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Fang Cheng sat by the fire and did not get up to chase after them.

His gaze pierced through the leaping flames, calmly fixed on the direction where the human figure had vanished.

Judging from the figure and voice, the other person seems to be just a child.

Moreover, just as the figure darted into the darkness, Fang Cheng's keen vision caught a strange phenomenon.

The surface of the other person's clothes seemed to ripple with a twisted, shimmering light.

Immediately afterwards, the living figure completely merged with the outline of the surrounding ruins and vanished into thin air.

"Optical camouflage? Or some kind of biological mutation that grants invisibility?"

A guess flashed through Fang Cheng's mind.

He threw the monster's leftover leg bone into the fire, sending sparks flying.

He then raised his right foot and stomped out the newly lit campfire.

The surroundings were plunged into darkness in an instant.

Fang Cheng closed his eyes, no longer relying on limited vision, but instead maximizing his auditory and olfactory perception.

Under gravity more than twice that of Earth, it is impossible for any physical object to move without leaving a trace.

The gale swept through the ruins, emitting a mournful wail and bringing with it a different kind of smell.

Fang Cheng's ears twitched slightly, filtering out the sound of the wind and the rolling of small pebbles.

Two seconds later, he locked onto a very faint but rather rhythmic "creaking" sound 200 meters ahead.

That was the faint sound of the shoe soles pressing against the volcanic ash on the ground, unable to withstand the weight.

Although the other party tried their best to walk quietly, to Fang Cheng it sounded like drums were being pounded in his ear.

He suddenly opened his eyes, a faint golden luster flowing deep within his pupils.

He then completely suppressed his violent blood and qi, forcibly reducing his heart rate to less than ten beats per minute.

He was like a phantom black panther blending into the night, his leg muscles tensed, and then he quickly exerted force.

Swish!
Without making any extra sound, Fang Cheng's body rose directly from the ground and lightly leaped onto a sloping concrete wall.

He silently leaped and darted among the dilapidated building skeletons.

Like a phantom blending into the night, it precisely controlled the force of each step.

He maintained a safe distance of about 100 meters from the invisible figure that made the slightest noise, and quietly followed.

The tracking lasted for about a few minutes.

The deeper you go into the city ruins, the taller and denser the surrounding building remains become.

The thick volcanic ash, like a layer of black frost that can never be washed away, covers every twisted steel bar and dilapidated wall.

The temperature in the air has dropped below freezing.

The pungent smell of sulfur began to mingle with a foul stench from the fermentation of sewers.

The sound of hurried footsteps kept coming from ahead.

The invisible child was clearly very familiar with the terrain.

He would occasionally stop and look back, or decisively change his course.

Fang Cheng glanced down and immediately understood the reason.

In the shadows of the surrounding ruins, many monstrous, mutated monsters lurk.

The child was carefully weaving through the narrow gap, guided by his instinctive sense of danger.

He quietly avoided the lairs that exuded a dangerous aura, without disturbing any of the monsters inside.

finally.

The sound of footsteps stopped in front of a huge sinkhole resembling the entrance to an old-fashioned subway station.

Fang Cheng used both hands and feet to silently cling to a thick, load-bearing pillar more than ten meters high, like a gecko, looking down at the deep pit from above.

Below, three blurry figures are crouching behind a pile of rusty ticket vending machine wreckage.

A cold light tube emitting a faint green glow was thrown on the ground, barely illuminating the surrounding area of ​​a few square meters.

With a ripple-like distortion of the air, the invisible child shed its disguise and revealed itself at the edge of the green light.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving like a broken bellows.

By the dim, cold light, Fang Cheng could make out the people's attire, and a hint of surprise flashed through his mind.

All four of them were wearing extremely bulky bodysuits.

The clothing appeared to be made of some kind of mutated animal hide and industrial canvas forcibly sewn together, and its surface was coated with black grease for radiation protection.

They were wearing heavy suede gloves and their heads were tightly covered with gas masks with large filter canisters.

The goggles were covered in scratches and dust, and the eyes hidden behind them could be vaguely seen.

This is clearly a primitive and crude set of survival armor, but it is completely tailored for the wasteland environment.

Fang Cheng carefully observed the other three adult-sized figures.

Two of them were taller and were carrying weapons.

That wasn't some high-tech beam gun, but a firearm cobbled together and modified from steel pipes, springs, and a crude receiver.

Another figure, who appeared to be slender and whose posture suggested she was female, was carrying a sharpened solid steel bar.

"Huh...huh..."

A muffled gasp, muffled by the gas mask, drifted into Fang Cheng's ears on the night breeze.

The child seemed to be terrified, or perhaps he ran too fast.

He was bent over, his hands on his knees, muttering something incoherently.

Fang Cheng pressed himself against the concrete pillar, a thought flickering in his mind.

The talent for "omniscient language" is instantly activated.

The syllables that were originally like gibberish in my ears immediately transformed into clear and identifiable dialogue after a brief mental translation.

"Parker, control your breathing! Your filter canister is almost empty!"

The most burly man, holding a heavy modified firearm, lowered his voice and issued a stern rebuke.

The voice beneath the mask exuded a seasoned and mature composure.

He grabbed the child by the shoulder and pulled him into the illumination range of the fluorescent tube:

"I sent you to be in charge of perimeter reconnaissance, why are you so scared? Did you run into a monster?"

"A black monster?"

Fang Cheng, who was in the darkness, raised an eyebrow slightly upon hearing this word.

Judging from the man's tense posture and the subconscious raising of the gun barrel.

The so-called "black monsters" are absolutely terrifying beings in this wasteland world, inspiring fear and dread.

"No... there's no black monster, Uncle Kyle."

The boy, nicknamed Parker, shook his head frantically, the gas mask's filter canister making a clattering sound with each movement.

He swallowed hard, his voice trembling noticeably.
"It's a person... a very strange-looking person!"

"people?"

The slender woman next to her, who was holding a steel spear upside down, came closer.

Her voice came through the mask, carrying a hint of coldness:

"Pike, are you hallucinating from inhaling sulfur gas? In this level of radiation, besides hunters like us from Iron City, who would dare to venture out alone at night?"

"It really is a person, Sister Ira!"

Parker gestured urgently with his hands, trying to describe what he was seeing:

"He wasn't wearing a protective suit or a mask! He had very fair skin and was much taller than Uncle Kyle." "And... when I saw him, he was sitting by the fire, eating meat!"

When he said the word "eat meat," Parker made a swallowing sound.

Even through the mask, Fang Cheng could feel the child drooling profusely.

"Not wearing protective suits? Eating mutated beasts in a radiation zone?"

The third man, who had remained silent until now, let out a low, cold laugh.

He was leaning against the wreckage of the ticket machine, holding a long gun with a crudely fitted scope in his hand.
“Parker, if you’re going to make up a story, at least make it believable.”

"Don't even mention what would happen if you ate that radioactive, toxic meat before it was processed. Even if you stood on the ground for half an hour without a mask, your lungs would be burned to a pool of blood by the sulfur gas. I think you've got a problem from starvation, kid?"

“Rocan is right.”

The woman named Ira patted Pike on the back of the head:
"You may have encountered a monster with hallucinogenic abilities, and your vision is playing tricks on you."

"I'm not seeing things!"

Parker stamped his feet in frustration and turned to look at the leader:
"Uncle Kyle, he's really eating meat! A huge piece of meat, grilled until it's dripping with oil!"

"Could he be...could he come from another survivor tribe? Or is he one of the legendary..."

"Shut up!"

Kyle rudely interrupted Pike.

He gripped the heavy machine gun tightly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes beneath the mask:
"Whether it's some madman from another tribe or a hallucination you're having from hunger, we only have one goal now: our prey."

Kyle glanced around at the other three, his voice heavy:

"Everyone, Iron City has been eating fungal paste for half a month straight. Old Greg's body won't last this winter. We don't know when the light of the Savior will shine into this hell. We can only rely on ourselves."

"If we can't bring back enough meat for our whole families to eat for a week tonight, none of us hunters will be going back..."

High above in the darkness, Fang Cheng listened quietly to the conversations between these humans from another world.

"Iron City", "Fungal Paste", "Savior", "Hunter"...

Fragmented pieces of information quickly pieced together in my mind, roughly depicting the living conditions of these indigenous people.

In this utterly destroyed post-apocalyptic world, they huddled like rats in an underground shelter called "Iron City."

The Earth's surface gravity is twice as strong, and the air and energy radiation are extremely toxic, forcing them to wear heavy protective suits to go outside.

The extreme scarcity of food forces these "hunters" to risk their lives to hunt down monsters mutated by radiation.

"Parker, report the location. Where is the prey you scouted?"

Kyle then asked another question.

"At...at the intersection two streets to the north."

Parker finally calmed his breathing and reported in a low voice:

“There’s a spiny boar over there scrambling for moss in the ruins. It’s huge, enough to feed us for several days.”

"Spiky Boar? Good stuff."

Kyle pulled the bolt, producing a crisp metallic clang.

He quickly entered combat mode and issued the corresponding commands:

"Same as always, Roken, you lure that beast to the vicinity of this subway station. Ira, you're in charge of controlling its movement and making sure it doesn't break our formation."

"As for Little Pyke, go back to stealth, stay far away, and watch our retreat."

"Does everyone understand? If you do, then prepare to act!"

"understand!"

The three quickly dispersed.

Fang Cheng remained lying in the shadow of the supporting pillar, his breathing rate unchanged.

His deep gaze locked onto the hunter named Rocan.

Loken crouched low, using the ruins as cover, and quickly made his way north.

A few minutes later, a crisp sound of glass shattering came from afar, followed by two short flashes of gunfire.

Roar--

A horrible roar suddenly rang out two streets away.

The heavy footsteps sounded like a rapid drumbeat, causing the volcanic ash on the ground to flutter and jump upwards.

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly as he felt a slight tremor emanating from the supporting pillar.

A monster capable of creating such a commotion under twice the gravity must be quite large.

"They're here! Get ready!"

Kyle crouched behind a stone pillar, resting his heavy rifle on the gravel, aiming the muzzle firmly at the street corner.

Loken was the first to dart out from around the corner.

He ran in a very disheveled state; the heavy protective suit clearly slowed him down.

Just as he lunged into the edge of the sinkhole.

A mutated wild boar, over four meters long and covered in sharp black bone spurs, has appeared.

Like an out-of-control armored vehicle, it smashed through half a brick wall at the corner and roared out.

Its eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty red light, and its fangs were adorned with bits of flesh from an unknown creature, making it look exceptionally ferocious.

"Fire!"

Kyle roared and pulled the trigger.

boom! boom! boom!
The crudely made firearms instantly erupted with a deafening roar.

The gun spewed out half a meter of crimson flame, and the enormous recoil made Kyle's shoulders jerk backward.

Several bullets, each about the thickness of a finger, tore through the air and struck the Spiny Boar's head and chest with pinpoint accuracy.

when!when!when!
Sparks flew everywhere.

These bullets, powerful enough to penetrate ordinary steel plates, only managed to create a few cracks in the spiny boar's bony carapace, without causing any fatal injury.

The intense pain only enraged the monster further.

Its forelegs shoved the ground, crushing large sections of concrete and changing its charging trajectory, causing it to charge headlong into Kyle, who had the most firepower.

"Ira! Take control of it!"

Kyle roared loudly, but did not flinch or dodge. He kept his hands firmly on the barrel of the gun and continued to unleash a barrage of fire.

Ira, who was hiding on the other side, immediately stood up straight.

She threw the steel bar in her hand to the ground, ripped off the heavy gas mask from her head, revealing a pale face covered with blue veins.

Then, with his eyes fixed on the charging armored boar, he clenched his fists in front of his chest.

hum-

Standing at a distance, Fang Cheng clearly noticed a strange, high-frequency distortion in the air around the collapsed pit.

This is not true qi, or any other abnormal energy.

Rather, it is the mental power capable of interfering with the laws of physical reality.

But under the pressure of twice the gravity, he tried to use his telekinesis to fight against a mutated wild boar that weighed several tons and charged at high speed.

It's easier said than done; it's like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng's eyes shone brightly as he watched the scene on the battlefield with great interest.

What exactly is the power system in this world?

Perhaps, we'll be able to see the truth right now. (End of Chapter)