lt;The Machine Break

Thick space junk floated around the planet, the only safe passage being a special channel reserved for planetary administrators. A batch of federally-funded resources below average standards would be transported to the planet every two months.,After receiving the news, he didn't cry. He returned to his dilapidated shack and found a worn leather glove he had picked up while scavenging. Then, he went out to offer his labor to people he knew and strangers alike. 。Transporting dishes to the suburban restaurant, delivering express mail for formal city residents, and scouring through factory waste for recyclables to sell... With no one else left, I have to survive. 。This is already the seventh year since my parents passed away. 。Mu Fan raised his head to glance at the bonfire before him, then continued to hone a small, cold knife with his attention. 。He wasn't overly concerned with his appearance. His black hair was messy and unkempt, and his frame wasn't particularly strong, but he had above-average height. When he raised his eyelids, his brown eyes seemed ordinary, but if you got closer and looked carefully, you'd notice that the brown held a depth, with a red flash occasionally passing through, like roses or something aged and steeped. 。At this time, Area 22 was getting cooler. Mu Fan was wearing a canvas jacket and work pants stained with oil. 。While taking a break at night, he came out to hone his weapon. The dagger, forged from industrial alloy, 。He was just the right age, and every week he would go out to work. He'd save all the money he earned and then go to the used bookstore market to buy those bundled books. 。The remaining money only allows him to eat the bare minimum, two packets per day, which just keeps him alive. If he doesn't go out to find food himself, he will remain in this state forever. 。One day on his way back, he saw an old eagle taking flight in the distance. Curious, he saw a black shadow falling from the sky. It was half a field mouse. 。In the leaping flames, Mu Fan tasted it for the first time. 。One of the survival standards Mu Fan set for himself was to go hunting outside twice a week. 。No matter the size, whether alive or dead, any harvest is a victory. He needs this energy too much; his cells clearly feel it deep within, craving nourishment of that kind. 。"Shoo!" The last spark flew out, Mu Fan retracted his dagger, his left hand lightly supporting the blade, and looked at the fire. He narrowed his eyes, a satisfied look on his face, tonight—he was going to eat!...The night of Gaxing was as cold as steel, making people shiver from their bones. 。Mu Fan walked through the wilderness, his body covered with crisscrossing scars that looked like badges of honor from countless battles. Though he was lean, his physique still showed an incredibly natural and defined musculature, leaving no doubt about the power hidden beneath. 。,There's a mutation! No mistake, that powerful aura, he already smelled the irritability in the mutation, his stomach rumbled. Mu Fan pursed his lips, at this moment, red light surged in his eyes!He wants to eat! It was human primal force, when it met during frantic development, it could make a person release unimaginable power, let alone the familiar taste for Mu Fan!Closing his eyes and reopening them, the faint strange red light in Mu Fan's eyes completely dissipated, but his eyes were incredibly bright. The surrounding darkness seemed to cease to exist, the jungle, insects, birds, all clear in his sight. 。He didn't know when he first discovered that he had the ability of acute night vision. After he accidentally used this ability to find several voles at night, he began to deliberately practice and master this seemingly god-given ability. 。The night sky, thick clouds obscuring the glimmer of stars. 。A "meteor" streaked across the atmosphere, flashing a light across the sky above the clouds...。