"Whew...... Whew......"

Max-Maide looked at the bright sunlight above his head, and his lungs felt like he had swallowed a red lump of charcoal as if he were running so violently.

Every breath was accompanied by a slight tingling and scorching airflow.

Life seems to have become extremely heavy at this moment.

But there was no pain in Max Maider's eyes.

He gulped in the air, so greedily and harder......

Air mixed with the smell of animal feces or bodily fluids doesn't smell so good.

But at this moment, in Max Maider's opinion, every breath of air is fresh and sweet.

Because, this is the taste of freedom and hope......

He finally escaped from that hellish place.

Civilization did not originate with flowers and wine.

More often than not, it was filled with rust-smelling gore and wailing.

Even in a world dominated by modern technology, there are still certain areas that are in a somewhat jaw-dropping primitive state.

The fangs of capital are greedily drawn here, and the ugliness of human nature is vividly displayed here.

In the mine hundreds of meters above the ground, the breath of civilization has been far away.

What remains is the ancient law that has set civilization back thousands of years: the law of the jungle, survival of the fittest.

This is not a twisted hostility between those who also bear the same pitiful fate.

It is a helpless and bloody choice when the resources for survival have become extremely scarce.

Kill or die, in a gloomy world hundreds of meters above the ground, it's not a difficult thing to choose.

Max Mayder still doesn't know why those who dominate always give food and resources that are far from enough to consume.

After all, it's the labor you live that counts.

He didn't understand, even now......

Living in that dark place until now, Max Maider's hands are covered in blood.

Every time he slit the throat of a snatcher, it was a painful ordeal for Max Maider.

Not everyone is used to killing.

In other words, in that vast sea of people, there are always some people who do not get tyranny and contempt for life from blood.

Rather, it is a kind of helpless compassion, an unyielding light that struggles from pain.

If the trajectory is followed, Max-Maider will eventually be buried in a pristine mine full of dangers over there.

There, there are so many elements that can bring life to an end once and for all.

But then, a high fever gives Max Maid a new lease of life......

Max Maide still remembers that night, in the dark and cold of the mine, he had an unimaginably high fever, and death seemed to be looming towards him little by little.

The high fever had blurred his consciousness, and no one wanted to go near him.

Being sick in a dark mine is no more deadly than a rusty shovel in someone else's hands.

They waited quietly for Max Maider to die, for the strong man to lose his life completely.

This is a good thing – a strong competitor is gone, and they may be able to get more food.

Max-Maide couldn't remember the myriad eyes staring at him in the darkness.

It was as if he had had a very long dream, and he became a gladiator, fighting day after day.

It was also there that he received his own name - Max Maider.

Prior to this, Max Meyder did not have a name that belonged to the era of civilization.

Before he could make a name for himself in the tribe where he was born, he was taken by the men at gunpoint to the cold mines.

The cold and dark environment made his skin slightly pale, but the whole still inherited the characteristics of people of color.

Max Maide remembers that in that long dream, a girl named Yulia rescued him.

And then there's the longer story......

But the long story will come to an end, and when Max Maider wakes up from the brink of death, the endless anger in him is aroused.

He became a new berserker, with the blood of the legendary Celts of Sidi blood in his veins.

Everything seems to be different, but for Max Maider, his story has only just begun......

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"Reminder of the Zongwang plane: One player of the Zongwang of this plane has died, and the number of players in the current version of the Zongwang has been detected to be lower than the requirements of the test version, and the ...... is being replenished"

"Replenished, the number of players in the current material world beta version of the Zongquan is: 100/100"

"It's ...... Is a player dead? ”

Eliza looked at the retinal refreshed message with some surprise.

Everyone has a different view of death.

But in the end, it's more about the fear of death.

Eliza was no exception, she feared death as much as she feared a withered flower.

But Eliza seldom thought about it, and even the death of a loved one seemed unusually distant.

She can read the hearts of animals, but she cannot see death.

The death of a loved one can only make her grief.

But that grief is reluctance to give up on the deceased elderly.

Young beings can't empathize with those old bodies.

Those souls who have gradually felt the call below the horizon in the twilight years of their lives......

And the complete death of a comprehensive network player is like a biting cold water poured on her head.

Again, she remembered the great fear of the end of her life.

Eliza began to ponder that for her, the death of a Variety of players was a more immediate, blood-drenched reality.

After all, compared to other identities, the role of a Zongwang player, which is different from billions of people, can make her feel it up close - not the warmth of happiness, but the biting cold......

The Maine next to her kept rubbing against her body, and Eliza could feel its concern.

At this time, the impact of the death of the comprehensive network player seems to have become much weaker.

At least, she's not alone in this world.

"Will you face death with me?"

Eliza picked up the Maine and looked at its pretty eyes.

Eliza didn't get any answers, but she wasn't disappointed.

That answer wasn't something a Maine could give her.

She believed that in that vast starry sky, there must be the answer she longed for.

There will definitely be a partner who can face the cold death with her......

If the world of death is cold and uninteresting darkness.

Eliza, then, felt that she would find a partner with whom she danced in the world below the horizon.

Perhaps at that time, the coldness of death will no longer be so piercing and awe-inspiring......