The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

"Captain, you eat." Zhou Jian suddenly spoke up.

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

"Although I'd love to try it myself, I have no objection if the captain is to consume it," Zhao Yunfeng echoed.

"I agree." Qin Feng, holding the knife, said, "It would be a waste to sell such a good thing; it's more worthwhile to exchange it for combat power."

No one objected.

No one showed any sign of greed.

This is an absolute trust.

A warm feeling welled up in Chen Feng's heart. Without being coy, he reached out and picked the Moon Demon Fruit.

The fruit felt cool to the touch, like holding a piece of black jade.

He opened his mouth and took a bite.

Contrary to expectations, a burst of sweet and pungent juice erupted and flowed down my throat into my stomach.

As the last bite of fruit went down.

boom!

A chilling current burst forth from my abdomen and shot straight to my head.

Chen Feng felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, as if his brain had been struck by a heavy hammer, the excruciating pain almost causing him to kneel on the ground.

"team leader!"

"Don't come any closer!" Chen Feng shouted, raising his hand to stop the crowd from rushing forward. "I'm fine!"

The pain comes and goes quickly.

Immediately following was an indescribable feeling of coolness.

It's like the originally murky pool water being instantly filtered and becoming crystal clear.

He suddenly felt a burning sensation on his neck.

Zhao Yunfeng, with his sharp eyes, pointed at Chen Feng's neck and exclaimed, "Look! There's something on the captain's neck!"

A dark mark slowly appeared on the skin of Chen Feng's right neck.

The mark was strangely shaped, like a claw mark left by the sharp claws of some wild beast.

There were no wounds, only a faint, eerie glow.

Chen Feng slowly opened his eyes.

At that moment, he felt that the whole world had changed.

The once dark desert now appeared exceptionally clear in his eyes.

The dust floating in the air, the swaying of a withered blade of grass behind a distant sand dune, and even a sand scorpion digging a hole two meters underground.

Everything was clearly presented in his mind.

You don't need to use your eyes to see.

This is a comprehensive and three-dimensional perception.

Within a hundred meters, every detail is clearly visible.

even......

A strange feeling suddenly arose in Chen Feng's heart.

Chen Feng subconsciously looked down at his feet.

There was a fragment of a sand ant's carapace left over from a previous battle, about the size of a palm.

Up.

A thought crossed my mind.

There was no reaching out, no contact.

The fragment vibrated against the laws of physics, then sprang up with a "whoosh" and hovered above his palm.

still.

Spin.

"Holy crap..."

Lei Yue's mouth gaped open, and the cigarette he had just lit and hadn't even taken two puffs of fell to the ground, sending up a small burst of sparks.

He didn't even bother to pick them up, pointing at the suspended fragments and stammering, "This...this is telekinesis?! Magneto?!"

The surroundings were deathly silent.

Everyone was stunned.

Chen Feng remained silent.

He was immersed in experiencing this power.

Mental power is like an invisible hand. Although it cannot lift heavy objects, it can control relatively small objects with ease.

"go."

Chen Feng's gaze turned cold as he looked at the corpse of a sand ant fifty meters away.

hum!

The air made a short, tearing sound.

The hovering shell fragment instantly transformed into a black line, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air.

Duh!

A muffled thud.

In the distance, there was the armor of the bone-eating sand ants, which even top-tier weapons could not penetrate.

At that moment, a gaping hole appeared in the corpse's head.

The fragment continued its downward momentum, sinking deep into the sandstone behind it until it disappeared completely.

"So strong..."

Zhou Jian held the sword, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

He was an expert in melee weapons and naturally recognized the terrifying power of this attack: "The penetrating power is even more exaggerated than a sniper bullet. If the controlled object were any smaller, it could be used for a sneak attack..."

That's an absolute assassination technique!

Chen Feng withdrew his senses, and a deep sense of exhaustion instantly washed over him, his temples throbbing.

This ability is powerful, but it consumes mental energy at an alarming rate.

The few seconds of operation felt like three sleepless nights to him.

A wave of fatigue washed over me.

"call......"

Chen Feng let out a long breath, rubbed his temples, but couldn't help but smile.

150,000 Source Crystals?

No.

This fruit is worth more than 500,000.

With this ability, his combat power will undergo a qualitative leap, whether it is reconnaissance, early warning, or close-range surprise attacks and assassinations.

In this perilous wasteland, this is the real trump card for survival.

"Pack your things and evacuate immediately."

Chen Feng's voice was more composed than before, carrying a convincing and penetrating quality.

"The stench of blood is too strong here; more monsters will be coming soon."

......

Inside the temporary housing on the construction site, the air was stale and filled with a strange smell from a mixture of cheap tobacco and instant noodle seasoning packets.

The rain was pouring down outside the window, pounding against the tin roof, the pattering noise was incredibly annoying.

Wang Dameng sat cross-legged on the lower bunk, clutching the smartphone with its shattered screen in his hand, his brow furrowed.

The screen's glow illuminated his rough face, deep nasolabial folds etched with cement dust.

He took a deep drag on the nearly burnt-out cigarette butt at his fingertip.

A spark burned my finger.

He didn't throw it away; he just stubbed out the cigarette on the iron railing of the bed.

"Brother Da Meng, what did the foreman say?"

A head popped out from the upper bunk; it was Lin Xingde, his hair a mess like a bird's nest, and his face pale and sickly.

"No chance."

Wang Dameng threw his phone onto the bedding.

"This rain will continue for another three days. The foundation pit is full of water, and it will take two days just to pump it out. We'll be starving for the rest of the week."

The room was deathly silent.

Only the heavy breathing of a few men could be heard.

For these laborers who were paid by the day, stopping work meant losing their food.

The expenses for his wife and children, the medical bills for his elderly parents, and the tuition fees for his children—every single bill weighed heavily on his chest like a mountain.

"Ding-dong."

My phone suddenly vibrated.

Wang Dameng impatiently grabbed his phone.

It was a private message pop-up from the official Douyin account.

There are a lot of scammers these days, but he still clicked on it as if by some strange twist of fate.

[Dear user, congratulations on being selected as one of the first 10 users to experience the closed beta of Wasteland Era. Would you like to accept the invitation?]

Wang Dameng stared at the line of text.

Wasteland Era?

He doesn't usually play games, but there's been a lot of promotion for Wasteland Era these past few days.

They said it was a second human world, full of gold and stuff.

Many people are also buying Yuanjing at high prices.

Normally, he would have cursed, "Are you kidding me?" and swiped away.

But now, the official announcement from Douyin has hooked his nerves like a snare.

He's a rough guy; he doesn't understand anything about the metaverse or virtual reality.

He only cares about money.

Wasteland Era has only just begun its closed beta test, and even a single test slot is hard to come by.

Perhaps this really is an opportunity.