The Bald Monk in the City

"Huh...huh..."

Max Mead looked at the dazzling sunlight above his head, and his lungs swallowed like a block of red charcoal.

With every breath, there is a tingling and burning air current.

Life seems to be extremely heavy at this moment.

But there was no pain in Max Mead's eyes.

He breathed the air in big mouths, so greedily and hard...

Air mixed with some kind of animal feces or body fluids does not smell that good.

But at this moment, in Max Maid's view, every breath of air is fresh and sweet.

Because this is the taste of freedom and hope...

He finally escaped, from the place like hell.

The origin of civilization is not with flowers and wine.

More often, it is full of blood and wailing rust.

Even for this world that has been ruled by modern technology, there are still some areas in a startling primitive state.

The fangs of capital are greedily absorbed here, and the ugliness of human nature is fully displayed here.

In a mine hundreds of meters above the ground, the atmosphere of civilization has been far away.

What's left is the ancient rule that has allowed civilization to retreat for thousands of years: the weak eat the strong, and the fittest survive.

This is not a twisted hostility among those who also bear a poor fate.

It was a helpless and **** choice when the resources for survival became abnormally short.

Killing or death, in the dark world hundreds of meters from the ground, this is not a difficult thing to choose.

Max Mead still doesn't know why those dominators always give food and resources that are far from being consumed.

After all, the labor earned is valuable.

He doesn't understand, even now...

Living in that dark place to the present, Max Mead's hands were covered with blood.

Every time the snatcher's throat is cut, it is a painful torment for Max Maid.

Not everyone is used to killing.

In other words, in the vast crowd, there are always some people who get from their blood not tyranny and contempt for life.

But a kind of helpless compassion, an unyielding light struggling from pain.

If you follow the established trajectory, Max Mead will eventually be buried in the primitive mine full of danger.

There are too many elements that can completely end life.

But later, a high fever gave Max Mead a new life...

Max Mead still remembers that night, in the dark and cold mine, he had an unimaginable high fever, and death seemed to approach him little by little.

The high fever has blurred his consciousness, and no one wants to approach him.

Being sick in a dark mine is no more deadly than a rusty mine shovel in the hands of others.

They waited quietly for Max Mead to die, for this strong man to completely lose his life.

This is a fortunate thing-a strong competitor disappears, they may be able to get more abundant food.

Max Mead could not remember, the countless eyes staring at him in the darkness.

He seemed to have a very long dream, he became a gladiator, fighting day after day.

It was also there that he got his name-Max Mead.

Prior to this, Max Mead did not have a name that belonged to the civilization era.

Before he got his own name in the tribe where he was born, he was brought under the cold mine with guns by those people.

The cold and dark environment made his skin slightly pale, but the whole still inherited the characteristics of people of color.

Max Mead remembered that in that long dream, a girl named Yulia rescued him.

Then, there is a longer story...

But the long story will come to an end. When Max-Mead wakes up from the brink of death, the endless anger in his body is stimulated.

He became a new berserker, and his body was filled with the blood of the Celtic who was of the Sidi bloodline.

Everything seems to be different, but for Max Mead, his story has just begun...

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"Hybrid web plane reminder: One player of the integrated web of this plane died, and it has been detected that the number of players of the current version of the integrated web is lower than the requirements of the test version, and it is being added..."

"Completed, the current number of players in the physical world test version of the comprehensive network is: 100/100"

"Is this... a player dead?"

Eliza looked at the prompt message refreshed on the retina with some surprise.

Everyone has their own different views on death.

But in the end, the fear of death is more.

Eliza is naturally no exception. She is afraid of death, just like those flowers that are withered.

But Eliza seldom thinks about it, even the death of her relatives seems extremely remote.

She can clarify the hearts of animals, but she cannot understand death.

The death of a loved one can only make her feel sad.

But that kind of grief is the unwillingness to give up the dead elders.

Young lives cannot clarify those old bodies with empathy.

Those souls who gradually feel the call under the horizon in the twilight years of life...

The complete death of a comprehensive web player was like biting cold water dripping on her head.

She recalled again, the great fear of the end of life.

Eliza began to fall into contemplation. For her, the death of a player on the Internet like her is a more direct and **** reality.

After all, compared with other identities, the role of a comprehensive network player, which is different from billions of people, is more able to make her feel close-not the warmth of happiness, but the biting cold...

The Maine Coon cat next to her kept rubbing her body, and Eliza could feel its concern.

At this time, the impact of the death of comprehensive network players seems to have faded a lot.

At least ~www.readwn.com~ in this world, she is not alone.

"Will you face death with me?"

Eliza said as she picked up the Maine Coon cat and looked at its beautiful eyes.

Eliza naturally did not get any answers, but she was not disappointed.

That answer is not something a Maine Coon cat can give her.

She believed that there must be the answer she longed for in the vast starry sky.

There will definitely be a partner who can face the cold death with her...

If the world of death is cold and boring darkness.

Then Eliza felt that she would find a partner who would dance with her in the world below the horizon.

Maybe at that time, the coldness of death would no longer be so bitter and awe-inspiring...