Monster Hunter, start with a wife!

The winds of the wasteland whipped up sand and gravel that pelted against the mecha's outer shell, producing a soft, crackling sound.

The can was running wildly ahead.

The little legs look a bit comical when they're tumbling around, but they're incredibly fast.

Cheng Zhuo sat in the cockpit of the mecha, pushing the control stick almost to its maximum position with his fingertips, barely managing to keep up.

Of course, besides the fact that the tank is indeed fast, another reason is that this mech is a stripped-down version, only capable of short-distance gliding.

Comparatively speaking, this mech's power and defense have been significantly reduced, but its firepower is still quite impressive.

After learning only a little about it, Cheng Zhuo couldn't help but sigh—

The modder is a genius!

The source energy enchantment of the mecha weapons is controlled to an almost demanding degree.

The source power exhibited by the power and firepower is perfectly matched in every detail, and it is stuck at the critical point of "the source power is integrated to the extreme, but just in time to avoid triggering the first-order source power index".

This connection, once crossed through the boundary gate...

The combat power displayed by the mechs will be far superior to that of a newcomer who has not yet reached a higher level.

In addition, the mecha's inherent powerful defense and propulsion, even though it's a downgraded version, will definitely allow it to roam freely in this newbie-dominated world.

But none of that matters.

What shocked Cheng Zhuo the most was that this captain was actually an S-level newcomer!

Is this reasonable?

An S-rank rookie comes to be a wilderness hunter...

……

Time passes little by little.

Inside the desolate stone city.

With nothing to do, the group of people could only wait listlessly.

According to the usual practice of the city-state, whenever a boundary gate appears in the outer city, the city-state will send the Hunting Ruins Army to provide assistance.

Unawakened ordinary people are not subject to any boundary rules, so the Hunting Ruins Army has a dedicated rescue team for newcomers to the Ruins Realm.

They could only pray that this time the Void Realm wouldn't be too large.

The rescue team can arrive as soon as possible.

Night falls.

The scorching sun completely disappeared.

Only the suddenly chilly night wind raged on.

All around were whistling sounds, and it was hard to tell whether they were the sound of the wind or the low growls of strange beasts.

They gathered some dry firewood and lit several bonfires in a huge stone temple in the center of the city.

Most of the people were hungry and exhausted.

Nobody wanted to talk.

One by one, they sat bewildered and drowsy by the campfire.

A small room at the end of the main hall was assigned to the new mother. Da Meng and Luo Qiyang stood on either side of the door, guarding it for her and ready to help take care of her at any time.

Xia Chan leaned against the cold stone pillar, half of her body nestled against Xia Mo, and murmured:

"Sis, will Brother Zhuo come to save us?"

Xia Mo slightly stood up, stared at Xia Chan, and nodded very seriously:

Most definitely.

Upon receiving a positive reply, Xia Chan's eyes lit up immediately.

But the thought of the mountains and fields covered with strangely shaped stone faces today instantly dimmed his spirits, and he said with worry:

"But something seems off here. Everyone says this is definitely not an ordinary newbie's realm. Even the strongest newbies couldn't withstand those stone-faced monsters from earlier today. If Brother Zhuo comes, won't he be in danger too...?"

Upon hearing this, Xia Mo lowered her chin again, which she had just raised.

Her silver-white bangs fell down, obscuring her eyes, which also held worry...

Night fell.

The surroundings grew increasingly quiet.

Before long, the only sounds in the stone hall were the crackling of firewood and the snoring of some people.

"ah--!"

Suddenly, a piercing scream shattered the silence.

Everyone was startled awake and looked up sharply—

The mother from earlier that day, carrying two babies, staggered out of the house at the end of the stone hall.

Xia Chan and Xia Mo exchanged a surprised glance, then quickly got up and followed the crowd.

Before I even reached the door, a strong smell of blood hit me.

Inside the stone chamber.

Blood was everywhere.

Da Meng, who was originally helping the mother take care of the baby, was now leaning against the corner of the wall, his head tilted at an odd angle, his skull looking as if it had been pried open by something, with his red and white brain matter clearly visible.

Luo Qiyang knelt down beside the corpse.

Ten fingers dangling in the air.

The knuckles were slightly curled, as if manipulating invisible threads.

Upon closer inspection, one could indeed see wisps of fluorescent light flowing eerily between his fingertips and his brain.

"vomit--"

Several people gagged instantly upon witnessing this bloody scene.

Luo Qiyang turned his head.

A sinister smile appeared on his lips.

Standing beside him were the two green-haired men, Da Meng and Xiao Lvmao, who had been beaten to death by Da Meng earlier. Their backs were bent, and there were still bruises on their faces.

They slowly turned their heads, their eyes glowing green, their faces full of mockery.

Xia Mo tugged at Xia Chan's arm and said, "Let's go."

Xia Chan understood, quickly grabbed her sister's hand, and turned to leave.

"Hey, where are you two ladies headed so late?"

Before the two had even left the main hall,

A figure suddenly appeared in the doorway, the little green-haired guy leaning against the doorframe, toying with a dagger in his hand, and lewdly grinning:

"It's pitch black outside, it's too dangerous. Let me come with you."

"It's none of your business."

Xia Chan scolded her, then pulled Xia Mo and turned to walk away into the crowd.

But after taking two steps back,

Another dark, thin figure appeared on the road ahead.

Big Green Hair had also emerged from the stone chamber at some point, clutching a gleaming dagger, his eyes gleaming with a murderous intent.

"My brother kindly accompanied you, how dare you be disrespectful? What, you look down on us brothers?"

"Hey! Don't go too far!"

At this moment, a tall, thin boy with glasses could no longer contain himself and squeezed out from the huddled crowd, shouting:

"The Hunting Army could arrive at any moment. Aren't you afraid of being captured and forced into mining?"

"Where did this little bastard come from!"

To everyone's astonishment, the little green-haired boy at the door moved like a ghost, appearing beside the boy almost instantly.

He grabbed the boy by the back of the head and slammed his knee down.

"Click—"

"Aaaaaah—!"

The lens shattered, accompanied by a piercing sound of bones cracking, and the boy screamed in agony, a sound so shrill it sent chills down one's spine!

The little green-haired boy picked him up.

The boy's face was covered in blood, and shattered lenses were embedded in his eye sockets, a horrifying sight.

"A kid who hasn't even grown all his hair yet, and he's already trying to play the hero and save the damsel in distress?"

The green-haired boy spat and delivered another knee strike to the boy's abdomen.

"Waaah—"

The boy was in so much pain that his body was curled up like a shrimp, and even his muffled groans were distorted.

Some people who had originally wanted to stand up for themselves were immediately drenched in cold sweat after seeing the little green-haired guy's outrageous speed and attack.

What's going on?

He was slapped away by Da Meng in broad daylight, how come he's so fast now?!

"Hey, are you crazy?!" Xia Chan exclaimed angrily.

"He's still a child!"

"Heh heh, you're starting to feel sorry for her?"

The green-haired boy chuckled, his knuckles gripping the boy's nape tightly, the dagger held against the boy's neck.

His bloodshot, emerald-green eyes, filled with a ferocious glint of bloodlust, roared:

"You come here too! Or else..."

With a sinister, wicked smile, he gently pulled the dagger along—

A thin, bleeding mark appeared instantly.

"You—" Xia Chan retreated in alarm.

Xia Mo quickly shielded her behind her, her right hand somehow producing a sharp piece of gravel. Her clear eyes beneath her silver bangs gleamed with determination, as if she were ready to fight to the death.

"Oh my, little girls, why don't you just give in to them!"

Suddenly, a woman in a nightgown spoke from the crowd. She raised her voice, lowered it, and her tone was full of complaint:

"You're the ones who angered them just now. Da Meng is already dead, so don't you dare kill anyone else!"

Xia Chan felt her worldview had collapsed and said angrily:

"What do you mean we killed someone? Those two were the ones who committed the crimes, and now they're acting like zombies! They're not even human anymore, can't you see that?!"

"Damn it! They're all so shameless, aren't they?!"

Suddenly, the big green-haired guy on one side roared and strode towards the two sisters, cursing as he went:

"Go to hell, all of you! Go to hell!!"