Chapter 1 Allen.

The shadow is so vast, almost spanning the entire horizon. It moves forward at a slow but steady pace, casting a shadow over a floating island comparable in size to the state of Texas, one of humanity's greatest creations after the Dawn War. Babylon Floating Island is powered by cubic energy and orbits the planet in a predetermined trajectory, much like a low-earth satellite.

The man muttered under his breath, "Damn it, there are more and more dangerous species."

However, the angry shout not only did not have any effect, but instead made the laughter of the two people even louder. Just as Uz was about to take action, a woman's piercing scream rang out from the town. Upon hearing this scream, the three hunters all looked towards the town. The black man sighed, "I don't know which lucky bastard could have landed Lanny. But that son of a bitch actually abandoned a woman like that, he really isn't a man!"

Fate always likes to leave a small surprise when people least expect it.

Surviving humans refer to these creatures as "dangerous species".

This is not the worst, Paige. The biggest problem is that our boss Uz seems to have not even kissed Lanny's lips, yet she is about to give birth.

Production is so difficult, but this is only the first hurdle that the new life has to overcome. Fortunately, this little life has a strong mother. With a desperate cry, the new life is finally born successfully.

The sky is getting dark, and night falls.

Dawn of the year 423.

In a corner of this land, a stone moved and a scorpion with a head and tail nearly a meter long crawled out from under it. After the dawn battle, 50% of the species that had previously existed on Earth had disappeared completely. However, the majority of those that remained had already evolved into highly dangerous creatures.

Just like five years ago, Uz, dressed in denim attire, emerged from the shadows holding a shotgun. He had a cigarette in his mouth, which was almost burnt out. Uz flicked the cigarette butt upwards and said in a deep voice, "Get out of here, all of you!"

The boy's bright red eyes turned and he blurted out, "I will run away, then when I grow up and become stronger, I will come back and make him regret it!"

In the June of the year 423 of the Dawn Calendar, Eren was born. The first image he remembered was his mother's beautiful yet exhausted face. However, what people remembered was a crying baby, but no one knew. Eren, who had just been born, already possessed memories!

That, I suddenly remembered that Bige has something to discuss with me, so I'll leave first.

He smiled.

In a decent tin house located in the town center, several middle-aged women are pacing around a bed.

The hunter playing with the knife looked at the cowboy and said in a deep voice, "What's your plan, Uz? Lanny is no longer a girl, but a mother."

Uz's face immediately became awkward. When Lanny turned around, he forced a smile and said, "I only taught him some self-defense techniques, really."

Uz blew a whistle: "Not bad, Allen. That little guy, Mos, seems to be one year older than you."

At the dawn of the year 428, on the last Saturday of autumn, the sound of clanging echoed through the small town.

Until evening, the floating island of Babylon became a silhouette in the distant sky. At this time, the Gobi Desert became lively again. Some dangerous species, such as scorpions, gradually moved towards the western edge of the Gobi, where there was a small town where people made a living by mining. In the eyes of dangerous species, humans are nothing but food.

The cowboy fled in despair, watching the man's back. Lanny shook her head and said, "Come on, it's time for us to eat."

Under the threat of firearms, several men gradually retreated and disappeared into the alley. Only then did Uz put away his gun and walked towards the woman, saying, "I came back just in time, Lanny."

Several women next to them were discussing until they were silenced by a glare from the woman with short hair. The woman with short hair said softly, "Lanny, he is your son. Have you thought of a name for him?"

Lanny gave Uz a displeased look, and the latter obediently shut his mouth. Lanny sighed and stroked the child's hair, saying, "Alan, not everything can be solved with fists. Besides, you will always encounter someone you can't beat. What will you do then?"

The boy has a childish face, but already has sharp features that can be imagined to become a handsome man when he grows up. However, there is a small bruise on his cheek right now, which makes Lanny furrow her brow and ask, "What happened?"

When the baby heard the mother's voice, the expression on the baby's face slightly stiffened. Then, the baby turned its head and looked at the woman who gave birth to it. Finally, the tightly pursed lips formed a curve.

A man wearing a cowboy hat and a patched plaid shirt. He is wearing faded jeans with multiple worn spots, and his legs are tucked into oil-stained cowboy boots. He is in the prime of his life, with gray-blue eyes, and his sharply defined face is surrounded by a circle of steel-like blue beard.

The scorpion is searching for food, when suddenly a massive and eerie aura rises from the distance. This aura is so immense, as if a mountain range is looming. The scorpion looks up and sees a shadow creeping towards it.

For God's sake, please open wider.

The young mother nodded and looked at the baby, her eyes filled with complex emotions, but she spoke softly like the wind, "Alan, his name is Alan."

Seeing this tender smile, the mother felt the flames in her heart seemed to have subsided a lot.

The black man patted his head and laughed, saying, "Oh, I almost forgot that Lani seems to be giving birth tonight."

The first Sunday of June, the black and yellow earth was silent.

On the outskirts of the town, there is a circle of wire mesh and a wooden fence with sharpened ends. They can effectively prevent some low-level dangerous species from entering the town. At night, three to five hunters act as guards, holding torches and guarding the town's exit.

A trace of panic flashed in the boy's eyes, then he looked at Uz for help. Uz smiled and shrugged, indicating his helplessness. The boy could only bite his lip and said, "Today, the neighbor Mos called me a white-haired pig, so I..."

In the alley, the woman has already noticed the follower behind her. She quickened her pace, and just as a few men were about to make a move, a double-barreled shotgun suddenly emerged from the shadows of the corner, its dark barrel immediately silencing them.

The world is still moving forward at its own pace, with the gears of time tightly turning. The privileged citizens on the floating island of Babylon are still seeking pleasure and having fun. Just after being elected as the new president, Mobit has just finished a celebratory feast. Meanwhile, in an inconspicuous corner on the surface, an extraordinary life is about to be born.

A woman lifted her veil, revealing a beautiful face. She sighed softly and said, "I owe you another favor."

Come, let me help you carry it. It looks heavy enough.

To be precise, he is 13 months older than me!" the boy corrected.

Give it up, Uz. You are the best hunter in our town. The more dangerous the prey, the more money you make, right? I think you are secretly enjoying it. A bald black man joked, with his left eye covered by an eye patch and a mechanical prosthetic on his right ankle. He carried a second-hand submachine gun on his back, which, in terms of power, surpassed the shotgun in the hands of a cowboy.

No matter who she is, I will take care of her!

The cowboy took the bag from Lanny's hand and walked back to their home in the town. It was a tin house, simple but sturdy enough to withstand the winter snow. As soon as they entered the house, a small figure rushed into Lanny's arms. Lanny crouched down and picked him up. In the light, there was a five-year-old child, but he looked stronger than other children of the same age.

Then, with a proud expression, he said, "But Mom, there still isn't anyone I can't beat. The things Uncle Uz taught me are just too effective."

The town is small, with only a few hundred residents. The houses are simple and crude, with the most luxurious being the iron sheds that can block wind and rain. Most of the houses are makeshift bungalows constructed with wooden boards and rusty iron sheets.

Don't be like this. I was hoping to receive your free treatment when I get injured. Uz pointed his gun at the cowboy hat and revealed a cheerful smile.

Then, a loud and slightly mocking laughter rang out at the entrance of the town, followed by the angry voice of Uz echoing in the night sky: "God above, if you don't shut up, I'll use this gun to blow your asses and eyes to pieces!"

With rare ash-gray short hair, under the reflection of the light, the gray hair shines and flows elegantly, like millions of fireflies.

Yes, that's it. Use the strength of your abdomen, miss!

He glanced at Lanny, who had a stern expression. The boy continued, "So I punched him in the nose, and then he pushed me down to the ground, accidentally causing me to hit my head. But don't worry, Mom, I took care of that guy. He definitely won't dare to insult me again."

That was a gathering place for buying winter supplies. When a woman walked into a narrow alley carrying large bags of food, several men sitting at the street corner nodded and followed her.

Put in more effort, Lanny. I can already see his little head.

"Shut up, Bixi. I'm serious," the cowboy said somewhat annoyed.

Look, it's a boy. A woman with short hair cut wrapped the baby in a tattered blanket and placed him in front of the mother's bed.

The night is not necessarily completely dark in the wilderness outside the small town. Blue, green, and red strange fluorescences are swimming around. Suddenly, a rough gunshot sounded from the town entrance. The sound of gunpowder firearms echoed in the night wilderness, so there were fewer fluorescences wandering in the dark night.

The young mother looked wearily at her own flesh and blood, whose small face was still stained with blood. His long and straight nose and big bright red eyes were curiously taking in this unfamiliar world. His lips were tightly pursed into a sharp line, with a hint of stubbornness. Unlike other newborns, he was quiet to the point of being eerie, not crying or fussing.

After you, Begg, don't provoke Uzz anymore, he's not in a good mood right now. The last hunter, wearing a miner's cap on his head and a leather jacket on his body, looks a bit out of place. He played with a dagger in his hand, and the dagger seemed to be spiritual, spinning lightly between his fingers, reflecting circles of orange light in the darkness.

In the dark night, by the town's entrance, a faint sigh seemed to drift away with the wind.