Meng Yi completely disregarded the pleas for mercy from the cripple with the cane. He lunged forward without hesitation, his right hand transforming into a blade of flesh, and savagely plunged it into the Dead Man's Face's chest.
Where is the Arbitration Committee? Can they see this?
Moreover, with such weak strength, how dare he block someone late at night?
The look of horror in the opponent's eyes froze, and the "corpse" that had just gotten up not far away collapsed to the ground.
Meng Yi slowly retracted his hand. If he wasn't mistaken, his right hand had just absorbed a part of the opponent.
This sent a chill down his spine.
It can automatically replenish the consumption of the Flesh Bomb?
He had thought his acceptance level had inexplicably increased a lot, but now he still couldn't help but feel nauseous.
Meng Yi looked at the red mist spreading from his body, his eyes flickering.
The red mist seemed to have collected something from the opponent's body, then retracted into his own body.
He had a guess in his heart and turned to look at the first corpse.
This corpse was unharmed by the explosion of the Flesh Bomb, indicating very high physical strength. He must have been a Divine Grace User when he was alive.
He slowly walked to the corpse, examining it briefly. It was a burly man with a scar on his face, his neck at a strange angle, likely broken.
The red mist was very quiet this time, not spreading out.
Does it have to be someone I kill myself?
Meng Yi glanced around. The silent street was empty, which was normal. At night in a Fortress City, very few people went out.
However, even though he was acting in self-defense, he now had to cautiously observe his surroundings like a perverted murderer.
The explosion just now was not small.
So exhausted!
First, go home. There shouldn't be any more lunatics this time, right?
Meng Yi's bare feet stepped on the ground. The road was bumpy and seemed to have been unmaintained for a long time.
The torch was already damaged, so he could only rely on the moonlight, stumbling along the path, constantly worrying if there would be traps on the road.
He couldn't judge what the madmen in the city would do.
Meng Yi sighed softly and began to review the original body's memories of this world.
Human civilization suffered a drastic change thirty years ago. Overnight, the world underwent incomprehensible transformations.
Anyone could be Mutated, turning into twisted, formless strange creatures, or even things that couldn't be called living beings.
Not just humans, but birds, beasts, flowers, trees, and even inanimate objects like stones and sand, also underwent Mutation.
These Mutated Bodies did not specifically target humans; they simply attacked anything they could see indiscriminately.
But for human civilization, this was equally indefensible. All attempts failed, the human population rapidly decreased, and civilization was on the verge of collapse.
At this time, some people stood out. They claimed to have received the protection of gods and began to wantonly spread knowledge of various sacrificial rituals.
After trying it, humans in despair were like drowning people grasping at the last straw, and began to promote these rituals.
Even if these gods providing protection were equally twisted and evil, humans had no choice.
Nineteen final Fortress Cities were established, and human civilization struggled to survive on this cursed land.
Meng Yi's face was unpredictable. The humans in this world were basically just barely surviving!
Because the population was constantly decreasing.
From the original body's memories, the current population was much smaller than when he was a child, and many houses had lost their owners.
He looked at the dilapidated houses on both sides of the road and couldn't help but sigh.
Being thrown into this world, what kind of situation was this!
Meng Yi also encountered two or three ill-intentioned people on the road. These people's gazes were like vipers and scorpions, and each of them had bizarre appearances.
Perhaps Meng Yi's unyielding demeanor made those people wary, and he eventually returned safely to his home downstairs.
Sixth Block, No. 102.
This was a slightly dilapidated six-story residential building. Each floor had about forty rooms. He lived on the second floor, room 201, immediately to the left after climbing the stairs.
The building had the cramped and narrow characteristics typical of Fortress Cities in their early construction. The staircase could only accommodate one person normally. If two people were walking in opposite directions, one would have to step onto a landing to pass.
It seemed the original body hadn't lived a good life.
Meng Yi arrived at his door and pushed it gently. His door didn't even have a lock.
How miserable.
City electricity was scarce, so there was no hope for luxuries like lights here.
Meng Yi fumbled under the floorboards to pull out a key, opened the locked wooden box at the back of the room, and lit a candle.
Candles… were also a luxury.
If it were before, he definitely wouldn't have been willing to light it just like that.
Meng Yi looked down at the lighter in his hand, which made him feel a trace of civilized society.
The room wasn't large, only about thirty square meters.
A bed, a wardrobe, a wooden box, and surprisingly, an independent bathroom.
This was thanks to the early planning of the Fortress City. According to the original body's father, this was due to the inertia of human civilization.
The initial construction of the Fortress City had a touch of idealism; city planners even designed parks.
Meng Yi entered with the candle and was surprised to find that the bathroom was actually usable.
He then realized that this was to prevent the spread of diseases and plagues, as many gods liked such things.
It was necessary to prevent the Believers of these gods from exploiting loopholes.
Therefore, the public health facilities of the Fortress City were always maintained.
Whether anyone had special hobbies among them was unknown.
Just thinking about it was disgusting!
The room was very simple. The white walls had long turned yellow. He opened the wardrobe and glanced inside; there were only two simple sets of clothes and a pair of shoes.
Meng Yi looked down at the white robe on his body. Well, he looked back at the bed; no wonder there were no bedsheets.
Should he say the original body lived a hard life, or praise him for being resourceful?
He opened the box again. It contained various bits of junk. Meng Yi rummaged through them briefly.
Including the one in his hand, there were two candles, three five-yuan banknotes, a small mirror, and two yellowed photographs.
They were his parents.
Two photos preserved from the old era.
The photos showed two vibrant young people, their faces radiating happy smiles.
Meng Yi held the two photos and examined them. The original body's father died in a cultist riot, and his mother was Mutated after losing divine protection…
Even ordinary people, no matter how hard they tried to please the gods, could easily lose their protection when they weren't paying attention. They were capricious.
Meng Yi put the photos back with a somber expression, then picked up the mirror. It seemed to be something his original body's mother left behind.
He held it up to his face and exclaimed repeatedly, marveling that two people from different worlds could look so similar.
They were practically identical!
Meng Yi put the mirror down and surveyed his "home." No wonder the door didn't need to be locked; the most valuable thing in the entire room was that 15 yuan.
Truly, a house with bare walls.
There wasn't even a hot water kettle or a cup to drink from.
He frowned, recalling that the original body had been "working" all day, eating and drinking outside. His "home" was generally only used for sleeping.
And it was year-round, without a single day off!
What the hell!
What kind of life is this?
His work was also very simple: parts for the city's defense system needed frequent replacement, and he was responsible for assembling these parts.
In other words, it was assembly line work.
This was the daily life of most ordinary people in the Fortress City.
Life had only two things:
First, please the gods.
Second, work tirelessly!
The city defense system was always running at full capacity. Maintaining this system alone required a large amount of manpower and resources. Unfortunately, the population was constantly declining, and the workload of existing workers was continuously increasing.
Today's humans, everything was for survival!
Divine Grace Users were no exception.
All Divine Grace Users, except those working in official departments like the Adjudication Department, generally went out into the wilderness to fight.
Mutated Bodies did not deliberately attack the Fortress City, but some always wandered nearby, and they were endless like a tide.
The city also had a great demand for materials dropped by these Mutated Bodies, used to construct defensive array formations, forge extraordinary weapons, and so on.
Hmm…
Divine Grace Users could also choose not to go; focusing on assembly work was also fine. No one would force them, as long as they could endure the meager salary, and their god had no objections.
Gods liked excitement!
It seemed Meng Yi didn't have this worry. His god was actually himself.
A god who does assembly work?
Forget it, these things are for tomorrow.
The immediate priority is to check out that Red Mist Space.
Did the red mist absorb something just now?
Meng Yi sat on the edge of the bed and, with a thought, a red mist began to emanate from his body, gradually enveloping him completely.
