Marvel: The Greatest Hero Era

"Now we are looking for a new body, in the absence of sufficient food and gasoline."

"Okay, I'll come clean, I ate all the food."

"But I don't want you to die. Even if we die together, it would be a wonderful experience. Death leaves an eternal mark on us." Riven became happier as she slept, a sweet, girlish smile slowly spreading across her lips. Like a big-breasted, brainless girl, she could laugh even when talking about death.

"That's a must. Even death can't separate us." Zhao Chen also began to smile, overwhelmed by this sense of happiness.

"right".

Facing the yellow sand swirling in the wind, a sky full of yellow sand, we closed the car windows and continued on our way.

Although they didn't know how much longer they could hold on, or how far the end of the yellow sand was, or whether this desert or this world had an end.

Several hours later, the light grew dimmer as the sun slowly set.

After dark, no one knows what dangers may lurk in the desert.

The two were starving, and the challenger's fuel gauge was visibly dropping, filling them with despair.

"Is this fuel gauge inaccurate? How much further can we go?"

"Who knows? I still feel my strength slowly fading, and I'm getting weaker and weaker."

The sky was still pitch black; if it weren't for the LED headlights, it would be impossible to see one's hand in front of one's face in this desert.

They didn't know whether they were traveling in a straight line or repeatedly appearing in circles in a vast area, recurring in places they had been before—it was like a cycle of hell.

Gradually, the fuel was used up.

"We cannot rest; every minute and every second is a loss of life."

"Take it optimistically, even gaining just one minute could give you a chance to survive."

They opened the trunk, took out the last bottle of water, and started walking.

Zhao Chen glanced back at the Challenger Demon, this once-violent machine that had lost its grass, and seemed to feel a sense of reluctance to part with it.

"Goodbye." Zhao Chen raised his right hand and waved at it.

So they turned back, took Riven's hand, and continued their arduous journey in what they believed to be the right direction.

Although they couldn't guarantee that this direction was correct.

They felt that the world was very chaotic. From the first day they came into this world, they could not accurately observe the compass, which was always spinning rapidly.

The next day, the two of them stopped talking and no longer had the strength to speak, watching as the water in the bottle dwindled.

They supported each other, struggling to move forward with dizziness and weak, feeble legs.

The pace of their journey was getting slower and slower.

Everything was so quiet. Under the scorching sun of the day, they did not sweat, because they needed to conserve the last of their precious water resources.

At night, the icy wind, carrying sand and dust, blew against them, entering their mouths and noses. They coughed and retched, yet continued to carry on, burdened by their heavy loads.

They continued walking without resting as day turned to night.

Because they know that if they stop to rest or fall asleep, they may remain forever in a beautiful dream world, never to wake up.

"Go away, don't worry about me, I can't go on." Riven was pale and collapsed on the sand, seemingly at her limit.

Without saying a word, Zhao Chen walked over, bent down with difficulty, and used all his strength to help Riven stand up.

"Go quickly, don't worry about me, you must live on strongly."

"We try to talk as little as possible to conserve our energy."

"Good girl, get on my back, okay?" Zhao Chen bent down to gesture to Riven.

Countless days and nights have passed.

With heavy steps, Zhao Chen carried Riven slowly forward, leaving deep footprints on the ground.

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Zhao Chen was covered in sweat, as if he had used up the last bit of water in his body. It seemed that he had used up all his strength, despite being very strong.

"I didn't expect you to be so heavy. You haven't eaten for days and you're still this heavy," Zhao Chen teased. Then he collapsed forward onto the sand, having reached his limit and unable to stand up again.

Riven was already out of her mind at this point. Although her power was waning, Zhao Chen was still far stronger than ordinary people.

Although his remaining divine power was no longer enough to support him to continue.

Zhao Chen glanced at the last drop of water left in the reservoir, the last life-saving water that they had promised no one was allowed to drink.

Zhao Chen gave an awkward smile, and with a slight upturn of one corner of his mouth, he opened the bottle cap with a hint of smugness.

..... ... ....

He shook the bottle, and as he lifted Riven's head, he felt that such a beautiful face was so heavy at this moment.

"Sweetie, open your mouth." Zhao Chen pried open Riven's mouth and poured the last little bit of water into her mouth.

Leaving like this is fine too. Zhao Chen showed no fear, as if it were commonplace. He felt no fear of death approaching, so be it.

With his last bit of strength, he pulled Riven into his arms, pressed his face against her forehead, and wept uncontrollably.

He wasn't afraid of death; happiness had just arrived, and he hadn't had enough time to enjoy it. For the first time, Zhao Chen wanted to live a peaceful life, where the sins of the mortal world were irrelevant to him.

Zhao Chen looked up to the sky and shouted, "I'm not reconciled!"

The shout shook the earth and resounded throughout heaven.

He recalled his past, his invincible power, and his kind heart.

His unparalleled good looks, which captivated almost every woman, and his powerful and intimidating aura.

He reminisced about his legend, about her love, and about the people he cared about.

The tears slowly stopped.

His consciousness began to blur during his maniacal laughter, until it vanished into nothingness.

But he held Riven tightly in his arms and didn't let go. Perhaps Zhao Chen was happy at this moment.

The relentless yellow sand, accompanied by the storm, gradually buried these two happy souls, their love that everyone envied, until it vanished without a trace.

Chapter 1048 The Next Life, Everything in Zhao Chen's Life

Zhao Chen could clearly feel his soul ascending, as if it had already separated from his body.

There was no pain, only a faint sadness and a maddening sense of loneliness.

He wanted to speak, but no sound came out.

He tried to listen to the sounds around him, but could only hear a cacophony of incomprehensible language, like a wizard's incantation.

He floated in mid-air, standing there blankly, not knowing what he looked like.

He didn't know if this state would last until Yonghen. If so, he hoped it would be better to end it all and let his soul vanish into nothingness.

As Zhao Chen pondered in this void.

A sharp sword pierced his back and then emerged from his chest.

It was accompanied by intense pain.

Zhao Chen suddenly opened his eyes. Everything he saw was blurry, a yellow haze.

He couldn't see anything clearly.

All that could be seen was this yellow fog constantly churning.

Zhao Chen gradually regained consciousness.

"The poor fellow is about to die."

"Quickly, dig up sand 27."

"One, two, three, lift him up. First, pry his hands open, otherwise it will be difficult to lift him."

"This guy's hands are really hard, like he's holding something, but actually he's just holding a pile of sand."

"Okay, three, two, one, heave-ho!"

Zhao Chen felt himself being placed on a stretcher and lifted into a carriage.

Zhao Chen was frantic. He wanted to scream hysterically, to call out Riven's name, because those people said that what he was holding tightly was just yellow sand.

But his throat was hoarse and he couldn't make a sound.

Perhaps due to excessive force, Zhao Chen fainted again.

When he woke up again, he was lying on a hospital bed.

A nurse was holding a syringe and aiming it at a vein on the back of Zhao Chen's left hand.

He used a cotton swab to apply iodine to Zhao Chen's hand.

"It's no use, the needle can't get in. My skin is as hard as steel." Zhao Chen shook his head.

No sooner had he finished speaking than the needle pierced the vein in Zhao Chen's hand.

Intravenous infusion started.

"Drink this glass of salt water first. We don't dare to give you any food right now, as it's bad for your stomach. You haven't eaten for a long time."