Recruitment! Who Am I? That Isn't Important!

Face recognition.

It looked simple, but in reality, it was a technical skill, and extremely difficult to use.

Su Mo had learned this from repeatedly hitting walls with his own face.

People all over the world flocked toward profit and scattered in pursuit of gain.

In the modern era, where online information was highly developed, a person's face was a calling card, representing wealth, status, value, and all sorts of other information.

Those who possessed such information could walk around outside.

After seeing it, others would automatically cling to them for those potential benefits, hoping to get a share of the profits.

But things were different in the wasteland of the apocalypse.

Before this, Su Mo had also thought that his face represented redemption, rebirth, and hope to other people.

But after repeatedly hitting walls, Su Mo realized he had been wrong.

Animals feared enemies stronger than themselves, terrified that they would become prey.

Humans were the same. They would always fear the force in another person's hands that could take their lives.

When faced with the overwhelming strength of Su God, most strangers would not immediately feel the admiration and desire to follow him that people had possessed in the peaceful era.

Nine times out of ten, they felt fear! Undisguised fear of a stranger!

"I know it's hard for you to believe that I'm Su Mo, but that's all right. We have plenty of time from now on. I can make you believe me."

Seeing that Second Sister's eyes also held the same look of disbelief the Liu Brothers had shown when they first saw him, Su Mo shrugged. He had already been prepared for his attempt at proving himself by his face to fail, so he did not care in the slightest.

Under these circumstances, as long