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Chapter 327 Director of the New An Bureau

This is a desolate and bleak land.

After the boy opened his eyes, he felt completely bewildered, both in body and mind. He didn't know who he was, why he was here, or what he should do next.

But he instinctively felt that the sky shouldn't look like this.

The foggy sky was barely lit, and its faint light made the vast land look exceedingly pale, with nothing in sight but wastelands.

In his mind, the sky should be an endless expanse of blue, the sun extremely dazzling, and the land lush and teeming with life, on the verge of bursting with vigor, not like this desolate and silent place devoid of life.

This world seemed to be ailing.

The boy stood up and stumbled forward like a newborn, the only frail figure in this vast expanse of land.

After an unknown duration, the slightly lit sky had become completely dark, as dark as an unfathomable Abyss.

He felt discomfort in his stomach, probably from hunger, and his throat was so dry and hoarse it hurt.

But the boy didn't know how to find food for himself. He wandered aimlessly on the scorched black land for a very long time, sometimes collapsing from hunger only to regain consciousness and continue walking with rejuvenated spirit.

Gradually, the scorched black and hard earth turned loose and brownish-yellow, and even patches of green vegetation began to appear in his sight.

The boy instinctively thought the green plants were edible, so he grabbed some and began to chew.

However, they were dry, bitter, and foul-smelling. He grimaced and spat them out immediately, repulsed by the taste of his first meal.

So, how did he previously think that this was edible?

Just then, the boy suddenly looked up towards a certain direction, his dark pupils filled with curiosity and inquiry.

A dark green off-road vehicle emerged from the horizon.

He was dozens of meters away from the roaring off-road vehicle, and the boy didn't know how to call for help. He just sat on the ground, looking curiously in that direction.

It was only when someone in the vehicle seemed to notice him and turned the car around to head towards him.

"Is there actually someone here?"

"Little brother, how did you end up in this place?"

"You look so dazed, you're not an idiot, are you?"

These were the first people the boy encountered after he came to his senses, who were of the same species as him, and so he was pulled into the car by three sisters with faces full of pity and sympathy.

...

After the Solar Eclipse Cataclysm, this planet underwent an earth-shaking transformation, as if like a withering plant, over seventy percent of humans withered under the black moon once the sun disappeared.

Then, from their corpses emerged new monsters, pouncing on the remaining survivors like Evil Ghosts crawling out of hell.

The civilization belonging to humans crumbled, and the survival challenge for the human race began.

Fifty years after the Solar Eclipse.

Survivors had established fortresses on various Wastelands. Although people still lived under the threat of monsters, they were no longer as fearful as they were in the beginning.

In order to end the apocalypse as quickly as possible and to restore the once-glorious civilization, humans began to actively hunt monsters on the Wastelands.

"Watch closely, take the knife."

"..."

"Don't be afraid, just chop away."

"..."

"Aim for its vital part, the neck area. If you can't find the neck, that's okay, just destroying the body will do."

"..."

Looking at the monster in the cage that was brandishing its claws, its appearance challenging the limits of human sanity, so indiscernible it was hard to tell what kind of creature it was, the boy held the knife and froze.

After a long while, he turned and said, "Sister, can I not chop it?"

The woman next to him stood agape, hands on her hips, and shouted, "No way, you must learn to kill monsters yourself!"

"No, what I mean is..."

The boy said innocently, looking back at the monster. In the next moment, the grotesque and twisted body of the monster exploded without warning, and a viscous black substance sprayed out from the cage, splattering everywhere.

The people next to him were stunned.

What the boy wanted to express was that he didn't need to lift a finger to kill the monsters.

He could not only detonate the neural networks within the monsters' bodies, but he could also hear the shocked heartbeats of the woman next to him. He could see people of all shapes and colors outside the base in his mind's eye, listen to their thoughts, and feel their emotions.

Even if he wanted to blow up their brains, he could do it easily.

He didn't understand what this meant; it was innate to him.

But after this incident, the few people who adopted him sternly warned him that he must never reveal this matter to anyone; he had powers that no one should know about.

At the time, the boy didn't quite understand.

...

It was only years later, when the survivor base was besieged by monsters, that he saved everyone only to be treated as a monster afterward.

Of course, before becoming a monster, he surely enjoyed a period of being flattered and admired until the people realized he was uncontrollable and quite dangerous; they wanted to eliminate him.

When the sisters fled with him, the boy was very confused about why things had turned out this way and even felt a bit wronged.

But what was more wronged than him were his sisters.

"We said not to trust them, why can't this kid learn, boo hoo hoo..."

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"What if we killed him before we die? That way we wouldn't have to worry about him suffering."

"..."

"..."

In the post-catastrophe era, people generally had shorter lives, their lifespan plummeting from an average of eighty years to forty or fifty. This wasn't just because resources were scarce, but also because of the lingering peril left behind by the Solar Eclipse Cataclysm.