I am a hero of the former civilization.

The headless corpse stained a large area of ​​the snow red, but soon the snow covered it again. Ryan didn't bother to look at it and only summarized the information briefly.

Unlike North Britain, the withdrawal of the Moths did not bring destruction, but rather created a power vacuum that led to another order, an order called survival by any means necessary.

The social structure did not collapse; instead, it was rapidly replaced, and many people were unwilling to return to the old society.

There are no laws here. Murder, rape, prostitution—anything is permissible. As long as you are stronger than others, you can plunder the weak without limit.

"It's quite carefree. Staying here as a mountain king is better than begging for food in Lundum. Apart from being too cold, it really does resemble Twilight Street. Speaking of which, where exactly is Twilight Street?"

Ryan exhaled a breath of stale air, remembering something that had troubled him for a long time. He had searched for Twilight Street a long time ago, but he couldn't find it on the map. Seeing these people, he understood something.

Unless, it wasn't called Twilight Street before.

Chapter 160 Snow Prison Town

Ryan, who had changed into a cotton-padded coat, stopped his snowmobile. His previous outfit was too conspicuous, so he changed into a bandit's clothes.

Because it was a method of suffocation by depriving people of air, there were no bloodstains on the clothes, only some dirt.

He wore a pure white cotton-padded coat, with a tactical vest that appeared out of nowhere over it, several magazines stuck in his chest, and a standard-issue rifle slung over his shoulder.

Wearing a half-mask that only reveals the mouth and nose, this is not a small toy at a gathering, but a high-tech product.

He distorted the light, creating visual illusions and altering his hair color, eye color, and even facial details, making him look like a gaunt hunter.

Arrived.

There was a chaotic town in front of me, with beautiful little buildings and holiday villas, as well as large areas of crudely made wooden houses or thatched huts, and an irregular circle made of shipping containers on the outside.

It resembled a city wall, with two or three shipping containers stacked together, reaching a height of four or five meters. The joints showed rough welding marks, and the walls were filled with steel and stones. Black flames billowed from the town's chimneys, slowly rising and connecting with the dark sky.

There were also some people working in the mine, and some modified trucks brought in all sorts of supplies, from food to old machinery, and even furniture and logs.

There was a communications station in the center, with several 'pot lid'-shaped radars slowly rotating, and an infantry fighting vehicle parked at the entrance.

That's really... punkish.

Ryan found the place both retro and modern, combining steampunk and cyberpunk elements, giving him a feeling of being on another planet. This, he thought, was also an advantage of humans, who could adapt to their environment in a short time, just like cockroaches.

After observing for a while, he rode his snowmobile closer to the gate and found that the thing was quite punk; it was a tank chassis suspended by chains, which could be used to block the gate if threatened.

On both sides were armed personnel carrying rocket launchers and heavy machine guns, dressed quite casually. There was also an iron plate welded to the door, with a skull and a string of letters engraved on it.

Snow Prison Town!

This place used to be called 'Omri', they even changed the name, how could they?

Ryan wanted to complain, but someone was blocking his way. He was wearing a fur coat and goggles and carrying a heavy shotgun.

"Where did it come from?"

"West side."

"Why did you come?"

"To find out some information."

"This isn't your motorcycle." The man looked at him coldly, and the heavy machine guns on both sides immediately turned their muzzles.

“I already said I stole it. They tried to steal it from me, and then I killed them. So the stuff is mine. That’s the rule on the snowfields,” Ryan replied calmly. He acknowledged that these people had a hard life, so he didn’t want to kill them.

The man sized up Ryan, who looked like a sculpture in the snow. Since this man could speak of the rules of the snowfield, he was no longer one of those righteous fools from the outside world.

"Looks like Aubin has bitten off more than he can chew. Half ammunition. If you could add a few more cans, I could say a little more."

Without hesitation, Ryan tossed his things from the back seat over and then waited quietly.

"You're very generous." The man accepted the money with satisfaction, cleared his throat, and said, "If you want a woman, go to the West District. Good ones are a matter of luck. If you want to find someone, go to the tavern. Spend more resources, and you might be able to find your relatives and friends. If you want to go to Gothenburg, go to the office. It's the house with the radar, but it's very expensive, and you might not even get residency."

This guy was clearly a local bigwig, knowing much more than Obuin. Ryan was quite satisfied and tossed him two more cans of food: "What if you want to find information about Honkai Beasts?"

The man's expression changed, and he re-examined the other person before finally asking, "Are you a pilgrim? Or a vengeful one?"

"None of those apply, but there are some things you need to ask the Honkai Beasts about."

The men looked at him with a sense of awe, or rather, as if he were looking at a dead man. Ever since the Fire Moths retreated, this area had been in complete chaos, with some wanting to leave and others wanting to come in.

"Fiery Tavern, look for Copper Rust."

"Thanks." Ryan rode his motorcycle straight into Snow Prison Town. The people here were scavenging for supplies everywhere, which was much better than wandering around the snowfields.

After Ryan left, the man beckoned with his finger to summon a henchman.

"Tell the boss that there are outsiders here, and let him decide whether or not to keep an eye on them."

"Yes."

The man nodded in satisfaction, watched the snowmobile drive away, tossed the can of food in his hand and caught it again, thinking to himself that he could sleep with another woman tonight.

Ha, for a serious criminal like me, the best outcome of going to a protected area is to become cannon fodder and be killed in droves by those terrifying monsters.

That place is hell.

This is paradise.

Ryan entered the town and looked around with great interest. The place gave off a sense of savage technology, as well as a distinct sense of division.

He looked at the passersby; some were numb like living corpses, some were enthusiastic, some were full of piety, and some were full of hope.

He even saw a church with a strange sculpture on the roof. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a Honkai Emperor.

"It seems that not everyone likes the moth that chases the flame, or the original world order."

Ryan shook his head, then realized that the most striking thing about the town was its highly developed entertainment industry.

Women could be seen everywhere in the shop windows along the roadside, flirting with every passing man. The prices were very cheap, just one or two cans of food, and business was booming. It was only early in the night, and the shop windows were already empty of only oddly shaped and damaged items.

The liquor was also very valuable. In the alleys, you could see drunkards frozen stiff, with some people crawling all over them like rats, even their underwear had been taken.

Ryan ignored him; he was just a passerby, a passerby who fully respected the fate of others.

The Flame Bar was easy to find because the group had actually built a bonfire in the open space in front of the bar, and some homeless people who were freezing were warming themselves around it, with occasional plates of leftover food being thrown out of the bar.

The crowd immediately began to stir, frantically pushing and shoving for food, followed by vulgar laughter from inside the bar. Ryan remained silent after seeing this.

It feels even more hellish than the occupied zone. At least the survivors help each other and divide the work to survive.

I wonder if Alicia will be saddened to see this scene.

Then he heard another gunshot, and the people who were huddled together scattered like birds and beasts, leaving only a clean iron plate behind.

Ryan glanced at the timid crowd around him, sighed, and walked straight toward the bar, where two burly men stood at the entrance, revolvers tucked into their waistbands.

"The entrance fee is five bullets, either a pistol or a rifle."

Ryan grabbed a handful of beads from his bag, more than five: "I'm looking for copper rust."

"He has a regular seat on the right side of the bar."

Ryan nodded, pushed open the door, and immediately felt a wave of heat hit him, while intense heavy metal music filled his ears.

The bar was crowded, with various lights flickering around, and men and women were wildly swaying their bodies on the central dance floor. At first glance, it looked similar to a nightclub, but upon closer inspection, there were fundamental differences.

Most people carried guns, and all sorts of illegal activities were commonplace. Some people openly slurped flour, while others writhed against the walls in the shadows. It was a chaotic scene of demons and monsters.

Ryan had frequented places like this before when he was an assassin. Apart from being more unscrupulous, there was nothing surprising about it. He simply walked across the dance floor, his eyes sweeping over the women who were wearing vests or nothing at all as they pounced on him.

But they couldn't touch Ryan; the invisible air had already pushed him aside. Just like that, Ryan quickly arrived at the bar and saw a round table on the left, with a man sitting on one side.

He was very burly, with sunglasses on his round face and golden hair braided like a Viking's. He was lounging comfortably on the sofa with his hands on his back, but opened his eyes with some displeasure when Ryan got closer.

"Is something wrong?"

“I’d like to find out some information.” Ryan’s face was expressionless, but you could see a head working hard under the table.

Copper Rust did not answer. Instead, he opened his mouth and took a deep breath, pressed his hand against the woman's head, and after several seconds, he relaxed completely.

A blonde woman, who looked to be around twenty years old, stood up, took the can of food, smiled charmingly, and then glanced at Ryan.

"Would you like to try our special service?"

"No need." Ryan remained expressionless, and seeing the woman's regretful expression, he swayed his hips and walked away.

“You should try it. This woman used to have a master’s degree in linguistics from Gothenburg. Damn, no wonder she’s so good with words. Heh, before the Honkai, she wouldn’t have even glanced at me.” Copper Rust lit a cigarette and took a satisfying drag. “Now one can of food can give you pleasure once, two cans can give you pleasure all night.”

"She's not going to the nature reserve?"

"Do you think you can just go whenever you want? Apart from the lucky locals, you need to have special skills to get residency. People like her won't be able to find work there either, and the jobs they do will be no different."

Ryan waved his hand, indicating that he didn't smoke, and asked in return, "It sounds like you're grateful for the Honkai?"

"Hahaha, of course I'm grateful. Without a troublesome background or laws, I don't have to bow and scrape to a stinky supervisor. Or rather, when I was running for my life, I seized the opportunity and chopped that bitch's head off." Copper Rust exhaled a puff of white smoke, slowly pulled up his pants, and glanced at the masked man.

"Here, if you have a big fist and a quick mind, you can become someone superior to others, and you no longer need to rely on your parents or bloodline. Besides, the Fire-Chasing Moths are a bit too strict. If you commit a crime during your escape, you will still be investigated. Who would be so bored as to go and suffer?"

Ryan was starting to understand. If there was evidence, the Firemoth would pursue the matter, and even if you stole a car, you could be sentenced.

This upholds the law and also provides manpower. Many dangerous areas are cleaned up by prisoners, so it's better for them to stay in abandoned areas.

"It is indeed more free outside, but it is also more dangerous here."

"It's the same for those monsters. I've checked the data. Big cities are actually the most dangerous. That group of Britannica was almost wiped out. When an N1 bomb falls, it won't be harmless just because you're human." Copper Rust snorted a few times, stubbed out his cigarette, and looked like he had a sudden realization.

"Everyone will die eventually, and maybe we'll die later. Wouldn't it be more important to do something happy before we die?"

This twisted logic left Ryan speechless. He looked at the frenzied dance floor, listened to the chaotic sounds, and gradually understood the core idea behind it.

If there is no future, then there is no future.

He immediately changed his mind, placed the satchel on the table; its weight caught Tongxiu's eye.

"Tell me, what do you want to know?"

Ryan pointed to the man insane state and said calmly, "Everything."

Chapter 161 The World's Sewers?

Ryan's interest was piqued, so he changed his mind and didn't ask about the Honkai Beasts directly.

Sociology is also a form of scientific research, and who knows what insights might be gained? Of course, this would reveal that his background comes from outside.

But I don't care.

Copper Rust smiled, clearly having guessed Ryan's identity, but became even more enthusiastic, charging by the bill and recounting many of the rules of the abandoned area.