Everyone around him was black and shiny. The skin of the youth in the coffin was definitely not white, but it was only close to the level of a bronze-brown. Generally speaking, he was of mixed blood, which made him seem out of place among the people around him. Quite a few people were sizing him up, trying to guess his identity and coveting the strange box on his back.
That coffin-like box was obviously not ordinary, especially when they saw that it was a youth not even 20 years of age. Many people revealed greedy expressions.
The bald youth didn't seem to care too much about these covetous gazes. Carrying his coffin, he calmly walked into a small shop by the roadside.
The shop wasn't big, but it was considered luxurious in this kind of place. At the very least, the building wasn't built with just a few wooden planks. At this moment, there were several tables filled with customers eating. Although there weren't any exotic delicacies, there was a bowl of steaming hot meat soup mixed with biscuits. The aroma wafting in the air was already a rare delicacy in the desert.
The bald youth walked to the front of the table and revealed a genuine smile. "Boss, give me some dry rations and water. Thank you."
When he first came in, many people were staring at the strange coffin on his back. After all, things that could glow were relatively rare and would attract people's attention. At this moment, hearing him speak, a scar-faced man immediately stood up with evil intentions.
Just by listening to his accent, one could tell that this little baldy was a native of Tutankhamun. Furthermore, a Tutankhamun native actually possessed impure black skin … this was definitely a half-evolved new human being. Such a fellow would usually barely survive under the radiation of the entire world as a coolie. Such a weak fellow had no human rights to speak of. Even if he were to die, no one would bury a grave for him.
In fact, the more difficult a place was, the worse the morals of the world and the more fragile the rules would be. This was still fine within the sphere of influence of Tutankhamun, but in the other oases at the borders, they had completely reverted to a slave society.
"Kid, this coffin of yours is quite special. Did you prepare it for yourself?" The scar-faced man was abnormally tall. Standing behind the little baldy, the difference was like an elephant and a zebra. Greedily, he reached out his hand towards the coffin that glowed with a faint blue light. He wanted to see what kind of material it was made of. One had to know that the people of the Federation loved to collect strange things. If he could find a middleman, he might be able to sell it for a good price.
A few bottles of cola from the Empire could be exchanged for a pretty good girl here.
"Sir, it's best for living people not to touch it." The little baldy didn't dodge. He didn't even turn around. His voice was gentle and sincere. "That wouldn't be good for your body."
These words were clearly directed at him. Scarface stared blankly. He didn't know why, but this calm tone made him feel a trace of fear. It was different from the fear he felt when facing a powerhouse. He couldn't help but frown.
However, his companions behind him laughed out loud. "Does this brat think he's the Grim Reaper?"
"Haha, the brave Babulu is actually afraid!"
The little baldy in front of him continued to stand there quietly, not moving an inch. A strange apologetic expression could be seen on his face.
Scarface Babulu's face turned red, and the strange feeling that had been lingering in his heart was instantly swept away. In the Tutankhamun Empire, if your companions saw through your cowardice, you would be no different from a dog in front of them in the future.
A ferocious expression appeared on his face. He reached out with both hands and viciously grabbed at the blue coffin. "Damned brat, not only do I want to touch it, I want to snatch it. Put that thing down and scram, or I'll stuff you inside!"
His hands fiercely grabbed the blue coffin. It wasn't hot or cold, and he didn't feel anything out of the ordinary. The last bit of doubt in his heart dissipated. Just as he was about to use his strength to drag the coffin over, he heard a whistling sound coming from the side.
The whistling sound came too quickly. Babulu had only just heard the sound when he received a heavy blow to his face. The enormous force made him feel as though half of his face had been ruthlessly rammed by a truck. In an instant, his nearly two-meter tall body was sent flying. Only when he landed on the ground two meters away did he manage to prop himself up and shake his head. Only then did he realize that what had hit his face was actually half a biscuit!
A trace of dark-grey blood flowed out from the corner of Babulu's mouth. Although the blow was heavy, it wasn't enough to make him unable to stand up. He angrily jumped up and shouted, "Who!"
"A mere Grey-Blooded Worm?" A man completely shrouded in a cloak laughed. "No wonder you were sent flying by a biscuit."
As these words were spoken, not only Babulu, but even his companions, who were still in a daze, became furious. The Tutankhamun Empire also had a classification system for new humans. Unlike the Freedom Federation, they used the color of their blood to determine their strength.
The new humans that had evolved on the African continent had a clear increase in the amount of melanin in their bodies in order to resist the vile weather. This wasn't only reflected on their skin; even their blood would be assimilated by the melanin. At first, it would be a light grey color, but after reaching a certain level, it would turn a dark grey color. This was roughly equivalent to the Heroic Soul of the Freedom Federation. It was said that there were black-blooded warriors who had evolved to the point where their blood had turned completely black.
Regardless of the rank of a warrior, the title represented their glory. Although the Grey-Blooded Warriors were the lowest rank, they still had their own pride. This fellow actually dared to call them 'Grey-Blooded Worms'. This was no different from calling black people black during peaceful times.
"You're courting death! I'll tear you apart alive! " Babulu was the first to jump over. Together with several of his burly and tall companions, he rushed forward in a frenzy.
Whispers of discussion rang out all around them. Quite a few people were watching from the sidelines, but none of them were too surprised. After all, such incidents of using knives was a common occurrence in the oasis, so there was nothing strange about it.
Babulu and his companions not only possessed extraordinary strength, but were also nimble and carried sharp knives with them. Furthermore, they had good eyesight and could tell that the cloaked man wasn't easy to deal with. In the blink of an eye, they had already surrounded him. It was clear that they had undergone professional training. Unfortunately …
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