The afternoon sun shines on the ground, dyeing the sand and gravel beaches and lake beaches. Many reeds grow on the beach, and green shoots drill up out of the moist soil, adding a flourishing backdrop to this slumbering world of decaying civilization.

     On the shore of the lake, the wind was strong, and his body was still cold as ice, but there was a man holding his trousers and cuffs, looking along the water to fight the cold and wet wind. It seemed that this man was going to try his luck, but after searching for a long time, he still couldn't find any dead fish stranded. Although he looked disappointed, he was not discouraged, but immediately turned his attention to the green reeds by the lake.

     These are edible, and the taste is very refreshing. Although it doesn't have many calories, it can also add some minerals and vitamins. It's soft and crunchy after a bit of processing, much more appetizing than those evenly distributed mushy "nutrition meals".

     The man bent down to harvest, his slightly long bangs fell down to cover his forehead, looking very cumbersome. Beyond that was a pair of war-damaged black-framed glasses. One of the lenses was completely blurred and broken cobwebs covered the entire lens. It seems that not only will it not improve vision, but it may also interfere with retinal imaging. However, he doesn't mind that, and has no intention of ditching his glasses or cutting his hair short.

     The man with a somewhat shabby appearance and a picture of a dead house before the end of the day is Tran Thien, to survive the winter, he worked hard for 3 months on this lakeside "base". It wasn't until a few days ago that an elite team in the base brought back a batch of supplies, then he took a few days off, and it was his turn to do some simple and easy gathering tasks.

    The survival materials exchanged in the past three months were very limited, the food was just leftovers and a mess that the big brothers at the base had selected and enjoyed. The color, smell, and properties of these foods are not much different from the soil, but the taste is fresh every day, salty, sour, bitter, bitter, one can't guess the ingredients, but the "delicious" is. Yes. someday. It's getting harder and harder to say.

     In these days, Tran Thien's taste buds have almost been butchered by the "chef" of the base, so looking at the reed buds on the ground in front of him, the instinctive reaction in his heart is that his cheeks are sour and watery. saliva.

 The reeds in the swamp are thick, fatty, and the crunchy sound when cut with a dagger is addictive. He was focused on this, and did not notice an unusual string of ripples on the surface of the lake not far away.

     At this time, Tran Thien turned his back to the lake and planned to peel off part of the outer bark of the harvested reed shoot to reduce weight and make it easier to carry. But just as he was concentrating on this, suddenly there was a loud sound of water coming from behind him. Tran Thien instinctively felt that something was wrong, and quickly rolled on the spot, just barely avoiding a sneak attack from behind.

     The huge monster suddenly appeared from the lake, its violent sneak attack stirred the air, creating a disgusting wind, the sound of fingers breaking in the wind almost scratched Tran Thien's ears, and his head was almost slapped in the mud by the other person. slap on the ground.

     The green-gray mud-covered monster seemed stunned when it missed its target, and it paused for a moment, perhaps wondering how the bespectacled otaku who only liked to eat grass was able to dodge the quick attack its maximum.

     Although temporarily saved, Tran Thien's way of hiding was embarrassing, after rolling away, his clothes were almost the same color as wet mud on the ground. His movements looked confused, but he was still agile, and he was able to escape normally in the face of a surprise attack. During the rush, Chen Shuli did not panic, and even maintained his body's coordination and stability, between tossing and turning, he gradually restored the state of using his arms and legs to walk erect. After dodging the initial attack, the stealthy attacker didn't immediately launch the attack, which gave Tran Thi a little breath. But the other party had no intention of giving up, and a man and a beast became your stand after me, and this man's situation was immediately in jeopardy.

     Shocked by the ambush, his empty mind gradually became organized, trying to devote a little bit of energy to observing and analyzing the enemy. Unfortunately, the conclusions drawn are not optimistic. Judging from the energy fluctuations emanating from the beast, this was an advanced mutant being. Adrenaline spiked to the extreme, causing people to temporarily let go of fear, but it made people tense, Tran Thien Thien's heart almost jumped out of his throat, but his remaining reason constantly forced himself to calm down. calm down. High-class mutant beasts that had the absolute advantage of overwhelming strength and speed, didn't need to hide in a bone-cold lake to attack a human. Tran Thien quickly discovered that the opponent's body was a bit heavy, except that the first attack was too fast for people to react in time, but the speed after that was slowed down to the naked eye. This allows Tran Thien to finally have a chance to "assess" the attacker's true face as he runs for his life.

     This is a strange beast with a reptile-like appearance three meters long, under the cover of mud, it is not difficult to see beyond the striped blue-gray skin covered with uneven hard bones. It was the armor given by natural evolution, so that the natural enemy could not easily pierce its weak points. The sharp teeth on the mutated monster's jaws drifted away from their lips, like a row of spikes pointing up to the sky. Various physical signs suggest that its genetic source may have come from crocodiles, but the shape of the skull and the position of the eye sockets. different from alligators. Other, and even stranger, are the sharp claws at the tips of its forelimbs, giving rise to five opposite fingers that look very flexible, even with some primate features.

     Ever since the tide of mutant monsters broke out, these fearsome creatures seemed out of nowhere, completely disrupting the inherent theory of reproduction and evolution. Without the profound rules of traditional biological theory among these alien species there is no "reproductive isolation" between different mutant species, and different genes interact, causing organisms to This dangerous and bizarre has an exponentially increasing number and species. However, in just a few decades, countless monsters have appeared on the planet. People have even given up on naming them individually, replacing them with representations of traits and appearance classes.

 People in front of them don't know how many times they have crossed to form such a peerless appearance. Of course, not every mutant monster is capable of damage, and some low-level species don't have a huge difference in lethality compared to regular monsters. However, Tran was able to find a faint sense of energy resonance from this one, which means that this mutant monster has left the primary stage and has evolved a transition crystal nucleus. energy exchange. Compared to those elementary beasts, its strength has been measured and leaps forward.

 After realizing this, there was a layer of cold sweat on Tran Thien's back, the distance between dodging was almost using the agility attribute of the whole body, blowing the whistle hanging from his neck to signal for help. Even though a signal was sent, only God knows if those so-called comrades really came or not. He felt that there was not much hope, but he also did not have the heart to accept his resignation.

Fortunately, this mutant monster although very strong, it is not healthy, one of its hind legs has an obvious tear, that's why this mutant monster's actions are interrupted. affect.

     The siren for help was very sharp, seemingly stimulating the mutant monster in front of it, it roared and stood up, becoming larger and more dangerous in terms of sight. Its attacks were getting faster and faster, and it didn't even care about the wounds that lacerated its hind legs. The horrifying wound to humans didn't seem to seriously affect the opponent, but the pain and bloody aura only aroused the opponent's ferocity. The provoked mutant beasts were extremely powerful, and their agility was even higher. Gradually, Tran Thien, who could not escape the pursuit, began to feel exhausted, but the support of his teammates did not come.

     Obnoxious!

     Unable to dodge completely for the last time, Tran Thien's back was pierced by the beckoning claws of the mutant monster. Tran Thien clutched the dagger, knowing in his heart that the group of trash would not come.

     That being the case, you can only rely on yourself. Tran Thien's eyes darkened, became fierce, followed by rosy skin, even the speed of his body became noticeably faster.

     The rolled cuffs were somewhat free at first, but now they were wrapping tightly around Tran Thien's forearms, as if his body were instantly strengthened, and the loose fabric directly deformed. The blue veins on his forehead were slightly bulging, congested with the impact of blood, and his bloodshot eyes were slightly red, as if he could perceive his vision through a translucent lens. He was still dodging, but he was less awkward when running away, and his body became more stable, making all the same movements seem effortless. Tran Thien raised the corner of his mouth mockingly, as if a little excited, the dagger grasped the owner's mood to fight back.

     The mutant monster also noticed that the tall and thin creature with two legs in front of him seemed to be plotting against him. If it is an intelligent being, it may laugh at the other's self-control, or doubt whether the other party has caught any traps. However, it does not have that much heart, it only sees the opponent stop trying to resist and feels that its jumping prey is within reach, so it roars and jumps excitedly, ready ready to enjoy a meal of fresh meat in front of it. The fishy wind was blowing, and Tran Thien became more and more calm just a short distance away.

     The strange beast is very strong, never faced such a high-class opponent alone, I don't know if I can win... But who is the knife and who is the fish, if you don't try, how will you know.

     At this vital moment, he should have focused on his will. But my brain is so excited that it seems out of control, the accident three days ago flashed in my head inexplicably. At that time, his pheromone broke out, his heart was restless, there was no alpha in this base, nor did he dare to reveal his omega appearance. Because these survivors, who have no moral restraint, have turned 90% of the human gathering places on this planet into a biased world where the will of the strong is "law".

    Man is a social animal, and even in this upside down world he cannot live alone for long. Tran Thien is a man, and has been disguised as a beta, but because of his physique, physique, and appearance cannot be compared with the tall and strong beta mutants. So he looked thin and thin, and there were always people coming up to him and saying dirty and shameless words. He couldn't even imagine how he would be treated in this place where rabid dogs gathered if he revealed his identity, especially when the pheromones were out of control.

    But just a few days ago, his pheromone response was especially evident. So he chose to hide in the woods in a safe area around the base to try and wait for the reaction to subside. But he never imagined that he would meet a strange alpha and mark himself. When he was awake and able to act independently, the other party was gone.

    How did he feel at that time? Is it desperate or angry, afraid that the other party will use this to contain him, let him completely lose his freedom, become a slave? But apart from a slight shock, there seems to be none.

      Perhaps in this apocalypse, every invisible road can be a dead end, causing people to fear, conflict, and even despair. But he really let the things that he once rejected in his heart poured on his head, it seemed... it was no big deal. At least now he's still alive, not even injured. The people in the base didn't notice the difference, the stranger who marked him didn't show up anymore, this kind of pre-apocalyptic irresponsibility made Qianqian breathe a sigh of relief, because it meant the other party will not embrace his weakness and continue to harass and deprive him. This situation seemed to be no different from the feeling of fear when facing himself when he couldn't control himself. Since he can't escape, let's just blow off the head of this disgusting monster.

     The blade in his palm flipped, and Tran Thien's steady eyes became more determined. Although it is said that the agility and strength of a primary power mutant cannot compete with any aggressive mutant beasts that have evolved crystal cores, his behavior towards to outsiders it seems like a tragic and generous "meal" served.

     He wore a faded canvas jacket that was now covered in mud and had no style at all. However, the apocalypse craftsmanship pursues practicality and durability, without the aesthetic feeling but the materials chosen are strong and durable, all the buttons are solid iron nails. However, the cuffs that were rolled up at this point were already stretched due to the change in Tran Thien's forearm, and eventually even the buttons flew out. His body changed dramatically, especially the arm holding the dagger was noticeably swollen.

     The mutant beast obviously didn't notice this, watching the two-legged creature in front of him stop and give up struggling, delicious meat seemed to be within reach. It jumped excitedly despite the injury of its hind legs, and its large body quickly rushed towards the meal in its eyes like a bullet out of a bow. If nothing else, it will be able to bite through the opponent's body within the next second and then at will, chew through the delicious flesh. It even imagined in its head that warm blood wet its throat, and that the plump flesh filled its empty stomach pocket.