He slightly withdrew the tip of his sword and asked coldly, "Tell me, why do you say I'm a Mutant?"
"Why do Mutants do to you? Where are there any Mutants?"
Ignoring the hostility in the middle-aged man's gaze, Lin An could also tell that the dark-skinned young man seemed very fond of the girl named Jia Lu.
The young man swallowed dryly, his face ashen as he gripped the girl's hand tightly.
He seemed somewhat confused as well, apparently unable to understand why Lin An was asking these questions.
"Mutants are monsters like us!"
"They kill us and eat us! They destroy our gathering places! They enslave and kill us!"
"You don't have an eye on your forehead!"
"You're so strong, so you must be a Mutant!"
After speaking in his somewhat awkward manner, the young man's eyes filled with hatred as he stared fixedly at Lin An's forehead.
"An eye?"
Lin An was slightly stunned. In an instant, he looked at the foreheads of the others. Sure enough, he saw a line on each of their foreheads. He had assumed it was some kind of decoration, but upon closer inspection, he saw that amid their terror, the lines on their foreheads seemed faintly on the verge of opening.
Not human? Three eyes—a different species?
Though astonished, Lin An had never expected the natives here to be something other than the humans he knew.
However, he had also gleaned a great deal of information from what they had just said.
Enslavement and killing.
That sounded quite like the Mutants' style. Could the Mutants have entered this world at the same time? Had they possessed human bodies and entered this world?
But wasn't the regional confrontation being opened for the first time?
"Continue answering my questions!"
"Do you often encounter