Pirate's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 217 Lighthouse Safe Zone, Dustmen 4396
Open your eyes slowly.

Jon reacted for a few seconds and let out a long breath.

Scan around.

The cramped environment made him frown.

"It worked," Jon muttered.

Clenched fists.

A 'weakness' that I hadn't felt for a long time came to my mind.

so weak.

This body is even weaker than the average human.

That's right.

What appeared here was not the deity of the old demon Qiao, but one of the projections of his billions of divine consciousness.

"God" uses a black box as a communicator;
Jon uses the 'Love Train' that travels through the heavens as a communicator.

——By taking the body of a deceased person, he can sneak into an infinite number of worlds without having to do it himself.

It's just that the strength will be weakened a little bit.

Not to mention 'time stop', 'immortality', and 'authority seizure', even the most basic 'opening the door', the range of action has dropped from 100 meters to 20 meters, and other abilities have shrunk infinitely.

What a terrible word.

"I always feel that there is an inexplicable malice targeting me, Joe.
Forget it.

Come here, let’s try to see if we can develop believers in this world. ' Jon stroked his unshaven chin.

As a senior traveler.

He has considerable experience in dealing with the situation at hand.

The first is to identify yourself and the context of the world.

thought here.

Jon sank his thoughts and patrolled the room that was less than five square meters.

A hard bed made of scrap iron and broken planks, all kinds of dilapidated jars, a few dirty work clothes, a pair of boots with broken soles.
If there is no accident, the social status of this body should be quite low.

Or the poor in the slums, or the oppressed slaves.

Standing staggeringly, Jon was lucky enough to find half a mirror that was deliberately hidden and a green electronic nameplate that didn't know what to do next to the half opaque window.

Put the nameplate down for now.

Through the reflection of the mirror, he could see his current face clearly - it was still black hair and black pupils, but the appearance was only seven or eight points similar to the main body, and rounding could be defined as handsome.

"Ah~"

Jon sighed silently in his heart.

What a hell start.

Getting used to every second, suddenly let him start from zero.

To be honest, it's a little uncomfortable.

"The avatar is the orientation coordinate, which can establish a connection with the body"

Rubbing the green electronic nameplate of unknown use, Jon silently calculated the time when the main body would come.

In the end, he concluded

- At least ninety days.

In other words.

In these ninety days, he will live with a brand new identity!
"Three months, take it easy~"

Qiao, who has hardly been beaten by society since birth, is very optimistic.

Bang bang bang!
Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"4396, 4396 Are you dead?"

"Boss, there is no movement, it should be cold."

"Don't waste time, just open the lock."

"That's right, I'm still waiting to distribute the supplies."

There was a lot of talk outside the door.

Soon.

A few young men with short hair took out a very simple lock-picking tool and forcibly opened the door where Jon was.

Squeak.

The old iron gate made a sour noise.

Jon stared intently at a few uninvited guests who forced their way in.

It just so happened that the people outside the door were also looking at Jon.

Four eyes facing each other
The atmosphere was silent for a while.

back to God.

The headed young man exclaimed, "4396, you are not dead?!"

4396
What a broken name!

Jon said angrily, "As you can see, I'm alive and well."

"However, you clearly suffered from a severe fever during the process of collecting supplies."

"I'm lucky, I survived."

Jon didn't want to say more on the subject.

After a pause, he asked, "You said just now that you were collecting supplies, are we scavengers?"

"What kind of scavengers? 4396, your brain is burned out!" The inch-headed youth at the head pointed to the green electronic nameplate on his chest, "We are dust people."

"Dust People"

Jon blinked.

It sounds so humble.

He scratched his head deliberately, "emmmmmm, the complications of fever have caused me to lose some of my memory. I can't remember a lot of things."

Amnesia?
Fine.

Better than hanging up.

The headed young man with inch head, that is, Chenmin 3725 pouted, "I thought you couldn't survive this time. Let us reclaim your room.

But for now, this room is reserved for you. "

'Recycled houses'

Jon keenly caught the key words.

ponder for a moment.

He invited a few people to come in, "Since the house recycling has come to an end, then, tell me about the current situation. You know, I can't remember a lot of things."

I was stupid.

Also burned my brain.

Poor 4396.

3527 sighed and said truthfully: "This is the "lighthouse" in the sky, the only safe area for human beings.

We are the dust people who are different from those of the Shangmin. We only have numbers, we cannot reproduce, and we have no rights.

And the main task for us dust people is to do some dirty work, such as going to the ground to assist the 'wilder hunters' to collect resources, and to maintain the normal operation of the lighthouse."

understood.

'End Times', 'Virus', 'Monster', 'Survival Base', 'Gene Optimization', 'Level Difference'.

Jon's eyes lit up.

In such an environment, fanaticism is most likely to breed.

He thought of the missionary words almost instantly.

"Friends, allow me to take a moment of your time. I would like to introduce you to our Savior and Beacon, the Gate of Ten Thousand Doors, the great Mr. Joestar!"

No matter what his identity is, Amway is done.

But to Jon's disappointment, through in-depth understanding, he knew that there had long been a religion here to control the population and maintain stability.

"The Church of Light and Shadow"

This church, which believes in the 'Lord of Light and Shadow', is completely controlled by the Shangmin.

It integrates appeasement, law enforcement and punishment, and serving order.

Great power!

Jon shook his head.

But soon, he regained his strength.

'The Lord of Light and Shadow'?
What rubbish!
No matter how powerful it is, can it be manifested in front of people?

I have the ability to invite God to the upper body at any time. As long as the main body arrives, it is not rampant at will, and it will change from eschatological text to brainless cool text in minutes!
Then the problem is coming.

How are you going to survive these three months?

Because there is no special physique bonus.

Now Jon, also needs to eat like ordinary people.

It was learned from 3527 that the food of the dusty people was extremely bad, and they could only eat a high-protein food called 'worm cake'.

eat bugs?
Do not make jokes.

Absolutely!

but.

However, I heard that some foods that can be stored for a long time such as sugar cubes, cans, compressed biscuits, and wine can often be found on the ground.

Hide it secretly, as long as you don't get caught by the pickets, you'll be fine
Closer to home.

After speaking, 3527 they left.

Think for a moment.

Jon pinned the green electronic nameplate showing 4396 to his chest.

In "Lighthouse", you need to contribute points to do everything.

And his own contribution points are obviously not many.

He frowned with a headache.

If you want to survive, you must work hard to earn contribution points.

Gotta figure out a way asap.

three days later.

"Don't be dawdling, hurry up and get on the bus!"

On the lifting platform, a well-armed hunter roared impatiently.

Hearing this, Jon was carrying a large canvas bag, and like other dustmen, he quickly climbed into a modified military transport vehicle.

——He traded two pieces of jerky and a dustman for this mission.

what?
Where did those two pieces of jerky come from?

Ah.

You know, there is no door in this world that he and Joe can't open~
The pedestrian crossing is very wide;
The grain storage room is also not worried about eating.

In his opinion, the dust people here are a little too honest.
"Are you all ready? If you are ready, let's go!" Standing at the top with a gun, Kong Wu's powerful hunting leader Mark waved his hand.

'boom'

Following his words, the chains fell.

Everything on the lifting platform, including dozens of resource collection vehicles armed to the teeth, and individual combat mechas called 'heavy three-dimensional', were all lowered to the desolate ground.

Jon stuck his head out and looked around curiously.

Ok.

Really doomsday atmosphere.

There are bones everywhere, and strange plants with no name.

The victims who turned into 'flesh soil' maintained their dying postures, their expressions were either hideous or frightened.

Jon looked back and said nothing.

"Everyone pay attention and go to the resource point marked on the map."

On the radio, Captain Mark's voice came out.

Through the understanding in the past few days, Jon has some basic understanding of this "Lighthouse" hunting captain.

He is heroic and powerful.

Every time I go out to collect materials, I will definitely return with a full reward. It can be called a "lighthouse" national idol!
However, Jon felt that the depth and boldness of the hunter captain seemed to be an illusion.
Because eyes can't deceive people.

For some reason, he always felt that Mark was not a smart person.

Rather silly~
Jon raised his head slightly, his eyes swept over the members of the Wild Hunt.

Mexico City, Blizzard, Penny, Downey, Jeff, Erica
Among them, the most attractive to him is the adjutant Ran Bing.

——The only white hair in "Lighthouse" is very recognizable.

Jon nodded silently.

He is not very concerned about collecting resources or something.

Leaving the "Lighthouse" this time, he mainly wanted to understand the real situation of this world and see the legendary polar-devouring beast.

of course.

He has a deeper purpose, and he just doesn't know if it can be successfully realized.
It went very smoothly along the way.

The desert hunter team did not encounter any danger, and soon reached the resource point marked on the map - the R49 starship ruins.

get off.

Yellow sand fills the sky.

It blows on the face, like a knife, making people unable to open their eyes.

Jon wrapped his torn scarf.

Squint.

As far as the eye can see, there are human remains that have turned into 'flesh soil'.

He doesn't speak.

Walked silently into the ranks of the Dustmen.

"Teams [-] and [-] stay, guard the vehicles and the 'Heavy Stereo'! The others and I will go in!" Mark pressed the communicator on his ear, and commanded the hunters and the dustmen with great skill.

Jon: ? ? ?
Make sense.

Bringing out the individual combat mecha but not using it, what is the operation, it is not too big to get in.Isn't it generally dangerous for such an important resource point?
Looking up at the huge spaceship slantingly inserted in the desert, he had a bad premonition in his heart.
Pry open the door.

into it.

The dim light made Jon feel a little uncomfortable.

He turned on the flashlight that was distributed and shone forward, a survival instinct emerged from the bottom of his heart.

This is the keen intuition of being a high-ranking creature!
Bad.

to send!

Jon looked at the door at the back, and at the calm-faced hunters beside him.

Think again and again.

Still didn't speak.

After all, his current status is only the most inferior dustman, and he hastily talked to the wild hunter, fearing that he will not endure a shuttle.

There is a lot of material in the spaceship.

Food, medicine, energy, everything.

Through these few days of recuperation (mainly secretly opening a small stove for himself in the grain storage room), Jon's body has returned to the level of a normal person.

While there is no one around.

He stuffed stuff into his rucksack while stuffing his 'cloud backpack'

——The storage space is not large, and the inability to store is two completely different concepts.

These resources may be used in the future.

Time passed little by little.

Jon's unease deepened.

Almost got it.

Just move and go.

How much is more?

He watched the movements around him with great vigilance.

Click!

Suddenly, a certain dustman accidentally broke off a piece of the corpse that had turned into flesh, causing a great disturbance in the quiet underground space.

"Damn, do you want to die?!"

Notice the movement here.

A certain wild hunter immediately cursed.

Regardless, they are all 'companions' who collect resources together.

The difference between Shangmin and Chenmin can be described as a world of difference.

Except for Captain Mark, the rest of the hunters hardly paid any attention to the people.

Honestly.

In their eyes, dustmen are just tools.

And it is the kind of tool that is easy to use and requires no maintenance.

The opportunity is coming!

Jon's heart moved slightly.

He quietly approached the scolded dustman and patted his shoulder lightly.

"Who are you? Do I know you?"

Unexpectedly, the dustman did not appreciate it.

"do not know.

But I care about you. "

Jon was not angry and said word by word.

Ah this
The comforted dustman was dumbfounded.

How do you say that?

What a shame!
But, there is one thing to say.

I do feel a little warm in my heart.

He looked at Jon and nodded, "I'm 4068."

"I'm 4396."

Jon smiled in agreement.

Buying people's hearts starts bit by bit.

'A single spark can start a prairie fire! '

Jon, who has learned the secret of dragon slaying since childhood, is very good~
Jon and 4068's little actions did not escape the eyes of those hunters.

However, seeing the bulging canvas bags behind the two, those Shangmin hunters pouted, too lazy to talk nonsense with the two inferiors.

The recycling of resources is proceeding in an orderly manner.

suddenly!

A spine-like monster sprang out from a dark corner and jumped onto a dustman's face.

see.

The expressions of the wild hunters suddenly changed, "Spine Gu!"

"Spine Gu"

The name is apt.

No no no.

Now is not the time to think about that.

Jon's eyes narrowed.

Throwing down the backpack, he dragged the 4068 beside him and ran out without thinking.

It's a fool not to run at this time!

In the end times, survival comes first.

It's better to leave it to someone else to be a hero.

(End of this chapter)