Published: March 2, 2025
Strolling through the desolate streets of M City—those who could walk had already been taken by the military to Beijing, while those who couldn’t had likely died long ago.
The streets of M City were littered with the decaying corpses of demonic creatures and mutated beasts, proving that this place had not been abandoned after humanity’s retreat.
The mutated beasts still stubbornly guarded this land, but from the aura perceived by Wen Yu, the outcome seemed tragic.
At least, after walking through nearly half of the urban area, Wen Yu had not detected a single aura belonging to a mutated beast. The occasional fluctuations he felt belonged to mindless demonic clan members who had lost their sanity.
Along the way, the one-eyed dog continuously twitched its nose, attempting to find something.
After a while, the one-eyed dog let out a soft whimper, lowering its head in frustration.
Seeing this, Wen Yu gently stroked the dog’s fur.
Wen Yu knew what the one-eyed dog was looking for.
Once, this place could be called the one-eyed dog’s sanctuary, but now...
The beloved has long gone...
Thinking of this, Wen Yu suddenly shivered; that metaphor was truly fitting.
...
As if casually wandering, he walked through the streets of M City.
It wasn’t until he approached the community where he used to live that Wen Yu’s footsteps suddenly paused.
Within the community ahead, two auras rose like autumn forest fires, their intentionally released high-intensity fluctuations disturbing every mutated creature and demonic creature in the vicinity, forcibly marking out a safe zone.
Narrowing his eyes to sense carefully—the two auras fluctuated; one was familiar, and the other unfamiliar, yet beneath the aura, there was a taste that made Wen Yu feel inexplicably uncomfortable...
No, it wasn’t two auras; it was three.
The third one was so weak that Wen Yu didn’t even notice it at first.
Considering what had happened with the military recently, Wen Yu suddenly laughed.
If nothing unexpected happened, it should be Ye Nan and Arcade.
What a “familiar” face...
...
Zhang Shaojie and Arcade were smoking in the corridor.
Even though their physical capabilities had dropped to a mere single-digit level, Arcade still hadn’t changed that arrogant demeanor of “I’m the second, the boss is the first.”
In fact, Arcade did regain the qualifications to be “arrogant”—with the help of Ye Nan and Zhang Shaojie, Arcade had regained thousands of lives. Due to the special nature of the River of Death (race foundation level) skill, even though Arcade’s personal strength had plunged, it didn’t greatly affect his overall strength.
However, the fighting style needed to change—from recklessly charging in relying on his immortality to now depending entirely on his servants from the Kingdom of Death for combat.
It’s hard to say who’s stronger or weaker; the original power of the River of Death wasn’t solely based on its terrifying immortality.
As for Zhang Shaojie, during their time together, he had deeply understood Arcade’s terrible personality. The two of them were smoking separately, and while they weren’t harmonious, at least they coexisted peacefully.
Ye Nan’s Avenger spirit profession was similar to Wen Yu’s soul master—both could contract other beings, and for every level gained, another summoning slot would be added.
But when carefully compared, Ye Nan’s profession was much more troublesome than Wen Yu’s soul master—despite being an Avenger, a person is still a person, and human thoughts are always more complex than those of mutated beasts.
Wen Yu wasn’t suitable for leading a team; was Ye Nan fit for it? That’s not necessarily true!
...
After a while, Arcade was the first to extinguish his cigarette. His blood-red robe paired with gloomy eyes and a large hooked nose made him seem like anything but a good person.
With his hands in his pockets, Arcade staggered upward.
Suddenly, a voice came from behind.
“Wait, Arcade, someone’s coming.”
“Someone’s coming?”