In the evening, the radiant clouds were illuminated by the fiery light of the sky like a fiery cloud. It stretched out for a thousand miles, enveloping the entire world in a red halo.
The ground was suffused with the heat of the day, and every stone was exuding an astonishing amount of heat.
At night, however, they are colder than the polar ice.
This was the world of the new era. The difference in temperature between day and night was enormous, and it was constantly testing the living organisms' ability to survive.
He bandaged his combat suit and wrapped it around his arms. He did not want anyone to reach his arms that were as white as white jade. This made him seem a little out of the ordinary in this era where mutants were everywhere.
They arrived at the cemetery in the city of Rakhine with the golden-yellow wildflowers they had gathered from the wilderness.
Even though it was an ordinary wild flower, the roots were still slowly wiggling even though these things had left the soil.
They try to stick their young roots out of their bodies, trying to get them into their bodies to absorb blood for nourishment.
But every time it came into contact with the zero stopwatch, the roots would retract as if they had been electrocuted, and before long, they would resume their previous actions.
Mutated lifeforms in the deep sea, and a mutated plant in the wilderness.
All the species in the world, including humans, are desperately evolving in order to gain the right to exist.
Every time he went out into the wild to this stubborn wildflower, he felt an inexplicable fear.
In the turbulent years, would humans still be the leaders of all living things?
That's not necessarily true, right?
The cemetery was ghostly, and dozens or more of tombstones lined the gray landscape.
Although it was called a tombstone, it was actually a piece of wood that was only half a meter tall and as wide as a palm.
On the planks, too, the names of the dead were simply engraved, and luxurious tombstones like those of the old days, with photographs still on them, had always been enjoyed only by the great nobles.
As for commoners, in an era where resources were scarce, using a wooden board was already extravagant.
Leah's body had been cremated, and the ashes had been buried in the cemetery in Rough Reef through Masters.
But Leah's tombstone didn't have a name, just the letter "L" emblazoned symbolically with Leah's name.
If she couldn't be reborn after three years, her full name would be left on this tombstone.
Put the wildflowers in front of the grave, this is zero of the second woman in front of its flowers.
He thought of Rita, the woman who for the first time had made him feel so helpless before fate, her tragedy, not wanting to repeat it on Leah.
Victor had given him a hope, and though it was a remote hope, it was better than despair, wasn't it?
"Ready to depart?"
Victor's voice came from behind him. The doctor had brought two crosses from nowhere.
One lay in front of Leah's grave, and one belonged to his wife, Kaelyn.
The doctor smiled at her. "It will protect them."
"Thank you."
Zero said sincerely.
Then he said, "I have to leave tomorrow. Thank you for taking care of me."
For two months they had been at Victor's house, eating and drinking.
In addition, Victor checked his body every day to make sure his genes were stable.
He remembered this favor in his heart.
Victor waved his hand and said, "Don't be so polite, you've helped me a lot."
He turned to Kareen's tombstone and said nothing.
Zero left quietly, not bothering Victor and his wife.
At once he reached the tavern in the city of Angry Reef, and at once he, Thomas, procured a load of ammunition.
These include the m500's custom-made warhead, and tonight is the time of receipt.
The pub was still full of people, and the dance floor was still the most crowded place.
However, most of the people in and out of the tavern had already gotten to know zero after having been in the Angry Reef for the past two months.
Though far from being friendly, at least they would nod in greeting.
But after zero left, it wouldn't be long before they forgot zero.
The people of the new age are forgetful. People can die every day, so people don't have to bear too much sadness.
Masters occupied a corner of the bar, and it was always quiet where he was.
Zero walked over and sat down beside Masters.
Masters pushed over a bottle of wine without a word. "Old whiskey," he said.
"This is my personal treasure. Let me invite you to have a drink tonight as a farewell visit."
He drank it all in one gulp.
Mast's face was pained by the way he drank.
He took a deep drag on his cigar, seemingly regretting his decision to give this glass of wine to Zero.
The snake snapped its fingers and a moment later, someone walked over with a travel bag.
Masters picked up the bag and tossed it in front of the zero.
"Order 50 warheads, 600 sniper bullets, 00 armor-piercing bullets, and 2000 standardized bullets."
"Accompanying the gift, the microcomputer will charge a batch of 20 shards of hand grenades and you can click on them."
Masters said, pointing to the bag full of ammunition.
"No need, how much is it altogether?"
Zero asked.
Masters laughed, patted Zero's shoulder and shook his head, "No need, these are small gifts that I have personally given to you."
Lingcun said in a cold tone, "We aren't friends yet."
It was clear that he only accepted gifts from his friends, like Victor.
As for Masters, Zero thought it better to maintain the trader's character.
"Don't say that, man."
Masters tossed him a cigar and lowered his voice. "Listen, I know you're going to make a big deal."
In the future, there would be a lot of deals like this, at least eight million.
God, that's the biggest ambition I've ever heard.
But Zero, do you really know how to make money?
"Or rather, how can one maximize the benefits?"
Zero said nothing to Masters, who did not object, expressing his willingness to listen.
During the time he had known Zero, Masters had gotten into a bit of a temper. The local snake then said, "Listen bro, in this shitty era, the best way to earn money is through war."
Like the Dark Council, where do you think their blood riders go?
The Southwest Land, the Great Summer of the East Continent, the Divine State of the West Continent, and even the Expedition of Asmo the Polar Lands.
"It's war, the Blood Cavalry soldiers are fighting from all sides to snatch resources. All of them are earning a lot of money."
"Of course, we can't compare to these big shots."
But like you, you want to get into trouble with a tycoon, and here I'll presume you've succeeded in beating up Parkland.
And then what?
They'll give you money, that's for sure, but believe me, it won't be much.
To keep a chaebol going, they wouldn't have so much cash at base camp, so much money invested in projects and bases.
Then what did you get? Probably hundreds of thousands of dollars in cash.
Of course, you can threaten them with your resources, including weapons, potions, mining, and even bases.
But these things, can you turn them into money? "
"You mean, when I get these things, I can let you deal with them?"
Slamming his shoulder, Masters nodded. "That's it, man."
I'll be your agent, and you can give me what you have, and I'll turn it into money.
Of course, I'll charge a fee.
But at the same time, I'll give you some information for free, and I don't think a Parkland will satisfy you.
And I have more information on the chaebol.
"It's for mutual benefit, man, and you'll find me a very competent agent."