Chương 1: The Young Man Who Loves Meat
Planet Luojia, the fourth administrative area of the Galaxy Federation, was the most remote planet in the federation map. The planet, which was supposed to be just a code name, was named after the highest-ranking general, Major General Luojia, after several brutal battles in the Fifth-East Federation. Although it was an exception, most people still forgot about it.
Thick space garbage floated around the planet. The only safe route was a special channel for the management of the planet. Only a batch of supplies below the federation's per capita level would be sent to the planet in two months. Most people struggled with hunger and poverty.
The central district of City 22 was still brightly lit and bustling with people. It was almost evening, and two completely different situations were playing out under the gray sky—liveliness and dead silence were especially harmonious.
In an abandoned factory 30 kilometers away from the city, messy industrial waste could be seen everywhere. Mecha fragments that were damaged and could not be repaired were also piled up everywhere. On this planet, where resources were scarce, the authorities did not have the energy and good will to deal with this rubbish. The free labor in the slums would help them solve these troublesome problems, and at the same time, save a large sum of money for the government, so Why not?
Surrounded by a quiet wilderness. Occasionally, a squeak could be heard. At this time, there were sparks in a corner of the factory from time to time. A bonfire burned quietly, and a slender figure was reflected on the ruins.
Mu Fan, 17, did not know who his parents were. His adoptive parents told him that they had picked him up from behind a trash can when they were scavenging. It was just after dawn, and the light from the star shone evenly and gently on the baby's face along the horizon. When his adoptive father picked up the baby, he found that two tags had fallen off his body. One was a deep yellow wooden sign with the word "Mu," and the other was a black metal sign with the word "Fan."
He did not think too much about the sequence of the two words. His adoptive father, who was lucky enough to read a few books, named him Mu Fan. When he was young, he did not ask his adoptive parents about it. When he was a little older, his adoptive parents went out to scavenge during a space pirate attack and were taken away by a stray bullet. Mu Fan did not have more opportunities to ask about the details of what happened then. He was ten years old that year.
Mu Fan did not like to talk, but he was reasonable and had a strong heart. He did not cry when he heard the news. He went back to the dilapidated house, found the torn leather gloves that he had picked up when he was scavenging, he came out, people were doing manual labor whom he did not know. He moved his stuff and went to a restaurant in the suburbs to wash the plates, and do express deliveries to the official city, and came back to sell the waste in the factory's garbage. He was the only one left, and he needed to live.
It was the seventh year since his parents died. Mu Fan looked up at the bonfire in front of him, then lowered his head and continued to sharpen a small knife with a cold gleam in it. He had not taken care of his appearance too much. He had a messy head of black hair, a not-so-built body, and an impressive height. When he lifted his eyelids, his brown pupils were revealed. However, if one looked closer, they would see a flash of red deep in his brown pupils, like the blood of a rose or a sediment.
At this time, the weather in City 22 was getting cooler. Mu Fan wore a coat made of canvas and a pair of oil-stained working pants. He took advantage of the break at night to polish his weapon, the dagger made of industrial alloy. He was at the age of growing up, which made him hungry easily as body needs more nutrition in growth period. Furthermore, he would save up the money he earned from working weekly and go to the old books market to buy the books that he bought and sold. The rest of the money was the lowest-level synthetic food that a normal person could eat with two packs a day, but it was only enough to keep him from starving to death. If he did not go out and look for food, it meant that he would continue to live like this.
One day, when he was on his way back, he saw an old vulture flying not far away. Out of curiosity, he saw a black shadow fall from the sky. It was half a mouse. In the leaping flames, Mu Fan tasted meat for the first time.
One of the living standards Mu Fan set for himself was to go out and hunt twice a week. Whether it was large animals or small animals, whether alive or dead, the harvest was victory. He needed lots of energy, and his body was always hungry for meat after tasting it once.
"Swish!" The last spark splashed out. Mu Fan put away the dagger, held the edge of the blade lightly in his left hand, and looked at the fire. He squinted and showed a satisfied expression. Tonight—he wanted to eat meat!
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The night on the planet of Luojia was as cold as steel, and it made people shiver.
Mu Fan, on the other hand, was walking in the wilderness with his upper body bare. The scars on his body were like battle medals, but his thin figure emphasized the natural beauty of his muscles. No one would doubt the explosive power hidden in his body.
Muffin did not feel the kind of cold that his residents spoke of. On the contrary, he felt only a coldness that made his mind incredibly calm and clear. He enjoyed it. He did not know why he could not get enough of it himself, but he found that his endurance seemed to be several times that of the people around him… or more. Not only that, but he had no concept of it, and he was not interested in asking.
Under the cover of the night, Mu Fan, who did not attract any attention, had already sprinted to the edge of a jungle fifteen kilometers away from the factory. In the quiet night, Mu Fan seemed to have become one with the land. Only the steam rising from his body showed his existence.
There was a river here. The bone-piercing river water was Mu Fan's favorite "treasure ground" to wash away his blood and sweat. If he was lucky, he could catch a fat fish in the water. Well, it tasted good when eaten raw, as long as it was meat everything tasted good!
Mu Fan's goal today was to kill a large animal. He felt that his hunger was getting stronger. The two previous mice were no longer enough to satisfy his body's needs. He wanted to eat more meat.
The jungle was very far from the city. On a remote and backward planet like Planet Luojia, the managers did not have the ability to send too many satellites to monitor it. The jungle maintained a good appearance. Few human cities fought against the forest but left it because there were lots of strong beasts. There were stronger beasts here, which meant more food for him!
With a whoosh, Mu Fan stopped. His bright eyes shone at that moment. He stood at the edge of the jungle and sniffed the wild beast's scent not far from the jungle. There was a mutated beast there! That's right, this strong scent—he could already smell the irritation in the blood of the mutated beast. His stomach rumbled again. Mu Fan pursed his lips, and at that moment, a red light surged in his eyes!
He wanted meat!
Desire was the source of human energy. When a body that was developing crazily encountered hunger, it was enough to drive a person to the max, not to mention Mu Fan, who already knew the taste of meat!
When he closed his eyes and opened them again, the strange red glow in his eyes had completely faded, but his eyes were extremely bright. The surrounding darkness seemed to have disappeared, and the jungle, insects, and birds were clearly reflected in his eyes. He did not know when he had discovered that he had the ability to see at night with keen eyesight. When he found a few mice and plants at night with the help of this ability, he had begun to deliberately train his ability to master this god-like ability.
In the night sky, thick clouds blocked the reflected light from the planet.
A "shooting star" streaked across the atmosphere and shone above the clouds…
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