Published: February 11, 2025
Wen Huan squinted his eyes as a woman beside him skillfully navigated a green-glowing suturing needle through his skin. Occasionally, one could glimpse deep wounds exposing white bone beneath.
Despite the extreme pain this should have caused, it seemed to have no effect on him. Even when the glowing suture thread was tightened or the needle inadvertently grazed his bone, Wen Huan remained completely still, his face devoid of any expression.
Around him, more than a hundred of his subordinates silently surrounded their boss, their silence carrying an unspoken resoluteness.
"All done."
The woman using the suturing needle stood up, revealing a strikingly handsome face, though her hair was almost nonexistent, with only a black stubble closely cropped to her scalp.
This was actually a common trait among many evolvers in the apocalypse; without the conditions to wash their hair regularly, many chose to shave their heads.
Some women were no exception.
Wen Huan glanced sideways at the somewhat messy sutured wound and smiled, "Xiao Hui, your skills have improved."
"Doing this every day, practice makes perfect," replied the woman named Xiao Hui with a nonchalant tone as she tidied her tools.
Wen Huan looked again at the wound, his mouth twitching slightly. Was this really considered 'practice'?
But since his dear sister said so, it must be true.
He gently brushed his left hand over the wound, allowing two unremarkable brown seeds to fall onto it. They instantly began to change, transforming into a patch of deep green algae that completely covered the wound, these algae seemed alive, constantly wriggling on the surface.
Wen Huan produced a piece of something that resembled sugarcane from somewhere, not bothering to peel it, and started chewing it, with some juice dripping from the corner of his mouth onto the colorful ground.
His sister Xiao Hui watched him helplessly shake her head.
The wasteland had been here for four time periods, nearly fifty hours, but the completion rate had only increased by a little over seven percent, added to the more than two percent from other forces, barely exceeding ten percent.
However, now only the wasteland remained here.
This was the Colorful City.
An adventure site in the brightwater realm, a place of extremely high difficulty, also one of the three adventure sites with the lowest completion rates along with Hundred Caves Marsh and another location.
It was like an overturned palette, with everything inside displaying a multitude of colors; anything that appeared could initiate attacks of varying intensities.
Yes, this was a city, containing all the components found in earthly cities: flower beds, streetlights, trash bins, tall buildings, bridges, statues, fountains, plants, pets, and insects…
But these colorful objects were enemies that could not be easily guarded against.
Flower beds could suddenly transform into giant colorful stone figures, swinging their fists at you. Streetlights might become iron pythons, whipping their tails at you. Statues could charge at you wielding spears. Fountains might turn into magical weapons, shooting water arrows at you…
Moreover, the omnipresent rainbow light here always caused people to misjudge their surroundings, leading to errors in judgment and subsequent attacks.
In this place, filled with enemies, where judgment could be hindered by light, anyone who had tried to venture here soon gave up.
They came seeking benefits, not death. In a place like this, whoever wanted to come could.
Only Wen Huan stayed after coming here, continuing to work hard in the wasteland.
Many forces greeted Wen Huan when they left, after all, the wasteland was also one of the top ten forces, and it was quite special.
Ten Thousand Beast Manor and the wasteland, one famous for raising mutated animals and the other for cultivating mutated plants, were both forces that everyone wanted to establish good relations with in hopes of gaining suitable allies.
The two forces had indeed profited significantly from such trades up to this point.