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Cold, icy.
As if the entire body was in a world of ice and snow, no object with temperature could bring any warmth to Soma.
Even other parts of the body cannot feel its existence.
My eyelids felt as heavy as lead.
"Am I dead..."
"So this is what death feels like!"
Sumo thought he should be dead.
After ten years of sacrificing his brothers one by one through life and death, he finally fell into the hands of an increasingly powerful mutant beast.
Ten years ago, when the first light of evolution shone on the earth, mutation began.
Dead humans turned into movie zombies.
For five years, when all humans were able to survive in the hands of zombies, they discovered something even more horrifying.
The beasts in the wild are more terrifying than zombies. They have evolved into bloodthirsty mutant beasts.
Mutated beasts have extremely strong reproductive capabilities, especially low-level mutant beasts. Hundreds of mutant beasts can be born in one litter.
Wherever they exist, countless shelters built by humans have been breached one after another.
Thinking of this, Sumo couldn't help but feel a little sad.
The shelter he was in was built by "Ten Fists", one of the top ten powerful men in China.
As the warrior with the strongest attack power, Somo never saw any of his ten punches used until his death.
But anyone who is not blind can see the two mutant beasts towering into the clouds outside the city.
The tenth-level mutant beasts "Cangjin Demon Ape" and "Sea-winged Roc".
Somo's thoughts continued to expand, but a moist, warm, incredible warmth began to spread slowly over his body.
At first, this feeling was just faint and slight, hard to capture, but gradually, the sensory stimulation began to become clearer and clearer.
Is this what it feels like to be dead?
seem!
It's not that unacceptable.
Even, it's crispy and tingling, and a little comfortable.
The restoration of the sense of touch is like a dry canal being reintroduced into living water. It is a step-by-step process from nourishing the cracked land to moistening and then storing water.
As all of this unfolded, Soma became more and more sensitive to the outside world.
He could feel his hands, his feet, and his eyelids becoming more and more relaxed.
A strange thought began to emerge from his consciousness.
Sumo began to doubt.
Own?
Really dead?
Could it be that the pain caused by the moment of being bitten to death by the mutated beast was not real?
No one knows what the world after death is like. Even the top ten strongest men do not have the ability to be resurrected. More, it is just everyone's imagination about the world after death.
After all, a dead person cannot stand up and give a speech about how wonderful the world is after death.
Somo started to try to do something, and the first thing he did was to open his eyes.
At this time, he felt like a foolish old man moving mountains. On one side, the sensations in various parts of his body were rapidly recovering, and on the other side, his eyelids seemed to be stuck, and he could not open them no matter what.
It was as if I had fallen into a state of being overwhelmed by ghosts and wanted to resist, but I could only resist silently.
In this state, time seems to have become a non-existent concept.
Except for the sound that gradually became clearer in the void.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom, boom, boom!
The sound of drums getting stronger and stronger began to appear in Somo's ears. As the sound of the drums reached its peak, the world in front of him suddenly became brighter.
car?
How could there be such a broken car?
The perspective is very strange, not looking at the car from the outside world, but looking around inside the car from a God's perspective.
What comes into view is the cracked seat leather, with cracks full of age and filled with fine dust.
On the center console from the seat up, the steering wheel has disappeared, leaving only a bare control lever, which seems to be a protest to the outside world.
What kind of unscrupulous person even stole a steering wheel!
When this strange idea appeared in his mind, Sumo laughed to himself.
Am I crazy?
Even if a person has died once, his years of materialistic thinking should not have such nonsensical thoughts in his mind.
Unfortunately, the graceful process of constantly going in and out of the rear tailgate, feeling the warmth disappear and reappear, made Sumo have to believe that he was indeed restricted.
"The Tinder system is successfully bound, currently bound to - van (extremely dilapidated)"
"Detecting available devices"
"Tires (three missing and one punctured) are in urgent need of repair by the host."
"The center console (the steering wheel is missing, the air conditioner is 91% damaged, the radio is 42% damaged, and the instrument panel is 99% damaged), in urgent need of repair by the host"
"The car body (the rear door is missing, the chassis is 72% damaged, the door is 41% damaged, and the front windshield is missing.), urgently needed to be repaired by the host."
"Power system (the engine is 80% damaged..., urgently needed to be repaired by the host)"
"Electrical equipment (spark plugs, high-voltage wires, distributors, batteries. 80% damaged, urgently needed to be repaired by the host)"
"Successfully killed level 0 zombies and obtained 10 energy points"
"Currently available energy points 10"
Like the beeping sound of penguins bringing messages in the previous civilization, a mechanical sound without any emotion appeared in Somo's mind.
Along with the mechanical sound, what also appeared in front of Sumo's eyes was a display screen emitting an orange-yellow light.
The appearance of the screen woke up Sumo who was stunned.
The next moment, Sumo, who was in the car, started to operate wildly.
Wherever you can order, order wherever you can!
After a long while, looking at the screen that disappeared in front of me, an invisible smile appeared at the corner of my mouth, and as time went by, the smile turned into a wild laugh.
I, Soma, a sixth-level warrior in my previous life, are indeed dead.
But now, he survived in another incredible way and returned to the first year of the apocalypse when the apocalypse just started.
Now, like zombies, he is difficult to define using human concepts.
Perhaps, he should be called a product of the civilized era - "van"!
The Fire System comes from the distant Cybertron galaxy, and is attracted to Earth by the light of evolution.
But unfortunately, it fell into the ocean, and as time passed, it came to the body of a sixth-order sea beast.
After the sixth-order sea beast killed Soma in a sneak attack, the fire fragment also began to merge with Soma.
The power was so powerful that even Soma in his prime could not accept it, let alone him who only had one head left.
In desperation, the fire fragments exploded with energy, and by chance passed through the wormhole, bringing Somo's consciousness to the first year of the apocalypse.
The consciousness could not be possessed, and the energy of the fire fragment was about to disappear. With no choice, it fell into this dilapidated van, and a series of incredible changes occurred.
Now, this dilapidated van is Somo's body!
Looking affectionately at the center console without the steering wheel, Sumo sat down on the rotten leather chair with a sense of ceremony.
"The end of the dog day, I'm back again"
The grievances he suffered in his previous life, the mysterious disappearance of his parents and sister, and the deaths of his teammates and brothers all made him, who was over 30 years old, break down and want to commit suicide for countless late nights.
But now, God has given him another chance to reverse all these tragedies.
Although now he is just a van that is too old to be broken down anymore.
Ideal is full, the reality is very skinny.
After Sumo calmed down from the excitement, he began to take a good look at his "body"!
Strange thoughts appeared in Sumo's mind, but the next second, a chilling feeling appeared in his heart.
It was like a cold wind blowing on my naked back.
I looked back subconsciously.
The rear door of the dilapidated car was bare at this time. In the large interior space, only two seats were left reclining in the car. The cold winter wind brought snow and blew in through the rear door.
, fell on the seat.
White snow has covered the ground surface, and the whole world seems to have turned into Andersen's fairy tale world, quiet and beautiful.
But the next moment, Sumo couldn't remain calm.
Familiar red eyes appeared less than ten meters away from the alley.
Sumo has been dealing with these eyes for ten years.
They were once compatriots!
They were once humans too!
But now, they can only be called "zombie".
The zombies appeared, and with limping movements, they slowly came towards where Somo was.
fighting!
The first thought that appeared in Soma's consciousness was not to escape.
As a veteran soldier who has been fighting for ten years in the last days, he was confident that with the weapons at his disposal, he could kill this limping poor man within two breaths.
But even without weapons, he was confident that he could kill him with his fists.
In the sanctuary of Ten Fists, everyone is martial and believes that fists are weapons that humans can trust.
From fifty-year-old men to five-year-old children, everyone is practicing the Ten Fists Sutra!
Zombies are close!
Although it was limping, the zombie's mobility allowed him to walk over firmly.
Huh?
Seeing the wandering eyes of the zombies, even though Somo had killed countless people, his heart stopped and he was stunned.
Today, he unexpectedly didn't see the bloodthirsty look in the zombie's eyes.
It can even be said that this zombie completely ignored his existence.
underestimate me?
A nameless anger appeared in Somo's heart. People who have died once have lost their respect for death.
Now I see a zombie with less than 5 combat power dare to ignore me.
As a veteran warrior, Sumo decided to take the initiative.
Seeing that the zombies that had already reached the tailgate were not flashy, Sumo punched them out with a powerful straight punch.
But just as the fist was about to exit the tailgate of the car, a yellow stream of light flashed past, and the fist was punched out, but it disappeared.
Compared with the disappearing fist, the touch of the fist also disappears.
This feeling of body disappearing made people's scalp numb. The next second, Somo quickly tried to stretch his arm back.
He had already lost his fist, but he couldn't afford to lose this arm again.
The moment the arm pulled away, the warm feeling in the fist reappeared, as if it had never disappeared.
ha?
Before Sumo could be shocked by this strange change, something even more surprising happened.
The lame zombie seemed to be blind and did not see Somo in the car. He crossed the tailgate and continued walking forward.
The weirdness of the zombies and the physical changes caused Sumo's brain to shut down instantly after nine years of compulsory education.
But a burst of pain from the front of his thigh awoke Somo from his wild thoughts.
Subconsciously, Somo turned his head and looked towards the front of the car.
A staggering figure stood up unsteadily while holding on to the car.
Was it a lame zombie? Did he fall? Hit a car?
A pain came again, and the lame zombie slipped and fell at the diagonal next to the car again.
But this time, it didn't stand up. The sharp bevel of the wheel penetrated half of the zombie's face, and black blood dripped along the frame of the missing wheel.
The zombie slipped and died in front of the car.
With the passage of time and various evidences, a strange idea appeared in Somo's mind.
I became this "broken" car?
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This chapter has been completed!