Colonial Suit

Darkness, gale, cold, shivering.

Singer felt like he was having a painful dream. In the dream, he was advancing in an endless wilderness, accompanied only by the cold wind. There were no enemies, because he couldn't see any living things, as if the whole world was left with only him.

Very lonely, very desolate.

Singer was not used to it. In fact, he was more adapted to strong alcohol and noise, and it would be even better if there were some hot-bodied, passionate, and charming women.

But now there was nothing.

Unconsciously, the cold seeped into his skin, into his bones and internal organs. He felt like he was freezing, and even his spirit and soul became sluggish. The road ahead was still very long, and Singer didn't know when the end would be. He kept walking, without resting for a moment, as if his body no longer belonged to him. His powerful will was still supporting him, so that he wouldn't fall.

When did the body stop rotting?

Singer didn't know.

When did the right arm, shattered in battle, recover?

Singer still didn't know.

He only knew that he must go on, must constantly, endlessly go on, must not fall, must not stop, because falling, stopping, was the moment his will relaxed, was the moment he was cowardly.

"Still can't learn to be a coward," Singer sighed, took out a cigar from his pocket, lit it, and put it in his mouth. His face was full of stubble, and he was draped in thick salt armor, all products of his dried and frozen sweat. It was very dark around him, he couldn't see anything, couldn't feel anything, just like his confused years in x35.

The mellow cigar smoke entered his lungs, making his spirit better. Only then did he raise his head and look into the distance again.

No end…

However, it doesn't mean there is no hope.

Although shrouded in the darkness of the wilderness, Singer clearly felt that on the distant horizon, there seemed to be a warmth calling to him. What was that? A bonfire? A piece of barbecue? Or a woman? A bar?

A wandering child always needs a warm harbor, even if this harbor has berthed countless passing yachts.

Singer took another step, but this time, he didn't move. Surprised, he looked down and found that at some point, his feet had been connected to the earth, turned into mud, turned into stones, then his legs, his waist, his chest.

"Damn, ambushed."

This was Singer's last consciousness, and then he 'passed out' again.

The wind in the wilderness grew stronger, blowing on a cold statue, just like eternity.

……………………

Snap!

A spark jumped out of the bonfire, burning Singer's face. Singer couldn't help but twitch, then opened his eyes.

"You're awake?"

A soft voice sounded not far away, very warm, very calm.

Singer shook his neck, and found that his body was almost stiff. Even this simple action was extremely difficult. But he still saw a graceful figure sitting by the bonfire, leaving him with an incomparably beautiful back.

Singer whistled, barely grinning. "I thought I was going to be turned into a statue."

"That's your dream, the embodiment of your deepest fears. What are you afraid of? Is it loneliness? Or turning into stone?" The woman said with her back to him, picking up a branch and throwing it into the bonfire. Her back was very beautiful, so beautiful that it could not be described with all the words in the world. Even just seeing a little bit made Singer feel his heart beat faster.

But what impressed Singer the most was her fiery red hair. It was a head of hair like a raging fire. The long hair 'flowed' down her back, like a waterfall of fire, an ocean of fire. For some reason, seeing this head of long hair made Singer think of the sea of fire, the boundless fire clouds, and the flames burning the sky.

Unconsciously shivering, Singer moved his fingers, wanting to get up, but found that he couldn't move at all. Looking again, he couldn't help but widen his eyes. His rotten half of his body, his shattered right arm, had actually recovered.

"This is…"

Excited, his voice was a little trembling.

"A little simple cell decay medium, and insignificant damage, nothing big," the woman said, while turning the barbecue on the bonfire. The barbecue was almost ready, the golden oil dripped into the fire, making a crackling sound, and at the same time, a thick aroma wafted out, making Singer couldn't help but swallow.

In the wilderness of his dream, he had walked for too long, too long, so he was very hungry, very cold.

It was a pity that the woman seemed not to see it, and did not invite him at all, making Singer a little embarrassed. At this time, his body was almost warm, and he gradually felt a trace of strength.

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He gritted his teeth and tried to sit up, but heard the woman say,

"Although your injury is nothing, cell-level damage is not so easy to heal. If I were you, I would lie down for a while, and get up after the new cells are fully adapted. You will feel hungry, but your stomach was rotten before, and you have to wait for the new stomach to be tougher before you can eat."

"You…" Singer was a little surprised. How did the woman know these states? And listening to her tone, it was as if she had done all this, making Singer's heart jump.

At this time, he realized that this woman was definitely not an ordinary person, and was more likely to be a more powerful, more mysterious existence than him.

"Was it you who saved me?"

Thinking in his heart, he asked softly.

"If giving you a rebuilt cell cycle is saving you, then that's it," the woman said calmly. "But you don't need to thank me, because I also want to find some evolutionary information about the mutants from you, which can be regarded as mutual benefit. As for your new cell sequence…"

The woman stopped talking, seemed to smile, and then said again, "Don't blame me when you get used to it."

"Why do you say that?" Listening to the woman's laughter, Singer seemed to feel a bad omen. He tried hard to lower his head and carefully observed his body again, and then suddenly widened his eyes.

Under the light of the bonfire, the left half of his body actually showed a faint metallic luster, and at the same time, a layer of imperceptible纹路 appeared on his skin, just like… scales?

"This…" Singer was shocked. "What is this?"

"A kind of strong殖细胞," the woman finally turned her head and gave Singer a faint smile. "Once belonged to your patriarch, but now belongs to me."

"What! ?" Singer opened his mouth unbelievably. "My patriarch?"

"Who are you?"

ps: One update, as for whether there will be a second update, God knows.