Novel Full Chapter 47: Wasteland Squad Five, Activate!
Chapter 47: Chapter 47: Wasteland Squad Five, Activate!
Lu Wenwu wasn’t particularly surprised by the appearance of three non-human intelligent beings.
He simply felt lucky to encounter three at once.
Last time he went back, he specifically asked Liu Ming for some special materials to study.
In the previous life on Blue Star, Huaxia’s Cultivators, Demon Cultivators, Spirit Monsters, Western World’s Mages, fantasy creatures, and even the often-seen Elves and Demons from booklets.
Countless myths, legends, and fantasy beings all exist on this Blue Star.
This is a bit different from the Blue Star of Lu Wenwu’s previous life.
This is a planet where the paths of cultivation and immortality have never been severed.
The system does not limit selection to genuinely human players!
Any intelligent being can be selected.
However, only ordinary E-level people participate in the initial dungeon selection, starting from the bottom and working their way up slowly.
If you have cultivation before entering, you’re directly assigned player status, starting according to your cultivation rank for dungeon matching.
Don’t think this is necessarily a good thing.
Starting high means no rewards from low-tier dungeons.
Except for ancestral cultivation techniques, inherited spells, magical artifacts, and the like, the rest is entirely impoverished.
Carrying magical artifacts not produced by the system into the dungeon will even increase difficulty before matching.
As for supplementing attribute points?
Sorry, there’s no such good deal.
If you enter at Level 11, you won’t get any attribute points rewards from previous levels.
Advancing to Level 12 only yields five points from leveling up.
Not to mention other equipment, items, spirit coins, curiosities, etc.
It is precisely because of this reason, unless the contaminated area becomes uncontrollable, that countries choose to prematurely train transcendent beings without player status, quickly boosting strength in a manner akin to killing the goose that lays the golden eggs.
Back to the main topic.
When Lu Wenwu extended his team invitation, the Northeast Fox Lady was the first to respond.
“Ay, brother, your body is really rare; we must form a team! Give me your WeChat number later, if we survive, let’s keep in touch.”
Xiaohong… Sister Hong… No! Brother Hong said boldly.
She even threw a flirtatious glance at Lu Wenwu.
Speaking of which, if the Big Fox Lady were mute, Lu Wenwu might actually be insanely tempted.
As for now, he just wants to clasp his hands and shout, “Wow, big brother!”
“Amitabha Buddha.”
The old monk Ru Huo chanted a Buddhist verse, showing compassion.
“Good, good, I am willing to advance and retreat with you benefactors.”
“Ah… anything is fine, anything works.”
The university student dressed Blood Race Anthony still had that shy smile, nodding slightly.
As for Enchanting Demon Kashan…
Her head was so low that Lu Wenwu worried she’d suffocate herself.
Judging by the rise and fall of her chest, she seemed to nod.
At least the system’s team interface now shows [5/5]
[Team successfully formed, main team quest progress shared, current number—5]
[Dungeon mode changed, current mode—Team Collaboration]
[Warning: Team members are protected by system rules, do not harm each other maliciously]
Once the team was formed, the initially tense atmosphere between the five eased.
Especially Enchanting Demon Kashan.
At least her status bar no longer showed [Suspicion] and [Slight Fear].
[Extreme Tension] turned into [Tension].
Really don’t know why such an oddity would appear among the Enchanting Demons.
Lu Wenwu could only attribute it to the diversity among intelligent beings.
He glanced briefly at the surroundings and quickly said, “No mission prompts; time doesn’t seem so tight, so let’s follow the rules and introduce ourselves first. I’ll start…”
…
Wasteland, Mutated Wilderness.
Rumor has it that this was once a beautiful grassland growing verdant Cyan Grass, under a clear blue sky with large, white clouds.
Reflecting bright sunlight, sweet water crystal-clear like transparent gems pooled into lakes, a gift from the heavens.
However, those alive now have never seen it.
To them, the sky is gray, the clouds dark red-brown, the ground mostly barren, and the outdoor water is murky and undrinkable.
Former herds of cattle and sheep have vanished without a trace.
Pollution and radiation birthed mutated creatures that formed communities, wandering this wilderness.
No one remembers exactly what this place is called, so they picked a widely recognized name as an alias.
Those who still live only recall a word that the long-dead first-generation survivors mentioned repeatedly over a hundred years ago.
Wasteland.
It’s a deadly hell, yet a hunting ground for the strong.
Humans of the wasteland, long forgotten the concept of farming, survive by hunting mutated creatures.
It’s said that beneath these sands lies a magnificent city, buried with numerous products of the old era.
If one can find some valuable items, they can exchange for purified drinking water in large gathering places, acquiring purified food made from plant powder.
Even if no treasures are found, a long residency in such high-radiation, high-pollution danger zones, increases the likelihood of becoming Evolver.
Occasionally lucky ones do prove this.
Though most brave wasteland scavengers meet death by radiation, mutation, pollution, or attacks by mutated creatures.
Yet this still draws countless wastelanders toward it.
At this moment, a few fearless wasteland scavengers are steadfastly heading toward the depths of the Mutated Wilderness, carrying wasteland’s unique despair, alongside a nearly imperceptible hope.
“Great Evolution God, please protect us…”
Leading the group, the haggard man tightened the dirty scarf around his neck, wiped the cloudy goggles, and looked towards the dim sun overhead, murmuring softly.
“Old John, we’ve been walking for three days straight, are you sure that map is real?”
A thin, shriveled individual licked his cracked lips, his voice unbearably hoarse.
“We can still turn back; if we conserve our water, it’ll last another two days plus.”
Old John reacted like a cat with its tail stepped on, getting instantly angry: “Damn it! I told you, Takeda! I found this in a mapbook at least a century old! It’s an old era map! Do you understand the old era!”
“Yeah, yeah, Great Evolution God’s eminent archaeologist Old John.” Takeda, used to this, sighed, “Well, there are no resources to trade for water back home anyway, this miserable life, dying might even be a relief.”
“I have a hunch we’re almost there.”
As the two bantered to cope, a person covered with non-human carapace opened his mouth.
If Lu Wenwu were here, he’d find them familiar.
The appearance of this person with those he’d met previously who were polluted shared the exact same art style.
“I can feel it, the Great Evolution God’s power is guiding me, just up ahead…” The Evolver pointed with a hand that’s turned into a pincer.
Old John’s eyes lit up, striding forward: “Haha, praise the Great Evolution God! Boys, we’re gonna strike it rich!”
Skinny Takeda shrugged, silently gripping the handle of the Samurai Saber, which his deceased father claimed was passed from the old era.
As for what a Samurai is?
Takeda couldn’t care less about such trivial matters.
He’s not an archaeologist.
He only cares if he can fill his belly next, or drink a whole bottle of purified water.
Constantly consuming the most abysmal third-level drinking water, thirty-something Takeda feels he’s nearing the end, close to returning to the Celestial Kingdom of the Great Evolution God.