(This story comes from a short story "Suicide Lin" I saw before, and the author is Coconut 1994. I remember the title of the book is "The Story of Coconut", and this book is now blocked. I had an idea of ​​doing it a year ago. I searched for the other party for half a year and obtained the author's approval and provided the original manuscript to rewrite. I will put the original manuscript in the group, if anyone wants to read it.)

Most of the world is abandoned because the world is too big for the humans living here.

There are no animals in this world, only strange monsters.

This may make you feel a little strange. Monsters are not animals that cannot be tamed. They do not need to be fed. Some monsters eat other monsters. But most monsters eat people because there are too many more people than monsters.

Most of the other worlds are the same as you understand them. Each city with distinctive personalities is open to all parts of the world.

The city is connected by well-connected roads.

Some cities are big, some are small, some are figured out, and some are not.

But they all have one characteristic, that is, they lead to the central city.

The central city is not the largest city, but it is like the hub of every city.

In fact, this is similar to the world you know, but it is obviously more desolate.

Also, there is no civilization in this world. It may be because everyone understands the language, so there is no culture that needs to be recorded.

All the elders and the old are called pioneers, and there is no one in this library that is greater than anyone else.

Being born equal certainly means that you die if you die.

Because no civilization was recorded, no one knew who took the first step to build the first city.

No one knows where the first city is, there is only an old saying called "Reconciliation".

The general saying is that all towns and roads should have split and evolved from a city.

What everyone recognizes is the evolution from the central city, but no one cares what this represents.

After all, the residents in the city never have real names, so anyone can come in and go out.

We only care about the present, and of course we also care about the pioneers who are brave enough to devote their lives to building cities and roads.

Trailblazers are sacred, but obviously not everyone will be willing to waste their lives building.

After all, after death, living in a built city, no one can predict whether walking on the road will be cherished or wasted.

The things that predecessors planted trees and later enjoyed the shade really sounded quite beautiful.

At this time, I was on a high mountain, which should be one of the few high mountains in the world.

Behind me is a tattered tavern.

This is a rare quiet place, and you can see the heroic mountains and rivers here from a glance.

I like to call this Gemini Mountain, but everyone likes to call this Gemini Mountain.

These two mountains of the same size are symmetrical left and right, and I am sitting on one of the peaks and looking towards the opposite shore.

Unfortunately, the distance is too far and I can't see anything clearly. The city at the foot of the mountain is called the Holy Filter City.

I heard that it was first used to filter out dirty things produced during transportation. The dirty buildings were brought and washed and transported to various places to build and build cities.

But these have nothing to do with me, I am not a pioneer.

If I can, I want to be called a mercenary, or a mercenary.

We don't want to build, we just want to take on each other's tasks and complete them when we need us.

We do whatever we receive, and we will not be lenient even if we kill people.

Dahai smiled excitedly at the entrance of the tavern, knocked on the gong at the door and shouted to me: "Luqiao, what are you waiting for? Come in, I'll treat you to a drink."

While ringing the gong, I could hear the bartender shouting excitedly outside: "The next time everyone's wine will be paid by this generous Mr. Hai."

The cheers were even more excited, and the sea was our leader.

This is my second year as a mercenary. Of course, I don’t know what idea this is to become a mercenary in the ocean.

All I know is that two years ago I was thirsty and hungry. The sea saw me from afar and extended a helping hand to me with dozens of people.

It is the sea that brings us together to have our current life.

We are now 27 people, fully armed and wandering around.

As long as the sea receives the task, we will go out.

The sea trains us on a daily basis, giving us a much stronger strength than ordinary people.

When there is no task, we will find a tavern and have two drinks.

The usual expenses are the commissions earned in the last task.

After spending it, make money, continue to spend it forever.

There are no pioneers among us, or we used to have them. But now we have given up and do not intend to build more bricks and tiles for the current city. For us, hiring until death is our only destination.

Either die at the wine table or die on the battlefield. Of course, it may be that some of us are old and can't continue to do it.

After leaving, find a place to lie flat until it doesn't move.

All of us may be the next person who can't do it, but I obviously don't want the next one to be the sea.

At this time, Dahai was obviously drunk again, so I trot into the tavern and took Dahai's arm: "Hey, how can you hire me if you have enough funds? If you have no money, what should I do?"

"Enough, don't worry. I have received a new task again. After this round of drinking, we will set off. Walk down and go to a place called Niaodao. Reward this number, and you can rest for a long time after doing this wave." Dahai opened his five palms and smiled, and he was drunk and no longer in human form.

"Have you asked clearly? How many people are there?" I asked quickly.

Dahai poured another cup of wine and smiled: "I'll see what the specific one is going on then? Which time isn't this the case?"

I nodded my head helplessly, and I felt that every task was a life-threatening death.

No task is easy, otherwise the pioneers of building cities would have solved it themselves.

Dahai is blindly confident because he really has very powerful means. We don’t know where Dahai’s ability comes from.

But obviously no one can successfully talk from Dahai. Only I have heard Dahai say: "I used to be the same as you."

I thought about the past, Dahai, should have been a mercenary, but what was wrong with his team.

I didn't drink, I didn't like that kind of thing.

I am not as great as the pioneers. I thought that if something unexpected happened to the sea one day, I could save him. It was as if he had saved me before, so that no one would owe him.

Dahai handed the gold coins to the bartender and shouted to everyone: "Go away."

Although everyone was drunk at this time, they stood up and packed up the garbage at their hands and prepared their weapons.
Chapter completed!