Resurrection Empire

By Ashley Moore

Ren Chong, a teenage genius who is terminally ill and chooses the human freezing project, wakes up and finds himself in the wilderness, with a huge blue sun and a silver-white double moon above his head. In this unfamiliar planet, Ren Chong, who relies on the resurrection back in time plug-in to accumulate experience, is determined to become a w

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ashley Moore
• Release date: Jan 2, 2022
• ISBN: 9781961145009

Ashley Moore

Ashley Moore is a paralegal living in Charleston, South Carolina, with her dog, Tallulah. She went to college in Georgia, law school in Virginia, and has lived in seven states in the last fifteen years. Her interests include craft cocktails and woodworking.

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Chapter 2 No Way Back

Boom! Boom!

Thumbs up ......

Deep in the valley's secluded forest, the frozen silo with metal moss on its shell was lifted viciously from the inside.

Ren shivers and drills out.

He crawled out of the silo on his hands and knees, and then tugged on the frozen silo wall with both hands to avoid sliding down from above when his butt hit a sharp rock below.

The last time he came out of the freezer bin like this, he sat on it in one fell swoop, and his hip bone came up against the sharp stone, giving him a painful grimace.

This time, eaten loss of Ren Chong subconsciously more step operation, so that the feet first landed.

He then leaned his back against the metal barn plate and slowly slid down to sit on the floor.

Cough cough cough!

He coughed violently for a long time, and then took a big breath.

He tried desperately to take a deep breath to make sure he was still alive.

He slapped himself on the chest one after another, trying to calm down.

His mind turned over and over a few seconds ago he was shot through the chest, and then to open the skull to take the brain image.

He looked around with fear for a long time.

As far as I can see, there is still a mess of abandoned freezer silos, huge trees with thick branches, vines scurrying all over the ground, dense bushes, bald like moss.

There is no such thing as that flying machine, thank goodness.

Wait, why am I back in the freezer again?

Ren pinched his face again hard to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

He began to have new doubts.

What the hell just happened?

Aren't I dead?

Really dead?

Or was my brain taken away and given to be artificially cultivated in some container, which is my brain being guided out of the brain dream?

Ren Chong thought about it for a long time, but still had no idea.

He even twisted his thighs hard.

Hiss, it does hurt.

It may not be a dream, it may be that this dream is too real.

He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't even notice that the freezer bin beside him was automatically broadcasting messages again until he heard his mom and dad's last words again, and he snapped back to his senses.

Listened to the last words once more.

He calmed down.

Although confused whether this is real or illusion, and now what exactly a situation, why that flying machine without saying anything to kill to take the brain, but always have to walk to see.

Dad said that you have to look ahead in everything.

Just when he was feeling thirsty again, off he went!

Following the memory, Ren Chong once again came to the creek, once again squatting down to drink water and wash his face.

But this time he didn't lie down and think about life, nor did he pick up stones to hit the water, and after a short rest, he chose to walk in the opposite direction from the last time, in order to avoid the unlucky flying machine.

Within two steps of walking out, there was another snap behind him.

Ren looked back in amazement.

It was still the same red, oily fruit that fell to pieces.

He walks back, examining it carefully, then looks up next to him.

There is a flat stone, if memory serves, the last time this stone was picked up by him and used to hit the water.

Now that stone is in the exact same position as last time, no difference.

Then look at the red fruit of the powder and bones, is smashed in a gray and black two palm-sized ground in the middle of the patch.

Ren Chong closed his eyes and recalled for a long time, his face showed astonishment.

The location of the red fruit smashed, the orientation of the scattered pieces after being smashed on the ground, the shape and location of the pieces, either large or small ......

All these details, and his memory is exactly the same, one by one, correspondence, no difference, as if the time is turned back, the years reset.

Any heavy shape like petrified, in the same place for a long time to stand.

He already had some incredible suspicions in his mind.

About ten minutes passed, the stone statue transformed by Ren Chong suddenly moved and went straight to the previously selected direction opposite to the flying machine.

Not long after walking, he suddenly covered his neck again, curled up and fell to the ground.

After a while of pain, Ren Chong slowly got up, and then pinched the time in his mind.

His heart was more certain.

The details of the time, scale, degree, location, etc. of the attack of the disease were also exactly the same as the last time, minute by minute.

Then there are only two possibilities left.

This is either a dream created by the brain that was taken away, or ...... is that time was really reset after death and everything went back to the moment when you first woke up.

At the moment, the first scenario seems a little more likely, and the second is a rosy vision.

......

Boom! Boom!

Once again, Ren climbed out of the freezer.

He slumped limply to the ground, his pupils contracted violently, and his eyes were lingering fear and confusion.

He just died again, again at the hands of the flying machine.

This time he is re-chosen direction, after leaving the dense forest also carefully hooked waist quietly forward, but still by the patrol to the flying machine far notice, and then fly over a clean wave away.

The method is the same as last time, a cannon blast through the chest, and then open the skull to take the brain.

Ren Shong slammed his fist on the ground in anger.

This is not the same as a nightmare when you encounter a ghost wall, infinite sets of children?

I don't believe it! I'll change the orientation again!

Taking the direction of the sun as the standard, he chose due east for the first time, due west for the second time, and this time he chose due south.

Slightly better than the previous two, he at least went out two or three miles more in the open grass, but ended up giving the whizzing craft a spot of harvest.

This time Ren Chong use a few seconds after death netherworld God view to observe a little more detail.

He wrote down the number on the side of the craft, 11899, as well as the orientation of the 11899 patrol flight as it appeared and its route of travel.

The number, which is written in Arabic numerals!

Arabic numbers!

......

Boom! Boom!

Once again, drill out the freezer bin.

This time Ren went all the way north.

......

Boom! Boom!

......

Boom! Boom!

A puff of smoke, Ren Chong once again drilled out of the freezer.

In the last time, Ren went back due east and had a half-full meal before walking out of the dense forest with his clothes pockets of that red fruit that fell from the sky.

Toxic or not, whatever.

Anyway, both are dead, if you can eat first, more strength, then the hope of rushing out can be greater.

Luckily, red fruits are non-toxic.

This time, before leaving the woods, he huddled in a clump of shrubs at the edge of the forest, peering out carefully only through gaps in the shrubs.

He wanted to try to see if he could avoid the flying machine and then slip out while the thing was flying away.

A few minutes later, the sound of whistling wind came from the distance, the flying machine's broke through the air again.

Holding his breath, Ren Chong quietly observed.

He judged from the back of the craft wind pressure ambush down the plants, the craft's route of travel in a very regular arc.

The arc continued to extend, and the straight-line distance between the flying machine and Ren Chong continued to close.

Ren's breathing is getting lower and lower, relying on the naked eye to sense the distance between the two.

He began to have new expectations.

If the craft follows the established route and fails to discover itself at the closest distance to the forest, the escape plan is going to succeed a big step.

Suddenly, the craft made a fierce ninety-degree turn and came straight at Ren Chong's direction.

Ren sighed and casually picked up a palm-sized stone from the ground.

The stone flew out in vain.

This time he did not go home empty-handed, he remembered the general distance between the two at the moment the craft changed direction and swooped over, five hundred meters.

......

Time may have passed for just a moment, or it may have passed for a long time.

The numb-looking Ren Chong once again emerged from the freezer.

He didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

It is basically certain that this is certainly not a dream, because he has died for the one hundred and thirty-sixth time.

If it is a dream, then this is a hundred and thirty-seven times too much of a dream.

Time really resets to the moment of awakening with one's own death, like an infinitely large pangaloo return.

According to the second law of thermodynamics, microscopic particles in nature are in random motion all the time, and the entropy in an isolated system is always in a state of eternal increase.

The universe is moving from order to disorder with an irreversible trend. As time flies, the universe is destined to a thermal silence that represents the chaos of all things.

However, in terms of probability, assuming that the particle is performing true-random motion, then in an infinitely long time period, any particle can necessarily return to a position infinitely close to its initial position after an infinitely long time of random motion.

The same is true for all particles in the universe.

The probability of this happening is infinitely small for a finite period of time.

But as long as this probability exists, in infinite time, it is yet infinitely close to 100 percent.

One day, everything in the universe will return to a certain state where he once existed after an infinitely large cycle of reincarnation.

This can be interpreted as the universe turning back the clock.

This, then, is where the greatest fear of mankind lies - the absolute antithesis of entropy increase, the return of Pongare.

In 1895, Jules Henri Poincaré (Poincaré) historically proved this with a theory.

In March 2018, a group of researchers at the University of Vienna succeeded in demonstrating the phenomenon of Poincaré regression empirically in a multi-particle quantum system in a paper published in Science.

Ren Chong, who is also the author of the paper in the main issue of Science, never believes in ghosts and gods, and will habitually try to answer all his doubts with science.

Now, he could not find a second, better explanation than the return of Panglais.

Understanding this should have been a good thing, but the process of experiencing the truth was a little too painful and desperate for him.

Now, he has figured out the pattern of the craft, outside the dense forest that covers dozens of square kilometers, there are four craft from 11896 to 11899 along a circular trajectory, patrolling at a fixed rate.

When the straight-line distance between yourself and the craft will be sensed within five hundred meters, regardless of whether the field of view is obscured, will be detected, the craft has what is suspected to be a life sensing system.

Now he can card distance easily avoid the flying machine sweep, from any direction to break out of the encirclement.

He has succeeded more than ten times.

But the sad thing is that no matter which direction he drilled out, he would encounter some strange contraptions early before encountering humans.

There are wing span of three meters, the body surface of a metallic luster of giant flying insects, far from seeing him will pounce, easily tear his hands to pick up from the protection of the wooden stick, will pounce on him, and then use the meat grinder-like mouthpiece ......

There was also a fist-sized, kinda cute looking bouncing little creature, as if it was a harmless rabbit. But when this thing on the ground to roll up the smoke and dust to fly, but with the top of the head two pointed ears easily smashed Ren Chong threw out the stone, and then give him a heart to heart. Ren Chong also saw clearly before he died, the white rabbit's body surface is not hair, but as if electroplated with rust-proof paint metal shell.

There is also a voltage of millions of volts lurking in the puddle of metal fish, when he just a foot in, to instantly burned to a crisp.

There are also standing up like a small mountain of ironclad beasts, a mouthful of children.

These things are not as crisp as the flying machine, and the process of killing him is a little slower, he can at least bounce around like a dying grasshopper, but that's about it.

Its process is even more painful and thrilling than dying at the hands of a flying machine.

Ren feels as if no matter how hard he tries, he can't escape death in the end.

This heaven and earth is a horror cruise magnified countless times, an endless nightmare of infinite dimensions.

He was on the verge of a breakdown.

Just last time, he even really tried to kill himself for a relief.

Yet he still woke up from the freezer bin.

He wondered if it would be better not to leave the woods.

He really tried too.

However, five days later, he collapsed in the shade by the creek.

This time he died of cancer.

There is no cure, wait for death.

Ren Chong hugged his legs, like a walking corpse curled up next to the freezer.

His mind was muddled, and all sorts of near-death tragedies were playing in uncontrolled fancy rotation in his head.

His ears perked up and his body subconsciously winced every now and then as his mind was consumed by fear.

He even began to subconsciously resent his parents.

Why did you freeze me? Why throw me into this nightmare where I have no hope at all? Why didn't I just die in the first place? What did I do wrong to deserve this punishment?

At this point in front of Ren Chong there are two choices, either to give in to fear and reality, this completely crazy, and then in a possible infinite cycle of death nightmare to suffer endless torture.

Either cut off all distractions, carry all the pain, get back up, and then a thousand times, 10,000 times, or perhaps even infinite deaths to spell out a hope to rush out.

These two thoughts kept tearing at his brain, causing him to subconsciously let out groans of pain.

Faintly, his ears rang again with his mom and dad's last words.

Since we can't change it, we can only bear it.

But live well.

You have to look forward in everything.

Ren snapped back to his soul.

At the moment when his consciousness was about to sink into the abyss, it was his parents' last words that pulled him back.

He gradually recalled that his parents were ordinary people who had to get by, and the first half of their lives were ordinary, not seeking great wealth, usually good people, but also too lazy to work hard, the most proud achievement in life is to raise him as a remarkable son.

The son died young, and his parents had to face the tragic situation of sending their hair to the black.

When Mom and Dad sold the house sold everything, but also to earn half a million a year to renew the life of their son, the inner heart should actually be desperate.

Nearly half a hundred years old, they gave up their original life, when the debt business may not know what will happen next, just because there is no choice, with the idea of fighting once, not to succeed.

They finally did.

Although they said in their last words very easy, but Ren can imagine, in that situation of the mom and dad is how the morning and night, exhausted and unreserved struggle.

The hundred or so deaths themselves do hurt, but in fact, each pain lasts for a few seconds at most.

Mom and Dad were under the horrible pressure of watching themselves die if their business failed, and they struggled with all their might for forty-five years in a field they didn't like.

It is not easier to live that way than to die.

Although I am in a terrible situation, this is a new life that my mom and dad have worked all their lives to give me, so how can I give up so easily.

Ren Chong took a deep breath, his pupils gradually bursting with unwilling anger.

Once again, he forced himself to calm down and analyze the situation line by line.

I can keep resurrecting and resetting, that's my advantage. I can 'unpredict'. It's my S/L daijutsu to stand invincible. Surely I can find hope of escape!

The flying machine will cut off my brain after killing me, but not move when it comes to those monsters with aggression. Monsters after killing me but will devour me whole, even the bones are not wasted.

There must be some kind of deep meaning behind it. There are Arabic numerals, and in this world, there must be other humans!

It's a good thing, and even more hopeful.

Chapter 3 S/L, Forward

Five minutes later, Ren returned to the freezer bin and tried to click the LCD screen with his finger.

He already had an idea.

Develop your S/L capabilities to the limit and use all the resources available in front of you.

As long as each resurrection can go out one more step forward, it is a great success and one step closer to the dawn!

A prompt pops up on the LCD screen asking him to enter his identification number.

Ren tried to enter his eighteen-digit ID card, which was successfully verified and opened the manager function.

He scanned the information and found in it the maintenance design drawings and overhaul tutorials for the freezer bins.

He poured, pulling out a drawer-like box from the top of the freezer compartment, which was a portable toolbox.

The tools in the toolbox are largely well preserved, wrench driver screwdriver can still be used, and the German sewer grease paper bags have a match.

Relying on this thing, Ren Chong removed two more parts from the freezer compartment to.

A one-meter-long alloy iron rod, and an auxiliary on-board computer with its own voice recording function.

This computer is not the main control system of the freezer bin, but only an auxiliary tool for the operator to enter information and retrieve the bin operation from outside.

There is another independent operation and maintenance system deep inside the silo, which is free from outside interference and has higher stability.

The purpose of Ren Chong taking this is to use it as a notebook to organize the available information gathered from memory, so that it can be easily analyzed line by line.

After the work is done, Ren Chong and quickly go to the stream, pinpointing the time to shake open clothes to catch the red fruit falling from the sky.

Washed in the stream, put it in your mouth and nibbled on it, the sweet juice splashed and crunchy.

Ren Chong then fished out the palm-sized computer from his trouser pocket and entered the voice messages one by one.

About half an hour passed, he got up again and took two steps to the side, shaking out his clothes again.

He did not have to look up, there was something falling straight down from the sky naturally.

Very well, the second fruit arrived full.

About an hour and a half later, Ren Chong's figure appeared in the direction of the dense forest due south.

In the distance, a floating black shadow is following the rolling terrain into the distance, and Ren Chong's distance is just a little more than 500 meters.

It is the 11899 flying machine.

Ren Chong did not hesitate to pull his legs and chase.

He certainly wasn't inflated enough to hunt this thing, just to follow his opponent's line of march and break out of the first encirclement.

After walking at a fast pace for about an hour, Ren Chong managed to swoop out and enter the safety zone before the 11897 craft leaned in due east.

Ren stopped to ponder for thirty seconds.

Next, five kilometers further on, you will enter the territory of the giant insect with a three-meter wingspan.

The insect has six wings, divided into two sides, three wings on each side, two long and one short.

The wings are extremely thin, translucent, the surface in the sunlight has a rainbow of fluorescent flooding, there are dark veins such as leaves tendons spread out between them. Wings have a certain toughness, there are serrated at the edge, very sharp.

The carapace of the insect is long and thick in the front and thin in the back.

And behind the human-sized head, eight human-arm-length thin feet concentrated in the first half of the body, the second half is occupying more than seven-tenths of the total length of the body of the mast body, like a nine-section whip.

Insects gain lift and thrust in flight by coiling airflow with high-frequency vibration of the wings.

The shape of this insect is very similar to the dragonfly in Ren Chong's memory, but the body structure is extraordinarily strong, the stone smashed on it will sound like a metal clanking sound.

The glazed wings looked like a fragile item, and as a result, when they pounced on Ren Chong once, the wings swept over a thigh-thick tree trunk, easily severing it.

In addition, the dragonfly's long, finger-thin foot seems to be made of alloy. The sharpness of the barbs in the front part of the foot is comparable to that of a surgical scalpel, and cutting on the body is like cutting tofu.

Don't ask Ren Chong why he knows so well, he doesn't want to remember.

Dragonfly, is exactly the breakthrough Ren Chong chose.

Don't look at the dragonfly as if it's scary, but Ren Chong felt it was the best of all monsters to deal with after carefully comparing it in his mind.

The little rabbit looks cute, but the running speed is as fast as lightning, more critical, is that Ren Chong thought through his head can not think how to deal with this thing, offense and defense as one, seamless.

As for the electric fish lurking in the puddle is even more excessive, he did not see anything every time, it was somehow over-electrified by the foot, burned all over the blue fire, nuisance, die more miserable, more inexplicable.

As for the rest, it's even more violent.

Ren thinks that although the dragonfly is not weak in killing, but since it is an insect, it is likely to have the characteristics of high attack and low defense. As long as you operate well, first give it a whole lot of injuries, may have to engage.

Twenty minutes or so later, Ren Chong poked half his head out from under a small dirt slope.

The dragonfly in front is lying motionless on a boulder.

Ren Chong took a deep breath and sprang his whole head upward.

On this occasion, the dragonfly compound eye rotation, seems to see this side, steeply rise into the air, straight to swoop.

Ren Chong did not hesitate to turn around and run wildly out two steps to the side and back, and then leap, lying flat, his body sliding quickly down the smooth meadow that grows here.

The route was carefully planned by him little by little from memory.

So far, he has executed well, with errors accurate to less than a second, and gliding in exactly the same direction as planned.

When sliding to the bottom of the meadow, Ren Chong's feet were stationed, and rolled forward twice to cushion the situation.

Boom!

After all, not a professional action actor, in the landing roll when he failed to control his body, to the side a little, his head just hit the ground on a raised stone, head bleeding, starry-eyed, seven.

Ren Chong just sat up again, wiping away the curtain of blood in front of his eyes, he saw the dragonfly scissor-like mouthpiece stuttering with cold light to meet his face.

Pawn.

......

Familiar meadow slopes, familiar skid marks.

Another attempt.

Landing.

He added a little more force to his right foot, then lunged forward and rolled slightly in a different direction, successfully avoiding the stone and squared his body, just before the sprinters started the posture.

Right foot power, punch!

Ren Chong gave his life's best shot and crossed a tree surrounded by seven people exactly 100 meters from the starting point 14 seconds later.

The 14-second 100-meter run level is really unbearable, but it is the unprecedented peak of his life as a serious cancer patient.

In the moment he just rushed through the tree, the dragonfly has flown after him from the rear, eight long feet aggregated into eagle claw-like stretching forward, straight to Ren Chong's back.

The two are only ten meters apart.

When the dragonfly crossed the tree, the left wing, which was about one and a half meters long, was still extended, cutting through the trunk of the tree like a hobby knife cutting A4 paper.

As a matter of fact, seven people around the tree was just cut off a meter or so of the trunk part and not hurt.

But since Ren Chong chose this tree as a means of escape, has his own reasoning.

The bottom of the tree trunk position already has most of the rotten, and now the dragonfly wings cut off another small half, along with the sound of snorting and snorting wood cracking sound, the tree towards the direction of the lateral spread of branches growth, that is, the east side collapsed.

This east side is also the direction of escape chosen by Ren Chong.

He took several steps forward, leaping forward before the black shadow behind him to the cage, lunging out, just in time not to be hit by the tree canopy.

Ren Chong only half a circle, once again in the direction of the dragonfly, that is, to continue away from the direction of the dense forest rushed.

As he ran, he glanced sideways at the big tree.

Underneath the thick foliage that had fallen to the ground, several sharp bird calls suddenly rang out, as well as the buzzing sound caused by the accelerated vibration of the dragonfly's wings.

The trees began to shake violently, and sometimes three or two iron-feathered green birds with a wingspan of about a meter could be seen breaking through the trees and flying out, then turning around in mid-air, with their pointed beaks forward, like missiles, and swooping back into the trees.

It is naturally impossible to trap the dragonfly with all parts of its body sharpened like iron by the wooden tree body alone.

What Ren really has his eye on is the nest of green birds nesting in the upper part of the tree canopy.

During the previous death, Ren Chong already knew that this nest of iron-feathered green birds, unlike dragonflies, was not interested in him as a human, although it also had a considerable attack power.

Ren is just betting that the bird will not be displeased with the culprit who destroyed its home, which led to a fight between the two sides.

A small plan to drive away the tiger and swallow the wolf.

The sound of collisions under the canopy of trees, sometimes visible in a large number of affected by the collapse of branches one after another.

The dragonfly and the green bird also finally revealed their forms.

Seven large or small iron-feathered green birds are whistling and attacking the dragonfly.

The angry iron-feathered green bird family flipped up and down, sharp beaks and claws rained down on the dragonfly, sparks splattered and made a clanging sound like the clash of gold and iron.

Dragonfly but simply do not want to tangle with the iron-feathered green bird, the head only dead towards the direction of Ren Chong, constantly winging attempts to take off out of the encirclement, but then to the four sides of the iron-feathered green bird deadly suppression.

Three minutes later, Ren Chong successfully passed the boulder where the dragonfly was lying before.

He had officially reached a position he had never touched before, and he was more than ten kilometers out of the freezer bin!

Only then did he notice that the original boulders were littered with metal wreckage.

At first glance.

There are tattered hollow mechanical arms, looking as if they can reach in and drape themselves on the look.

There are more broken and broken, completely indistinguishable from what the mechanical structure of the contraption haphazardly piled up.

It's like a small car scrapyard.

Ren Chong leaned down to pick a while, did not find an intact can use things.

The whistling at the back of the hill has not yet stopped, and the dragonfly and the iron-feathered green bird have not yet decided on a winner.

Without further delay, he took off his legs and continued to run forward.

Every next step is a brand new step, stepping into unknown areas.

Although not really escaped, but his heart stone has been put down a lot at this time.

A confident smile spread across his face.

I saw Arabic numerals on the craft, mechanical armor that must have been worn on a human body in the dragonfly's lair, and so many gears, metal wires, and junk remains of alloy structures.

These are definitely artifacts! There must be people in this world!

Then, each additional step out of the next, the hope of encountering humans will be one point greater.

As long as we can meet people, we have a chance to continue to live!

After being tortured in despair for more than a hundred times, Ren Chong, with an infinite vision of the future, set his feet on the evening sun and headed south.

Charge!

Roar!

Snappy ......

He hung up again.

It was hung as hastily and haphazardly as ever.

It happened when he just broke away from the dragonfly territory more than three hundred meters away.

He just crossed another small dirt canyon, in front of him is a large indigo grassland, the ground is dense with gullies, several groups of organic creatures like deer and horses are walking around comfortably in dozens of herds.

From time to time, these creatures lower their heads and pull up grass roots from the ground and chew them in their mouths.

The individual creatures always kept their heads high, glancing warily.

Judging from the behavior pattern of these creatures, they should be herbivores.

The air was filled with a peaceful and tranquil aura, Ren Chong had thought to have been briefly safe.

Unexpectedly, as he passed a small mound of three people high, a deafening roar suddenly came from the depths of the mound.

Looking sideways, a huge, dark, burly beast broke through the bushes that covered the mound and swooped in.

The beast is about three meters tall, dark, with a large head and round waist, thick arms and legs.

The fangs in the bloody mouth are white.

The gray-black claws at the tip of the giant palm scratching came with a cold light.

Ren so wanted to escape, but could not escape, too fast.

He was too late to take off the alloy stick from his back as a weapon, just like a dumb-headed goose standing still, and then to the beast's big slap on the head.

Obviously the death looks miserable, but he was slightly relieved, can be counted out of a recognition of the animal.

This thing is definitely a bear, that is, larger than the earth's bears, faster action, more ruthless ...... just.

In the post-mortem view, Ren Chong also saw that the dragonfly was rushing up from the back of the small earth can.

Sticky blue plasma paint-like cover the dragonfly's body, it is slightly broken, the flight speed also slowed down a little.

The big bug took out the nest of iron-feathered cygnets and wasn't about to let me go.

Chapter 4 Counter Killing

......

Once again, Ren appeared at the edge of the Indigo Grassland.

Forward!

Having learned a lesson, this time his route was more than twenty meters away from the mound where the giant black bear was hiding.

But he didn't just walk away, but sprinted around an arc to about twenty meters in front of the mound.

Ren Chong, the black bear mound, the dragonfly is about to appear in the earthen canyon, the three are exactly connected in a straight line.

In the description of the slightly wretched dragonfly just when the head, Ren Chong back, raise his hand, throw.

A stone the size of a baby's fist traced a parabolic line and landed in the bushes on the black bear mound.

Roar!

An angry black bear lunges out of the bush.

At this time, the dragonfly flew close to the ground, just skimming the top of its head.

The black bear raised his claws and slapped them upward, the iron claws flashed coldly and slapped the dragonfly's face head-on.

The dragonfly was caught off guard and flew backwards several meters.

Taking advantage of its illness, the black bear came running wildly.

The two ferocious beasts fought and killed each other.

The dragonfly flips up and down in place and keeps swooping.

The black bear roared while waving his palms in the air.

The culprit who created the dispute, Ren Chong, has long since taken the opportunity to continue to flee into the distance.

This time he escaped for five more minutes, only to run slower and slower the further he got to the back, the more his stamina gave out.

Eventually, he stopped in front of a three-meter-wide gully and was not allowed to move an inch.

He couldn't jump over and looked back.

The dragonfly actually came after us again.

It is on the iron-feathered green bird blood off a lot, nine long abdominal rear half has broken off, only by a little skin shell implication, hanging in the rear.

It also flies less smoothly than before, swaying left and right.

Below the eight long feet also grasped a round thing, has been chewed to pieces, presumably should be the head of the black bear.

According to Ren Chong's understanding of wildlife, with this serious injury, what should be done is not to chase the prey, but to find a safe place to recuperate properly.

But this dragonfly is obsessed with him like no other, like the demon who smells the flesh of the Tang monk in the Journey to the West.

Although the dragonfly is injured, but the thin dead camel is bigger than the horse.

Ren wielded an alloy stick and struck the dragonfly twice on its wings and head, but it still died without dignity.

......

Once again arrived at the front of the gully, but this time Ren Chong brought an extra vine.

He first set the vine on the edge of the gully on a rising rock, then let go of the vine and slid down the gully with a stiff head.

Halfway through the slide, he accidentally hit a protruding rock at the waist, lost his balance, tumbled all the way to the bottom of the ditch and fell to the ground.

But he got up in the next second, tugging on the lower end of the vine, leaning back violently, raising his legs and stomping on the side wall of the gully with force, the whole person was parallel to the ground.

That was the moment when the dragonfly emerged from above the gully and swooped in like a bomber.

Not caring about the pouncing dragonfly, Ren Chong's brain veins burst, gritting his teeth, waist and abdomen, legs once again blatant force.

Above, the vine set of rocks was shaken.

A two-meter-long, meter-wide, half-meter-high slab of rock from the gully rock wall downward tumbling, straight down.

This rock is exactly the same detail that Ren Chon observed available to him during his last death, using his netherworld God's perspective after death.

The lower part of the rock would have been fractured and shaky, and as long as the center of gravity is off, it will smash down on its own.

He had every opportunity to yank this thing off.

As the rock fell, Ren Chong's back hit the ground heavily due to the loss of the point of impact.

At this time, although his brain is faint, but firmly remember the plan, the right hand from the side to grab the alloy stick placed in advance, grabbed with both hands, from the bottom to stab straight up.

The long alloy stick is slightly longer than the dragonfly's thin foot, and it is right between the dragonfly's head and chest.

The dragonfly's eight long feet danced about, slashing into the alloy long stick one after another, clicking and clacking.

The surface of the stick was cut with gaping holes.

The hands of Ren Chong holding the alloy stick are even more tremendously shaken, and almost want to get out of hand.

But the strong desire to live supported him, dead hold on is not to let go.

The dragonfly's wings have stopped vibrating, seemingly to press down strongly with their weight.

Fortunately, the body density of insects is not high, although the dragonfly body surface appears to have a large number of metal structures, but its weight is only a few dozen kilograms, Ren Chong can hold up.

Finally, the dragonfly behind the black shadow gradually to, the piece of fallen rock pieces tumbled down.

Ren Chong's arms then fired, pushing the metal stick upward slightly, then rolling violently to the left.

The dragonfly presses down again.

The lower end of the alloy stick rubbed against Ren Chong's rib cage.

Ren launched his right hand and grabbed the lower end of the metal stick with one hand.

He is no longer strong top, but instead follows the dragonfly's tendency to press downward and relaxes his right hand.

Clang!

The bottom of the alloy stick touched the ground, and at the same time, the rock plate slapped the dragonfly squarely on the back!

A toothsome crunching sound came.

Ren Chong's right hand spread out and continued to roll out to the left several times.

He looks back again.

The stone slab is slanted on the ground.

It is the upper end of the alloy stick that is holding up the slab.

The lower end of the alloy stick is then sunk deep into the earth.

As for the unbeatable dragonfly, it was skewered on a stick.

The stick passed through the soft tissue at its cephalothoracic link and there was a slow flow of greenish tissue fluid down the stick.

The dragonfly is still struggling and trying to get out of the trap.

But its throat was pierced, and one side of the wing was pressed to death by the stone plate, and could not break out.

The dragonfly again reluctantly bends its thin foot and continues to chop the stick.

The force is much weaker than before, and each blade can only leave a deep and shallow mark, unable to cut through the alloy stick for a while.

Kill me so many times, you damn also have today.

Ren Chong saw the situation, once again climbed up, picking up stones from the side, so that the strength to shine the Ya brain smashed hard.

Smash out a piece and pick up another piece.

Once, once, and again ......

Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap ......

The dull crackling sound echoed repeatedly in the wilderness.

I do not know how long has passed, Ren Chong sat on his buttocks on the ground, lying on his back, panting heavily, his face full of white, bloodless.

At this time the sky can still be seen in the evening glow, not yet into the night.

Ren Chong clothes ragged, leaking in the outside of the skin has a blue and purple, and do not know when the blood wound was cut open.

The ghostly dragonfly, finally dead through.

The deformed head drooped diagonally, and the large pair of compound eyes were pitted like a dog-chewed battery lamp.

Ren Chong tried to sit up, tried a few times, but could not get up.

He is a seriously ill body, spell out this result is already out of full strength.

The dragonfly died, his spirit suddenly relaxed and collapsed.

At this time, he was in severe pain everywhere in his body, not an ounce of strength, it was difficult to even move a finger.

Feeling the body strength is gradually disappearing, Ren Chong dazed thought.

I'm running out of gas.

Efforts for so long, so easy to kill the dragonfly, but still have to be like a lonely ghost like a desolate guest died in the wilderness.

Demoralized.

But again, he knew there was a chance to keep starting over.

The next time I slide down the gully I'll be more careful not to fall that way and it should be a lot easier.

But there are also new problems.

This time, I was able to use the alloy stick to accurately penetrate the joint connection of the dragonfly's head and thorax, in fact, there is a great element of luck.

The rolling attitude of the slab as it falls, and the direction of force when it finally hits the back of the dragonfly is also very subtle, if it is slightly crooked, the stick may not be able to pierce the dragonfly.

This time can become, 10% by ability, 90% by luck.

If you start over again, nine out of ten still have to kneel.

But he does not matter, can kill it this time, it can kill it ten times a hundred times.

He is not demoralized, and even a little proud of himself.

Such as dragonflies this beast, get to the twenty-first century on earth, can easily abuse the northeast tiger.

An unarmed dying cancer patient from ancient times can put up a fight, even if it's the same death, there is no shame.

Die with no regrets.

Sleepy and bruised, Ren Chong only felt his consciousness sinking, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and he wanted to sleep more and more.

In a daze, he vaguely saw several shadows descending from the sky again.

He didn't even bother to struggle anymore, and only cursed in his heart.

I'm so unlucky, what a breakthrough to choose, get killed one and then come several.

Can't afford to play?

Next time do not find the dragonfly, can not stand.

Hey, why is there a person lying in the ditch? Oh, no, there's a first-class market beast under this slab! It just died! Hey! Got a bargain.

Ren Chong ears cold sounded a crisp and pleasant woman's voice, like a heavenly music.

His eyes snapped open.

In a flash, he analyzed two key messages.

First, there are really humans on this planet!

Finally, we see a living person!

Second, the other side speaks Mandarin.

Ah, I'm home.

Chapter 5 Scavenging Squad

The power of returning light is powerful.

Ren Chong managed to open his eyes and stared greatly, looking carefully at the five black shadows that had just arrived.

In the dusk afterglow, two women and three men, a total of five people are interested in surrounding.

The woman who spoke earlier was not tall, delicate and small, with a cute baby face, short hair, wearing tight black leather pants, a long black barrel gun on her back, and a large caliber revolver on each side of her waist.

The woman next to the slightly taller, about one meter seven, the front and back, slender, long hair in a ponytail behind the head, eyebrows, but the face is cold, wearing light blue work clothes, a shoulder bag on the back, the belt around the waist hanging a small arm-length short knife.

The other three men, one of them stout, with a large waist, wrapped in a pair of extremely textured full-coverage armor, only from the uncovered helmet mask reveals thick eyebrows and large eyes most of the face.

Another man of medium size, pointed face and thin eyes, wearing a blue baseball cap, wearing an electrician's outfit, covered with a leather vest full of pockets, the pants also have six bulging pockets, and then a briefcase around the waist.

There is also a man, ordinary appearance, the size is also sparse, wearing a strapless undershirt. This guy's hands are different from normal people, arms hanging down, almost to the knees, arms full of dark scales, thick palms only four fingers, three fingers in front of a finger in the back, the back of the fingers have crab claw-like armor, shiny metal nails long and sharp.

This is not even a human hand!

At the sight of this person, Ren Chong was inwardly shocked, but on the surface, he forced himself to be calm and even tried to say hello to the other party.

But he failed.

Opening his eyes is the limit of what he can do.

Had to take advantage of the doll-faced woman looking over with an enthusiastic wink to indicate that there was a living person here.

But the other side didn't even seem to notice.

This crystal winged fly just died not long ago, the chip is still useful. The doll-faced woman lifted her right hand and looked at her wristwatch, Han language you nimble to save the chip. There are still twenty-five minutes until dark. The fastest hover car can only be 300 kilometers per hour, and then you have to take a slight detour to avoid the secondary market beasts, leaving twenty-two minutes to catch up is already the limit. We must return to Starfire Town before dark, and we must leave in three minutes at the latest.

The tall woman in work clothes nodded slightly, shook off the shoulder bag, flat on the ground, open the zipper, from inside a pair of blue gloves, put them on, and then walked to the dragonfly named Crystal Wingfly.

She slowly stretched out her hands and aimed her palms at the smashed and deformed head of the Crystal Winged Dragonfly. Ten slim orange-red beams of light shot out from her fingertips and landed on the dragonfly's head.

The ten beams of light flickered and wandered at times.

The dragonfly's eyes and head covered with cuticle began to peel off like eggshells.

The tall woman's look was focused.

Obviously, she does a fine job.

Captain Zheng Sweet, this man seems to be dying. To save or not to save?

On the other hand, the long-armed man finally spared his head to look down at Ren Chong and said so.

Ren Chong a heart immediately to the throat.

Yes! Here comes the main event!

Doll face with his hands behind his back, take two good steps and squat down in front of Ren Chong.

Get the opportunity, Ren immediately and look at it with affection.

Those eyes seemed to talk.

His eyes are crying out, Help me! Help me!

He has died too many times and really had enough.

He wanted to live once too much.

While staring at each other, Ren couldn't help but recall a sacred text he once read.

A certain Lu sage said: If a pair of strange men and women in the first meeting, can look at each other for more than five seconds, this is love.

However, far from five seconds, only a little three seconds later, the sight of the doll-faced named Zheng Tian began to slide, measuring Ren Chong, frowning slightly, Strange, this person is not heavily wounded, how to give a feeling of death.

The strong man in armor also came over with a thud and said in a jar: He has no equipment and no energy level reaction, he is an ordinary person at the bottom of the pecking order, he can actually fight to death a mature stage of the first class market beast, it is also very powerful. It's a pity to die like this.

Ren gave silent praise to this hanyou, well said!

Zheng sweet, Yes oh, quite rare. Kind of interesting.

But he does not have a wristwatch, take him with you in case you run into a hunter-killer is also a problem, and the quota for the town's deserters filled up long ago, even if you take him back, wait a few months he still has to die. I do not think there is a need to save, let him destroy himself.

In the light of hope is about to shine into the heart of the moment, the sharp-faced, thin-eyed baseball cap man, but cold to Ren Chong stabbed out a fatal knife.

Cool.

Ren Chong: Woori! I greet your ancestors for eight generations!

It took the tall woman only two and a half minutes to peel out a nail-cap-sized contraption from the head of the crystal-winged fly, which resembled a twenty-first century semiconductor silicon chip.

She carefully put the chip into a small box divided into more than ten compartments, and then greeted, Go.

Next, even if Ren Chong kept looking at everyone with a supplicating gaze, these people still waved their sleeves in a very dashing manner, walking without delay, not even bothering to look at him, as if lying there waiting to die is not a person, but a mongrel wild dog.

......

The night is cool as water, and the long night is long.

Ren Chong lay alone in the depths of the gully.

The slab next to it has been lifted and the body of the crystal-winged fly has been taken away.

Ren Chong's body is getting colder and colder, his consciousness is sinking, and his eyelids are unconsciously closing.

He's dying.

He was resigned to it.

I never thought I would be sentenced to death so easily.

This is very different from his three views.

On the road to see the grandmother fell, no one around to look, do not dare to help even if you can at least help make a phone call to the police.

What's the point of just walking away without a care in the world?

Is it still human?

Or is it that the world is no longer the system of the motherland and the hearts of the people have changed?

When he first arrived, Ren, who had just connected with the civilized society on this strange planet for the first time, was derailed again.

He was taught a vivid lesson.

Pawn.

......

Your name is Zheng Tian, right? Hello, nice to meet you.

The immortal aura, very high man style Ren Chong sitting on the stone, with a confident and meaningful smile on his face, said to the five people who are looking at themselves with puzzled eyes.

Under the stone slab he was sitting on, the crystal winged flies were dead through.

This time, he perfected all the details of the battle to the extreme, from beginning to end without being touched a bit, only a bit of mud and dust on his body.

Who are you?

Zheng Tian crossed her waist and came forward, her big eyes blinking, looking at Ren Chong with extreme curiosity, How do you know me?

The reaction of the others was no different, they were all confused.

Chapter 6: The Hunters

When Zheng sweet a few people passed by, the sensor of the hover car suggested that there was an extremely weak level one market beast here.

In the principle that there are cheap not to check white not to pick up, a few people slightly around the road a few hundred meters, intended to come over to see the situation.

As a result, they saw the scene in front of them.

An unarmed, weak and strange man, as if he had expected the crowd to come, crossed his legs and waited there.

What's even weirder is that he broke Zheng Tian's name in one breath.

Zheng Sweet is just a scavenger captain in Starfire Town, far from the level of fame.

This strange man at first glance is not the town, there is no reason to have heard of Zheng Sweet.

All kinds of anomalies, to add a few mysterious and unpredictable feeling on him.

It doesn't matter how I met you.

Seeing that pretending to be a god has successfully bluffed people, Ren Chong secretly breathed a sigh of relief, My name is Ren Chong, I have something to go to Starfire Town, but something happened on the way, and now I have no ability to protect myself. I would like to use the corpse of this Crystal Winged Butterfly as payment and ask you to take me to Starfire Town. Is that okay?

Zheng sweet eyes turn, We met in person is also fate, we can take you to the town, but the payment is not necessary. Time is short, Han language you help brother Ren Chong to remove the chip.

Ren Chong: Many thanks.

Zheng Tian: You're welcome.

Two and a half minutes later, the tall woman unwrapped the chip and then gave Ren Chong an enquiring look.

Ren Chong shook his head and said, I don't have a suitcase on me, so please help me load it.

With Zheng Sweet's enthusiastic assistance, Ren climbed up the gully.

A van truck nearly ten meters long is parked on the ground in front.

The truck has no wheels and lives like a container.

The blue sun is about to set in the distance.

The armored big man held the corpse of the crystal-winged fly in one hand, opened the cargo door at the back of the truck, and threw it in with his hand.

Ren Chong shifted his eyes and observed that there were several animal carcasses stacked in the container that he did not recognize.

Said the animal, but at least nearly half of the muscle are flooded with metallic luster.

Now Ren Chong already knows what these things are, collectively known as market beasts.

There are two rows of seats in the front of the truck, and Zheng Sweet took the driver's seat.

The strong man is in the more spacious passenger seat.

The back row originally could only accommodate three people, respectively, long-armed men, baseball caps and tall women, an extra Ren Chong seems a little crowded.

The tall woman sat by the window on the far left side of the car, with Ren Chong on her right.

The two are very close to each other, limbs inevitably bumping.

There's no way around it.

Fortunately, the few-talking tall woman is generous and does not take issue with Ren.

It may also be that she is not sensitive to physical contact at all, but in contrast, Ren subconsciously slightly squirm, but suppressed in the heart did not show.

After seeing the cold-bloodedness of this group of people, Ren Chong does not feel that he is really safe at this time.

Now, he believes that all the friendliness shown by these people is a false appearance, behind each of them hides a devil mask that eats people without spitting out bones.

So his every move at this time, raising his hands and feet are theater, must hold up their own high persona.

As long as they can't see through me, they won't move me.

On Ren's right hand side, it is the same pointy-faced, thin-eyed baseball cap that has given him the death sentence.

The long-armed man is sitting by the window on the far right.

The car was filled with a pungent smell and I don't know if it was the oil or the wiring that was burning.

The dashboard in front of you is messily arranged.

In the gaps in the dashboard, from time to time, you can also see three or two metal wires naughty out of the tip.

Zheng sweet first put the palm of his hand on a mouse pad-sized plastic plate, the plate below the shimmering light.

An electronic tone sounded in the carriage, Authentication successful.

The driver, Zheng Tian, whistled, Let's go home.

The car wobbled and floated up, and finally stopped at a height of two meters above the ground and began to accelerate forward.

In the process, the clunking and clicking under the car did not stop, giving the illusion that it could fall apart at any time.

Zheng sweet look back to shake a little confused Ren Chong, an embarrassed smile, Sorry, our turtle hover car is Wen Lei picked up from the garbage pile of assembled goods, in addition to the horn does not ring which all ring.

Ren waved his hand in a particularly considerate manner, It's not in the way, it's not in the way.

Wen Lei sullenly said: have to drive a car are good. And did not spend money, but also pick and choose. Besides, the next time it breaks down, I won't fix it.

Zheng Tian: I'm wrong I'm wrong!

The car drove out for a few minutes, and Zheng Sweet drove while climbing with Ren Chong.

She seemed to be trying to find out where he came from, how he knew her name, and what he was doing in Starfire Town.

Ren Chong naturally can not answer one, only to snort, and then vaguely show that they have a background that is not convenient to disclose, is to give him a muddle.

Zheng sweet but brainstorming.

Ren is incapable of fighting, which is obvious.

In this world, the wilderness wastelanders without the ability to fight have little chance to deal with the people of the town throughout their lives.

Then this rules out the possibility that Ren Chong is a wilderness wastelander.

But it would be unreasonable to say that Ren Chong is a resident of another town.

Ordinary townspeople simply do not have to pay attention to who is in other towns.

If one were a big shot in Starfire, so be it, but not.

Your name is invalid information. In this world, no one cares about invalid information, it takes up too much space in the brain.

Then there is only one explanation, hands free Ren Chong may come from a large organization, is secretly researching and observing the situation in the town of Starfire, even the name of a small person like yourself was noticed.

He must be plotting something.

This plot could be good or bad for the town.

But what does it matter?

As Zheng Tian pondered the question, the sharp-faced, slender-eyed man who had already made a list in Ren Chong's mind poked Ren Chong's waist with his elbow and said enthusiastically, Right, brother Ren Chong. I have to give you a heads up.

What?

"Now you don't have a wristwatch on you. Later on, in case we run into a hunter-killer patrol, you'll have to exchange the chip