Chapter 001: Awakening

However, this time, an unexpected event occurred

Haha, Hans. Aren't you the type who would even go for men when you're desperate? I've heard that the thirteen-year-old from the Lumba family was once involved with you

To be honest, he could not remember. However, he noticed that on this object resembling a hibernation pod, there were the words "ZERO"

The face is unclear, yet a pair of clear eyes shines through. In those gentle, water-like eyes, whose figure is reflected?

Anyone can see that this micro submachine gun could instantly turn Hans's head into a beehive

The gun barrel slowly moved away from Hans's chin. The latter's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, while several miners rushed over to pull him down.

He sat up straight, the submachine gun resting beside his thigh. However, the muzzle was still directed at the crowd, maintaining a posture that allowed him to fire at any moment

A cacophony of sounds came from behind the white man, and he glanced past the "hostage" in his hands. There were a dozen or so men dressed as miners, with skin tones ranging from black to white, and even two of Asian descent. They held weapons in their hands, if tools like shovels and hammers could be considered weapons. Undoubtedly, they aimed these implements of potential violence at him

A signal was immediately sent from the depths of consciousness, and dozens of data points were instantly transmitted throughout the body. The body, which had been in deep slumber for an unknown duration, imparted a rust-like sensation, yet the movements were only about 5 percent slower than in its prime. The body first shifted sideways by thirty centimeters, then suddenly sat up, instinctively reaching to the right, where a cold metallic sensation was felt.

In the dream, he softly called out a name, but there was no response

Zero... Old Jack muttered this simple name, while noticing that the man named Zero had a pair of differently colored eyes

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The left eye is pitch black, indistinguishable from that of an ordinary person of East Asian descent

As before, the dream gradually faded like a bubble, and he was about to fall into a deep sleep of unknown duration.

... ... Damn it ... ... I thought I could discover some treasure, but it turns out to be a filthy man!

He spoke up, his voice soft yet slightly hoarse, saying: "How can I trust you and the illustrations?"

... ... fool ... ... you must come back alive ... ...

This person clearly belongs to a distinctly different class from the miners

A burst of unbearable laughter erupted

Give me an appropriate distance, even the gods can be slain! ーー Warlord · Zero

The old man, with a pipe in his mouth, had eyes that sparkled with the glint of a venomous snake, darting back and forth between him and Hans. Finally, he spoke in a deep voice: "Let him go, survivor. You know how to use a gun, which is good; it shows you are a warrior. Old Jack is in need of talents like you, warriors like you have no need to bicker with dogs like Hans, do you"

... ... Unless ... ... you bring nine hundred and ninety-nine roses ... ... then I might reluctantly marry you ... ... Hahaha ... ...

However, his right eye is a dazzling gold. It resembles the eye of a dragon, as if the iris is coated in gold, yet it is adorned with silver patterns. Just like his origins, it exudes an air of mystery.

Despite having a gun pressed against his chin, a look of resentment flashed in Hans's eyes

Old Jack blew out a smoke ring and leisurely said to the picture book: "In this base, I am God. No one dares to defy my voice, so rest assured, these bastards won't dare to trouble you. Moreover, you have a gun in your hand. Although it is an old era submachine gun, it is sufficient to kill anyone, including me."

Oh my, he has awakened

Hahaha ... ... Come chase me ... ...

With the gun barrel pressed against him, Hans was drenched in sweat. What was infuriating was that he dared not even move, let alone change his posture to stand more comfortably. Such actions could lead to misunderstandings from the other party, and in the next moment, hundreds of bullets would turn his head into a burst balloon

Shut up! Be careful, or I will stab your rear end. However, this kid looks quite handsome. I haven't dealt with a pretty boy from the old days, perhaps today I can have a little fun.

After this standoff lasted for one minute, Hans's legs began to tremble. Just as the situation was about to spiral out of control, a commotion arose in the crowd, and the various ethnic groups surrounding him stepped aside, allowing an old man to walk in.

The sound of laughter, like silver bells, echoes in the dream, gentle and joyful

hetushu.com.com `` What? Are you going to propose to me when you come back? I ... I never said I wanted to marry you ... ''

Old Jack, however, seemed oblivious to the machine gun. He walked up, took out his pipe, and asked: "Welcome to the era of the apocalypse. Nevertheless, life must go on. So, would you mind telling me your name, survivor?"

After a brief moment of discomfort, his vision gradually focused, and he saw a lewd face. Judging by the brown hair and pale skin, the individual appeared to be Caucasian. At that moment, the owner of this face had his chin pressed against a shiny black gun barrel, his eyes reflecting a complex mix of fear and anger.

This is a question without an answer, yet even in contemplation, his hand remained as steadfast as if cast in iron, gripping the miniature automatic rifle, the dark barrel having not moved even a millimeter.

Perhaps I am a soldier myself? Maybe!

"However, if you were to kill us all, there would be no one left to inform survivors like you what the world has become," Old Jack added

The dream resembles a faded old photograph, shrouded in a yellowish hue

Amidst the sound of laughter, he suddenly felt something touch his body

Then, he raised his head and spoke the name that would be recited by countless people: "My name is ... ... Zero ... ... "

He raised his arm, pushing the cold and heavy object upward. It was not until he felt the tangible sensation of the object that he slowly opened his eyes

He was wearing a tattered leather jacket, underneath which was a gray-blue woolen checkered shirt. His lower half consisted of a pair of oil-stained jeans, and on his feet were a pair of black military boots. This combination was certainly mismatched, but compared to the miners in ragged clothing, it was a world apart

The swaying white figure, like a lily in the wind, is so delicate that it evokes a sense of tenderness.

In the hazy twilight, he seemed to hear some other sounds

He remained silent, unable to organize the chaotic images in his mind into something called memory. He did not know where he was, who he was facing, and even more so, he could not remember who he was. Faintly, images of a figure in a crisp military uniform flashed through his mind.

Hey, kid. Let go of Hans quickly, or we will not be polite to you