters long, I've seen. In dreams. At that time, in a dream, it swallowed my house in a few bites, and woke me up directly. Of course, there is no such thing in reality. Probably.

So, what is it that is it that has ruined my beloved little farm so much?

Lost in thought, I pulled the temporary warehouse open and took out the camera monitor that had been placed inside. Well, it still works.

The camera was placed in a corner of the farm that an unknown being seemed to be rarely "cared for" and fed a few batteries. I'd like to see what kind of scumbag is ruining my private property so much—

I picked up the black cat that had just flipped over a surviving light bulb and was grinding its teeth, and I thought indignantly that I would never give up until I caught the murderer—

But it's so late today, let's go home and sleep first. I'll talk about that tomorrow.

At dusk, I returned home and fell asleep in resentment.

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