Lin An stared blankly at the uneasy children who were whispering around him, and his chapped lips subconsciously opened slightly.
He could tell that these strange children seemed to be worried about his physical condition, or in other words, they were cautiously eager to see what he could do.
He didn't speak not because he didn't understand, but because he suddenly encountered such a situation and had too many things to think about at the same time.
Without the support of his mental power, his head seemed to explode if he thought a little too fast at this moment.
System function disappears and has no power
Doesn't that mean that he doesn't even have the ability to contact anyone now?
It is even said that including opening the space ring
Turning his head with difficulty, Lin An subconsciously looked at himself.
All the equipment on his body seemed to have disappeared. The armor, mask, and suit that were originally ferocious and seemed to be full of powerful aura had now turned into ordinary ordinary clothes.
Perhaps it was difficult for these children to drag him back.
He was wet all over and his clothes were covered with mud and blood clots.
The only thing left is the ring of doom that is dim and dull, like a cheap gesture.
“Sure enough, I can’t open the ring.”
With a bitter smile in his heart, Lin An felt the strong sense of hunger in his belly. For the first time, or in a long time, Lin An felt powerless. He never thought that one day he would be able to taste the feeling of hunger again.
And in his ring, there is enough system "food" that can supply more than tens of thousands of awakened people for a week.
"Restart to escape system erasure"
"So, is it the Savior System that forcibly hid all my power, just like feigning death to deceive the Doomsday System?"
"The missing equipment should have been stored in the ring."
"In order to avoid being discovered by the system to the greatest extent, am I now considered a black account?"
Trying to recall the last message left by the Savior system.
Lin An's mouth was filled with bitterness. He could feel that the final performance of the savior system was like a hamster caught by a human while stealing food. After being stepped on and almost dead, it desperately dragged the small package around to escape.
But now, he and the Savior System can only hide in a dark corner, waiting for the owner of the room to "forget" them.
"It takes a thousand hours to restart, and it takes about a month to regain strength? But my current physical fitness"
He didn't even have the strength to clench his fist. As soon as he exerted his strength, Lin An felt heartbreaking pain all over his body.
Damn it
In this physical condition, it is simply hell to survive in the apocalypse.
It doesn’t take any third-order or fourth-order mutants to kill him. If a few zombies rush in at random, he may be eaten alive! He is even weaker than Wen Ya at that time!
"Andu!? Ishegogtobeeazobie!? (Anduin, is he going to become a zombie!?)"
Just when Lin An was struggling to sit up and check the specific situation around him.
Perhaps his too stiff movements made him look like he had transformed into a zombie. As soon as he stood up, the little boy wearing a yellow lamp hat surrounding him screamed in surprise.
Amidst the panic of a group of children, a slightly taller, blond boy with a seventy-year-old appearance suddenly picked up the iron fork in the corner and rushed towards Lin An with a serious look on his face.
"Get out of the way! I'll kill him!"
"wait!! (wait!)"
Looking at the boy who was rushing towards him, as if he was afraid of his transformation into a corpse, Lin An waved his hands with difficulty and made a hoarse voice to indicate that he was not a zombie.
have no choice.
If the other party really gives him a fork, he will most likely die.
He can understand English. Although there is no systematic translation, he has memorized a lot of messy things as early as the third level. Especially in order to read foreign literature and better understand the notes left by the "Day Walker".
At a learning rate that exceeds the limit of ordinary people, Lin An's mastery is not bad. It's just that he is not very proficient in the accent.
"Are you okay!?"
"Then us"
The forward pace suddenly stopped.
The young man who rushed over seemed to be the leader of this group of children.
Looking at Lin An, who had a wry smile on his face and spoke hoarsely to him, he put down the fork in his hand with an embarrassed look. He calmed down after a little panic, and then seemed to want to ask Lin An if he wanted to eat.
"Tick tock tick"
Dirty, smelly, slightly corrosive acid rain falls from the iron shed.
Leaning next to a relatively dry firewood pile, Lin An held an iron box in his hand and carefully drank the mushy porridge inside.
The iron box smelled of machine oil, and the dark paste in the "bowl" that served as a lunch box tasted like the roots of some kind of plant mixed with slightly moldy cereal.
With such food in Long An, even the survivors outside the city would not be so poorly fed. But for Lin An, who was in desperate need of energy, he did not waste every bite.
"Even in the worst time in my previous life, I wouldn't have eaten this."
"At least you can hide in the suburbs and find some expired cans."
He raised his head and drank the last sip. After Lin An put down the iron box, he immediately saw the children squatting on the ground, who seemed to be very greedy for the paste in his hand.
Their throats were throbbing, and many of the younger ones were biting their dirty fingers and swallowing saliva.
Seeing this scene, Lin An immediately realized that the situation of these children seemed to be very bad.
The crackling bonfire brought a touch of warmth, and the firelight shone on the children's faces, making them a little dim.
"It should be from abroad that I look at my facial features. Although my face is sallow and my skin is yellow, I can tell that he is Caucasian."
"Nordic Europe? English-speaking countries? Maybe North America."
"Mining hat, engine oil smell, shoes and fingers under feet are badly worn, seems to be in a mine or factory."
Just like these children who want to say something but dare not say it, so they can only wait for him to finish drinking.
Lin An was also observing them and observing his own situation.
If nothing unexpected happened, he should have been transported to the European and American war zones in the space turbulence, or possibly the North American war zones. After landing in a wild location, he was dragged back by these children.
However, due to his extremely keen observation, Lin An could clearly feel that the eyes of these children always looked at him with a cautious desire.
"Thanks."
After feeling a little strength rising in his body, Lin An looked seriously at these children who were only fourteen or fifteen years old.
The thanks are sincere. If he had not been brought back or met other survivors, he might have become a piece of meat in the belly of the zombies.
"You really should thank us."
Unexpectedly, as Lin An spoke first, the boy who looked like the "leader" of the team. The boy who almost killed Lin An with a fork before walked over quickly, then squatted in front of Lin An, looking at him carefully.
.
"If the little monkey hadn't discovered you, you would have been eaten by zombies in a few minutes."
"It took a lot of effort to drag you back."
"So, you owe us your life."
"That bowl of porridge is my ration, so you alone owe me your life."
Touching the dagger on his waist, the young Anduin seemed not very good at communicating with others. He looked at Lin An with some vigilance and some hope, and spoke seriously.
Hearing the young man's unkind words, Lin An was slightly startled, then smiled nonchalantly and nodded.
The young man spoke very straightforwardly, but he did save him. He would naturally remember this feeling.
Seeing Lin An's acquiescence, the young man seemed to be relieved, and then asked nervously:
"Are you the Awakened One?"
"If so, is it the first order instead of the second order?"
"I saw you fall from the sky! It's impossible for ordinary people to fall from the sky!"
"Is it just the power you have? Are you hiding it? Or is your body still not recovered?"
Listening to the boy's questions one after another, it was obvious that he was concerned about whether he was an awakened person.
Lin An hesitated for a moment, as if thinking of something, and asked softly:
"You guys seem to have run into some trouble?"
A group of children, the oldest is no more than 17 or 18 years old.
Although he had no mental perception, with his own judgment, Lin An could tell at a glance that these children were in a very bad situation, and there was not a single one who was suspected of being awakened.
It was obvious to the man that since the other party cared so much about his identity, it was only possible that he had run into trouble that needed to be solved by the awakened person.
