"It really is a Dimensional Wanderer." said Gong Yi as he pushed his spectacles up the bridge of his nose. He was very interested in Fatty and extended his hand to caress it. Unexpectedly, Fatty did not resist and had a cute look on its face. Gong Yi could not help but sigh. "This is a race that excels in spiritual energy. It's no wonder why it was able to defeat the Succubus. However, I've heard that a Dimensional Wanderer that loses its race will quickly die in loneliness. I never imagined that Wang Zhong would actually be able to summon it to exist alone. This is really …"
"Thank you, little fellow!" Said Sister Hong with a grin as she extended her hand to caress Fatty's head. Fatty's current size could no longer be compared to before. Compared to the time when he fought Vladimir, he was much smaller, approximately half a metre long. Floating in the air, he blinked his large watery eyes. "You've saved all of us!"
Fatty rather enjoyed the caress of the beauty, rubbing his head against Sister Hong's chest in an extremely intimate manner.
Within Wang Zhong's Soul Sea, Simba shouted out. "This is intolerable! Wang Zhong, let me out! The great Simba is the one who saved your lives! You guys are actually thanking an idiot little brother that can't even speak properly! Is there still justice in this world? Is there still any law?! "
As the mastermind behind the scenes, Simba undoubtedly believed that he, the mastermind behind the scenes, was the greatest contributor. However, he was currently trapped in the Soul Sea as if he was imprisoned, while his idiot follower who stepped on dogsh * t was jumping around happily outside, enjoying the gratitude and respect of everyone.
Wang Zhong decisively chose to ignore him. An existence like Simba was truly not someone that anyone could understand.
"Little Xin, how are you? Poor lass, your face is so pale."
"Thank you, Sister Hong. I'm fine." replied Little Xin with a smile.
The sky was somewhat gloomy and dark.
Although it was currently noon, being able to see the sky was already not bad in this day and age.
Beside them was an incomparably majestic giant wall. Perhaps, one could no longer tell that it was the main body of the 'wall'. It was like a huge mountain that stretched across the horizon, towering into the clouds. Both sides of the wall extended endlessly, making it impossible to see the end.
The Wall of Life, also known as the Wall of Sighs, stood there tirelessly. Not only did it provide protection and safety for the people within the city, it also made the mutated beasts outside the city sigh. Outside Tianjing City, the Wall of Life not only separated mutated beasts and humans, it also separated the countless refugees and citizens of the city, dividing them into two distinct worlds.
Although the so-called refugee camps surrounded the city, they were not all gathered together. The refugees also needed resources to survive. For example, the garbage dump outside the city was one of the resources that the refugees valued. At least half of the refugee camps were formed by a group of refugees who gathered around the garbage dump.
One of the refugee camps was slightly further away from the city, where the garbage trucks didn't come frequently. Furthermore, there weren't any other resources that could be used in the vicinity. A small refugee camp with roughly 17 to 18 tents was piled up not far from the garbage dump. This place radiated an unbearable stench, with roughly 30 to 40 refugees living there. The majority of them had grotesque appearances. Having been 'taken care' of by the severe radiation outside the city, it was already considered quite good that they were able to maintain a rough human shape.
A homeless man with fluffy hair and his entire body wrapped in dust was curled up next to a pile of garbage. It was obvious that he was a new vagrant. Perhaps he had committed some crime in the city and had been stripped of his citizenship and expelled. This kind of thing happened every day and was very common throughout the Federation. Compared to those who entered the city, there were more people who left the city. He did not have a tent to live in, so he curled up in a nest made of messy garbage, motionless, as if he was dead.
In the camp, a child with an abscess on his head picked up a rock and threw it over, smashing the vagrant's foot. The adults of the family were so frightened that they hurriedly dragged the child to hide, just like a startled rabbit. Then, they peeked out half of their eyes from the tent, looking at the fellow with a trace of hatred and fear.
The vagrant did not pay any attention to them, continuing to curl up on the ground. He only pulled his legs back and hugged his chest tightly. Clearly, he had not gotten used to the low temperature outside the city. Although it was summer, staying outside the city, where the radiation was severe, would still feel very cold. The radiation would block out most of the sunlight and ultraviolet rays, making it difficult to preserve and transmit heat.
The refugee from before breathed a sigh of relief, and the camp regained its calm, a deathly silence.
This was the norm in the refugee camps. For the sake of survival, in order to reduce the consumption of their bodies, as long as they could fall asleep, the refugees would never sit. If they could sit, they would never stand. If they could walk, they would never run.
The word 'lifeless' was used to describe such an environment. But so what? Were they lazy? Did they not have any vitality? To them, there was only one goal in life, and that was to live.
The vagrant slowly closed his eyes and tightened his collar. He had felt a gust of wind blowing into his neck, causing him to involuntarily shiver. The camp was deathly silent, as though there was no life here.
Clang clang clang clang …
All of a sudden, the sound of heavy machinery breaking the silence of the camp. Dozens of heads popped out from the seventeen to eighteen tents, their originally empty and numb eyes bursting forth with a beastly glint, filled with hunger and greed.
The vagrant opened his eyes as well, forcing himself to stand up. With a glance, he saw the huge garbage truck coming over from not too far away.
His eyes lit up slightly, and it wasn't just him, even those heads that popped out from the tents, everyone's eyes were filled with anticipation and ferocity, staring fixedly at the movement of the garbage truck.
They tiptoed out from their tents, and even the youngest of them, who was only three to four years old, had a green glow in their eyes!
Everyone was waiting, and there were even quite a few who had their limbs on the ground, as though they were ready to charge.
Hualalalala …
The garbage truck was already in position, and the huge trunk slowly rose up. At least a few tonnes of junk and rubbish were poured out from the trunk, raising a cloud of dust.
Everyone's eyes were green, but they didn't dare to move. In the eyes of the people of the Federation, the mutated refugees that lived in the darkness were like parasites and tumors. They were too timid, too inferior, and too petty. Most of the time, they didn't even dare to appear in front of 'people', especially during the day, when this disparity would be especially obvious.
They were waiting, their eyes filled with madness, as though a violent storm was brewing.
The garbage truck shook its butt, and the driver naturally saw those beast-like ants below. He also shook his head with a sneer, and said something to the person holding the rune gun beside him. The person seemed to be a newcomer, and was very surprised. The driver didn't say anything, and the garbage truck creaked away.
Xiu Xiu Xiu Xiu!
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