Echoes of the Wasteland Echo Chapter 17: The Diary of a Serious Man Wright walked home from the Socratic Security Force and did not feel sleepy at all. Even the completely dark night after twelve o'clock could not make him feel sleepy at all.
drowsiness.
Walking along the empty streets of Sogra's Z district, walking through the stinking ditches that still smelled bad, Wright finally climbed up the closed space on the wooden stairs that seemed likely to disintegrate at any time.
It was still a shuddering darkness here. Since the security team had taken away all the materials used to make hot pot, including the aluminum pot, Wright could no longer hold back his suppressed emotions and cursed:
"Damn it, are those guys from the Sogra security team robbers? They want to rob so many ingredients! And they say it's for investigation? Eating some hot pot can actually be related to the ceremony! The same goes for that old man George, who asked me to go to such a dangerous Shenhe.
On the frontier of the highlands, you know that I had just returned from an injury in a mission in the outer area, and he was not worried at all. These barbarians are lying on their bodies! If we really encounter unintentional people, Brett and I will definitely rush to the front. They are a bunch of Soviets.
Traitor of the Guerra people, scumbag!"
Wright said, unable to suppress the anger that came from his heart and fast-running blood, he swung his fist and hit the dim and dirty wall.
bump!
A dull sound passed through Wright's ears, and immediately after, two streaks of dark red blood began to emerge from the top of his fist.
The blood seemed to be imprisoned ghosts, constantly escaping out along the wound.
At this moment, Wright seemed to have forgotten the pain. Looking at his blood that had begun to condense into jelly, a strange feeling of longing surged in his heart.
As his blood flowed and his blood pressure increased, his eyes began to slowly turn red, like a vampire in the dark.
Then, a strong male voice came out of his mind:
"Are you eager? Is it delicious? Go and try it. The power of bright red will guide you to become stronger. As long as you swallow the blood, you can gain the power of red and control this wonderful wasteland world. Yes, lower your head. Yes
, lick them slowly. As long as you accept the guidance of the gods, you will become extremely powerful."
Following the guidance of the inexplicable voice in his mind, Wright actually began to lower his head slightly and curl up his body.
Looking at the blood in his hands, he felt an overwhelming desire in his heart, as if the blood could really bring him strength.
Such bright red blood is like a sweet and delicious fruit, so bright and red...
Just as he stretched out the tip of his white tongue to lick it, the red light in his eyes flashed strangely.
Immediately afterwards, he felt a coldness that was like being in a frozen realm running through his body. Under the stimulation of the cold, Wright shook his body suddenly and woke up.
"What's happening here?"
Wright gasped for air and stared ferociously at the bright red wound on his hand.
I actually lost my mind for a moment? What kind of power is misleading me? Does it mean that my spirit has been contaminated by some kind of power? Or is there a strange power that has been guiding me?
terrible!
After coming back to his senses, Wright looked around in horror. It was still the dark attic, the same pile of useless machinery, a dark table and an abandoned fireplace that he had half dismantled.
The only abnormal thing is that at this moment, his left hand is actually holding a dirt-stained "Wild Bear" pistol, pointing it at his temple!
It was exactly the one that was on the table when I first traveled to this world!
"How could this happen?" Wright was startled and quickly dropped the pistol on the ground.
The crisp sound caused by the collision of metal and floor turned out to be so weird in the dim environment.
After washing the bloody wound with some water collected earlier, Wright used a match to light the kerosene lamp that had not been used for a long time.
The dim aura dispelled some of the fear caused by the darkness, and Wright finally felt slightly relaxed.
He thought carefully about his strange actions and the strange sounds he heard just now, trying not to miss any detail.
"The information that is known now is that he is a member of the Sogra City Guard and has just been transferred from the outer area to the inner city. His immediate boss, Captain De, has died under the attack of the Lost, and another boss
General George, on the other hand, sent a mission to the silent highlands outside Sogra after telling him a lot of information that he could not understand."
While thinking this way, Wright followed the memory fragments and pulled out a small notebook from the second layer of the dark table.
Although serious people don't often keep diaries, Wright still needs to record what he saw and heard during these three days in the city of Sucra. This can help him if he suffers from mental confusion or loses some important memories.
Recover lost souls from pain.
Immediately afterwards, he didn't pay attention to the scar on his right hand. After dipping a dip pen in some ink, he recorded:
"This world is a wasteland. Due to the spread of viruses and mysterious powers caused by the war before the New Era, most of the human race have become careless people, and those who come into contact with the mysterious and demonic power have the possibility of evolving into the Lost.
But according to the lost people we have seen, their spirits seem to have been contaminated in some way, but their physical strength is much greater than that of ordinary people, and they control the power to become monsters.
This world should correspond to the technological level of that world before World War I. Machinery mainly uses fossil fuels, and there is no or little electricity. The place I am located in is located in the western part of the continent, a federation called the Zine Empire. Socra
It is the federal capital and largest city. The city's structure and system are relatively complete, and some areas have even restored a living atmosphere similar to that of European countries in the nineteenth century.
The city is managed by the Socra Committee, which consists of the Socra Army, the Socra Guard and the Socra Security Team, and the city is divided into residential areas, commercial areas, industrial areas and mixed use areas. Due to the existence of the dome, there is no war in the Socra city.
, but the battle situation and brutality in the outer area cannot be known and need to be explored.”
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Wright said, put a question mark after "exploration", and then wrote:
"The mysterious things in the wasteland world are divided into two types. One type is the Wuxin and the Lost who openly fight against humans. The Wuxin, as the name suggests, has a mechanical core that is either blue or red in its heart.
After the infection, the blood in the body is replaced by a red liquid called caustic fluid. It is very hot and contagious. The specific use is not yet known.
The Lost Ones are infected people who look like monsters. They can communicate with humans normally, may have intelligence, and may have formed a civilization. Others are unknown.
This world also has a magic-like operating system. People who believe in magic will seize magic power from the world. This power has five basic attributes and three upper-level attributes. Magic-like existence can be used to communicate with gods.
It may be used in combat, but its specific power is unknown.
But we must pay special attention to the red magic source power!" Wright circled the two words "red magic source power" written in Zine language and marked them with a five-pointed star.
"The note I saw when I crossed over mentioned the power of red magic. De also mentioned it in Socra Underground, and that weird careless man Yato also mentioned it. Moreover, since I crossed over and replaced Wright,
, a series of strange things happened under the guidance of the red magic source power, including the auditory hallucinations and almost suicide.
The red magic source power is suspected to be a mysterious force that transcends the magic source power itself. It may be very powerful and may already exist in one's own body. However, the triggering mechanism is unknown and the consequences of the triggering are unknown and need to be explored.
At present, Natasha's clues have been interrupted, and contact with mysterious powers is prohibited in the city of Socra. The only possibility is to go outside the human stronghold to contact the Wuxin and the Lost to obtain further information.
In order to find the reason why your body is suspected of being 'suicided' and to avoid more dangers, you must pay close attention to any information about the power of the red magic source.
There are two legendary systems in this world. The first is the sequential god system. There is not much information at present. The suspected derivative is the 'Sequential Card'. The other ones are unknown and cannot be explored for the time being. The second is the sequential monster system.
I know that there is only one kind of involute flower, and the others require more contact.
In addition, what needs to be added include: Sogra’s professional rank, more information about the ‘Blood Night Ritual’, multiple nightmares of unknown meaning, magic source power and related growth systems.
Note: Whether to save the wasteland world depends on the situation and mood. But currently you need to purchase weapons to perform the mission."
After all, he was a senior otaku from the previous world, so Wright quickly summarized the whole page in Zini Empire language.
But when he was about to close the notebook with yellowed pages, Wright added another sentence in Chinese:
"We will all fall into darkness, and no one will be saved. Except for the red magic source..."
After double-checking that no important information was missed, Wright found the backpack he used every day in his memory and placed the notebook in an inconspicuous corner.
Immediately afterwards, he glanced at the dilapidated mechanical watch engraved with a double-headed eagle pattern, and chose to sit quietly on a chair, waiting for the dawn of the city of Sogra.
…
As the roar of machinery not far away gradually began to surge, compared to the early mornings in Socrates a few days ago, Leto heard a sound that was enough to sublimate his heart - the bells of the church in the center of Socrates.
"Dong, dong..."
Six crisp bells spread to almost all corners of Sogra. After the last sound, Wright, carrying a yellow marching backpack, kicked the remaining 950 new coins given by General George into his jacket pocket.
Wright learned from the memory fragments that unlike the army, the Sukra Guards usually only issue basic weapons, and additional powerful weapons need to be purchased with new coins or new ducats.
If there are no powerful enough weapons, the danger of the mission will increase exponentially.
Therefore, after washing up a little, he walked along the dim streets along the route he remembered, and came to the door of a spacious shop of a medium size with a Socra city logo hanging on it.
This store seems relatively deserted, but fortunately it is located in the outer ring of Sogra's business district, so it is not that eye-catching.
The words "Socra Arms Trading Department" written in black letters on a white background hang on the wall on the left side of the store, and the bronze door is completely open.
When Wright walked into the relatively bright room, he was greeted by a tall man wearing a black suit and a blindfold on one eye.
"My dear guest, thank you for visiting our store early in the morning. What weapons do you need? As long as you have enough new coins, we have everything."
"Well, I only need a gun and enough ammunition to fight unintentional people, and nothing else. I am a member of the escort. I want to go out of the city to perform tasks. Please ensure the quality." Wright said lightly.
As a member of the Guard, he naturally knows how to deal with those who only like money but are afraid of power. In the city of Socra, even the lowest-status member of the Guard is head and shoulders above any ordinary citizen.
Moreover, Wright vaguely remembered that the last two sentences of George's mission arrangement seemed to have agreed on a mission time. At 12 noon today, during the last hour of the dome's open test, Brett would drive a mechanical chariot to the small shack to pick him up.
It's only eight o'clock in the morning, four hours left.
"Please wait a moment, guest." The man nodded respectfully to Wright and walked into the storage room behind the small iron door.
Almost fifteen minutes later, the man brought a gun nearly half a meter long and a small bag of bullets.
Immediately afterwards, he put the gun in Wright's hand and began to introduce:
"This is the latest 'Ziu Yuan' brand rifle developed by Jiu Yuan Factory. It is characterized by being light and durable, and its effective range is not much different. Its barrel has been specially treated, and it will not produce any damage even if it fires thousands of silver bullets continuously.
No problem. According to the data from the factory, the lethality of this rifle against unintentional people is at the top level. It is also capable of fighting against the Lost."
The Lost One? When De met Yatuo that day, it seemed that he fired a few shots, but it had no effect at all. If this thing is indeed effective, the risk of going to Silent Highlands will be greatly reduced.
"How much?" Wright asked without hesitation.
"Two hundred new dollars."
"Cheap!"
After packing the "Jiuyuan" brand rifle and silver bullets, Wright walked towards his three-story shabby house with vigorous steps.
The boss selling weapons looked at Wright's back and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, while he stuffed a tentacle with fluff and a suction cup back into his clothes.