The fire on the altar platform burned, and the light of the fire illuminated the vicinity of the platform.

At the edge of the firelight was still a tumbling, wriggling darkness.

The sky was still frenzied, and there was an eerie ominous glow in the cracks.

Giant eyes as huge as mountains, twisted constructs comparable to planets, and terrifying tentacles that can only appear in the wildest literature run through the heavens and the earth.

A frenzied howl came from the darkness, and countless malicious entities lurked in places that Qin Zheng couldn't see.

They waited, waiting for the flame to go out.

Waiting to eat Qin Zheng's flesh and blood and corrupt his soul.

Everything that is rational will decay and collapse here.

Qin Zheng felt like a primitive person, hiding around a small campfire, terrified of the darkness outside the cave.

Fire!

Thinking of this, Qin Zheng subconsciously looked at the fire.

It was found that the fire, which had not changed by all means before, had changed slightly.

A piece of firewood appeared in the fire.

Qin Zheng walked to the fire on the high platform and rubbed his eyes to make sure he was not mistaken.

There really was one more piece of firewood.

"What's going on?" Qin Zheng's brows furrowed slightly.

He did a lot of things to the fire, and he didn't make any changes to the fire.

He has tried all the methods in serious novels and non-serious novels.

The fire did not change from beginning to end.

And today, it suddenly has an extra burning firewood.

Although the fire did not expand significantly, something could be felt in it.

The fire is the source of all Qin Zheng's abilities.

Predicting the short future, having a body that can heal quickly and has terrifying combat power, even more terrifying than a mechanical prosthetic, is all because of the fire.

Qin Zheng could feel the connection between the fire and him.

He walked into the fire and subconsciously put his hand on the wood that was burning in the fire.

Countless fragments of memories flashed through his mind.

.............

The thunder flickered in the sky, and the rumbling sound was furious as if the gods were angry.

Lightning occasionally illuminates Lecco Avenue in the Drew district.

As a lower district, the chaos of the Drew district is like hell.

Maybe hell is better than this horrible region.

It's full of all the terrible things imaginable.

Hunting machines armed with a variety of sharp weapons, ghosts and demons wandering in the shadows, biochemical creations more savage and furious than beasts, wandering dead, monsters with twisted limbs and fangs.

What is in the Drew Zone is chaos, madness, the manifestation of the indescribable that makes all reason collapse.

I've lived in this area for as long as I can remember.

The one who gave birth to me was a poor woman who was used as a fertility machine.

I have a vague memory of her, only her dirty, shabby clothes, her horribly thin face, and her bulging eyes.

The skin is wrapped in meat, and it looks terrible to the extreme.

The pitiful feeling of a woman who is used as a fertility machine by the local gang is hard to describe in words.

Their part of humanity has been obliterated in endless torment and pain.

All that remains is the desire to live.

Live like a poultry in captivity.

The people who live in the Drew district have long since lost their minds.

They worship the unnamed evil beings in a frenzy.

In order to please those who exist, all kinds of cruel blood sacrifices are necessary.

Morality and order have completely collapsed.

Only hysterical madness.

The reason I survived was because I was kept in captivity by that twisted and perverted beast gang as reserve food and low-level slave labor.

After all, the Beast Gang needs some slaves to complete their work and trade with other regions in exchange for wealth and weapons.

The Drew district, though chaotic, has its own rulers.

One of them is the boss of the Beast Gang, the Beastmaster, and the strongest one.

Many people have wanted to kill the beast master and end his horrible dictatorship.

In the end, the unlucky ones failed.

The beastmaster alone was six meters tall, wearing a suit of armor worthy of a heavy armored tank, full of bone spurs and bones, and equipped with serrated blades of astonishing size.

Its terrifying aura is enough to scare many people to death just by standing there.

The combat effectiveness is even more terrifying, which makes the hearts of all those who dare to challenge despair.

Several chaebol groups once formed a coalition to encircle and suppress the beast master, hoping to regain control of the Drew District and control the production of those precious psychotropic drugs that can stimulate psionic beings.

After the battle, the beast master held a serrated knife and slashed the heavily armored tank with a shield with a single sword, like a demon who came out of hell, terrifying to the extreme.

Plus the shelter of things of worship.

Even if the plutocracy and the public government do their best, they will end up in a fiasco.

After that war, the major chaebol groups and the public government never organized any more manpower to attack the Drew district.

The Beastmaster's grip on the Dru Sector is also becoming more secure.

I've lived in the Beast Gang for sixteen years, and slaves my age have either been eaten as food, or provoked by something they can't mess with, skinned and boned and hung on a sign in an abandoned building.

To live so long!! In addition to being cautious and careful, I have a special ability to spy on other people's shallow thoughts and soothe their emotions, and even see a glimpse of the future from certain omens.

I know from some anecdotal and knowledge that this ability is actually some kind of psionic ability.

In other words, I am a psyker, a wizard, a superpower, a being who can summon supernatural powers.

But I wasn't happy about it, I didn't hype it, I even hid it and used it only at critical moments.

It's not that there are no psykers in the Drew, it's just that their fate is very bleak.

The monsters that wander in the shadows love nothing more than hunting wizards and taking their bodies.

There are also psykers who are captured by the Beast Gang and used as sacrifices to their worship, the Beast God.

The god of beasts is like an existence born from a mess of things such as tigers, leopards, lions, octopuses, etc., which is very weird, but it is worshiped by the beast gang, and blood sacrifices are made every once in a while.

I thought I was like that all my life, being a slave every day, and then one day I was accidentally killed.

However, in a deal between the Beast Gang and the Qing Group.

I found a great opportunity.

Some special plants not only need a variety of nutrient solutions, but also need human pain and flesh feeding to finally mature, in order to have the effects that those in the upper class need.

That kind of medicine is very important to the upper echelons of Liberty City.

It is the key to their long life and youth.

The Ching Group not only procured a large number of medicines, but also purchased slaves for the cultivation of those special plants.

If I do it right, I can disguise myself as an unconscious, purchased slave and escape.

I didn't hesitate to do that.

Any hesitation and hesitation will kill me.

If you want to survive, you have to make a decision.

That would kill the slaves I worked with, and the enraged Beast Gang would dismember them and make them jerky.

But I don't feel guilty at all.

I want to live so badly.

I want to get out of that terrible hell so much.

I succeeded, escaping not only from the Beasts, but also from the Drew, and from the Qing convoy to the neighboring St. Ann's district.

Each district is huge, and as long as I hide well, the Beasts can't find me.

I also gave myself a name.

As for why I am literate, it is not because I went to school.

How could a lowly slave worker, a spare piece of grain, ever go to school!!

Besides, I'm afraid I can't find a school in the huge Drew district!!

I am literate because the Beasts use machines to force knowledge into our minds in order to make the slaves better at operating the machines and maintaining and maintaining the weapons.

That experience was an ordeal.

It's like somebody splitting your brain, putting something in it, and sewing it up roughly.

Some of the unlucky ones may die as a result.

My name is taken from the protagonist of an old story inside the reader.

That name struck me like there was some kind of magic to it.

It suits me perfectly.

It's like I was born for me.

The name is - white up.

I love the name.

To be on the safe side, I plan to go further afield, away from the Drew district completely.

However, the plan is beautiful, but the reality is often too cruel to accept.

A few days later, I was caught stealing from a gang.

The guys hung me up and used me as a punching bag for the swarthy, muscular giant.

The other man broke my bones with a punch.

The second punch blew me in the eye alive.

It hurts, and I can still hear the sound.

I thought I'd be beaten to death by that guy.

To be honest, in this desperate era, being beaten to death is a kind of grace for a slave like me.

At least not being skinned alive.

I've seen too many of those ways to die.

The perverts of the Beast Gang can always come up with all kinds of vicious ways to die and practice them on the slaves.

When I was in despair, someone walked in, and the big man stopped beating me and walked over.

I struggled to look up, glancing with the last remaining eye at the man who walked in.

When my eyes fell on the man with black eyes, a strange feeling came to my heart.

It's hard to describe.

It's like a drop of water that sees the vast ocean.

It was also like a completely dark world, and suddenly a crack opened, and a ray of light shone out from there.

I think he'll save me.

This is a ridiculous idea.

In this era when the biological bloodline will not hesitate to betray, and relatives and friends can be killed calmly and then eaten as food, who will save a person who has never known him.

I don't know why, but I just feel like this in my heart.

It's as if the gears of different destinies are destined to bite together.

He will save me.

Because at some point in the future, he will need me to die for him, and I will not hesitate.

.........

Images of chaotic memories flooded into my mind.

Qin Zheng took two steps back.

The hand detached from the wood in the fire, and countless images of memory disappeared with it.

"What's going on?"

Qin Zheng looked at his hand, a look of disbelief appeared on his face.

Did he just enter another person's life?

So real.

He can even perceive the thoughts and emotions of the other party at every stage, and that feeling is a thousand, ten thousand times more real than Mewtwo.