The half-eared man is a slave tool under the hands of the little man.
It has been three days since he came to this j·s·68921 settlement. During these three days, he was lucky enough not to die.
But some subtle green spots appeared on his body. After seeing it, the little man sentenced him to death, saying that he would die in two days.
But Ban Er didn't want to die. Although he had no hope for life like other refugees, the light in his eyes also disappeared.
But he still told himself in his heart that he didn't want to die.
He wanted to live, to be a so-called 'citizen' of the Survivor Planning Bureau, and to take revenge on the little man for his unprovoked ear-cutting behavior.
But today's world values strength and naked violence.
Half-Ear has no weapons and no one is following him.
He couldn't take revenge himself, so he waited quietly.
finally...
"Have you heard that those wizards found that no citizens were willing to drink the free alienation potion, and now they are open to us?"
"Would you like to try it?"
A strange tool man who had not completely lost hope in life whispered, and next to him were a group of refugees who were working hard and risking their lives to dig up radioactive fluorite.
"If you drink that, you will die immediately. If I mine, I will die later. I choose to die later."
Another refugee who was listening to the nagging couldn't hold back. When no one noticed, he changed his dullness and quietly responded to the refugee.
"I believe no one wants to be a slave. Now that you have the opportunity, will you escape?"
This refugee, who was obviously very active, was agitating and very inflammatory.
"Done, let's go."
The refugee who had been ignored was heartbroken, dropped his hoe, and raised his head.
"Bang."
My head exploded.
"Humph, you are the only ones who still want to rebel."
"Don't think I don't know that there are still a bunch of fools among you who are good at pretending."
"I'm telling you, if you put it in my little little guy's pocket, don't even think about getting out."
"You are all my slaves, work hard for me!"
Just above this pothole, a light curtain suddenly appeared.
This is remote vision achieved through the system of the public supervision system.
Generally, only guards are allowed to use it, but in some potholes that receive little attention, the guards will, after receiving certain benefits, be handed over to the leaders of the 'organization' to remotely manage the slaves under their control.
"You did a good job, come back, you don't have to be a slave anymore."
The instigator's face lit up and he raised his head. He was about to thank him when suddenly...
"Bang."
"Hey, do you really think I need smart people?"
"I just need tool people, please listen to me, don't think about anything, just keep mining, otherwise you will die."
He controlled an old firearm from afar and fired a bullet. The short man well explained what cruelty and brutality were, and he could easily burn bridges across rivers.
The servants around him listened silently, and no one dared to raise their head.
"Very good, continue."
The little man observed it and found that no one really showed any "humanity" anymore, so he said a good word and stopped his remote video chat.
The moment the short man's video disappeared, the eyes of Ban Er, who had been silent all this time, suddenly lit up, and he silently picked up the fluorite he had dug up.
"Ding"
Three minutes later, Half-Ear handed Fluorite to the management robot, and then suddenly shouted when there were no other people around to comment.
"I want to drink the alienation potion."
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"Have you decided?"
In just a few dozen seconds, a wizard wearing a green radiation-proof robe came to Ban Er's side.
After hearing the news, there was also a short man.
But he didn't have radiation protection clothing, so he only dared to grit his teeth with a telescope from a distance.
"Damn it, it's that damn bastard."
"If I had known, I would have killed him on the first day."
"This bastard actually wants to drink the alienation potion, my cigarettes, and my investment!!!"
"Damn, how could he, this is my property..."
The little man was furious and angry, but he did not dare to use his long-range firearm.
The person standing in front of Ban Er now is a wizard. Those terrifying beings are not afraid of guns at all.
At least they are not afraid of old firearms.
"Yes, I want to get rid of my slave status. I want to be free."
Half-ear's eyes were firm, he had already made a decision.
"Slaves? There are still slaves in j·s·68921 settlement?"
The wizard glanced doubtfully at the little man in the distance who kept cursing, and then seemed to realize something, but there was no reaction.
"This is a matter of the Planning Bureau, and it's really not my place to interfere."
"But if you drink the potion and become a superpower, I can transfer you to the superpower camp."
The wisdom of wizards is beyond ordinary people. Although they are sometimes paranoid, human nature is not difficult to understand.
"Um."
Half an ear hummed.
"Drink."
The wizard handed over a bottle of bright green potion.
This is a alienation potion mixed with fluorite from the Radiation Pit, spider grass from the Wizard Mountains, honey fruit, and a small amount of Crystal Lake water.
There is about a 30% chance that Blue Star humans will 'awaken', become superpowers with superpowers, and be incorporated into the superpower camp to participate in the mission of clearing the Ten Thousand Years Cave.
The remaining 70% will either die directly or become strange.
Some of these weirdos will be killed directly, while others will be mentally controlled by wizards and become members of the slave monster army, and will also join in the cleaning of the Wannian Cave.
In a word, unless they are dead, Blue Star humans who drink the alienation potion will play their role in fighting.
"GuluGulu"
The wizard didn't respond again and drank up a reagent of the potion in one gulp.
Wait quietly.
No change.
"What do you feel?"
The wizard flew around half his ears, and the little man in the distance also watched irritably.
"like..."
"ah!"
After an inaudible sound wave, the little man cursing in the distance suddenly exploded.
"Sonic superpower!?"
Unfazed by the sudden death of the little man, the wizard suddenly laughed in surprise.
"Hahahahaha, okay, now tell me your name, you are already a superpower!"
The wizard's hearty laughter exaggerated a kind of joy, but half of his ears only felt sad.
"My name is Half-Ear."
He did not tell his real name, he wanted to use this name to remember the end of the world.
In a world of cannibalism, strength is king.
"Okay, Ban Er Er, you come with me."
The wizard was surprised for a while, but didn't say anything. Just when he was about to leave with Half-Ear, Half-Ear stopped him.
"I still have many colleagues here who want to drink the potion."
The half-eared eyes are bright and full of hope, but also full of compassion.