Loneliness

Standing behind the Base Core's military camp, Lin An leaned against a section of floor slab that was about to be demolished.

It was already nearing evening.

The sunset sinking behind the Rear Mountain could not dispel the chill of the approaching night.

The rebar in the floor slab behind him was exposed, its corroded iron-red color poking through the white ash.

The ruins beneath his feet had yet to be demolished, standing out of place among the buildings constructed from Spiritual Energy Alloy all around them.

This place had once been the teaching building of Lin Jiang College.

As the base expanded, all traces of its former appearance had vanished within just a few months.

The world's changes were far faster than humanity could have imagined.

The college had disappeared.

In its place stood a large, strictly disciplined, somewhat oppressive military base.

There was no greenery, no entertainment, and certainly none of the colorful neon lights or bustling traffic.

But there were no complaints either.

After the apocalypse erupted, people seemed to develop a near-maniacal obsession with all kinds of military facilities, using them to fill the unease in their hearts.

Black, gray, and military green were the main colors of human settlements.

Not far ahead stood a small metal bungalow.

It was where Mo Ling lived.

The pitch-black metal house was like a hard rock growing out of the ground. Compared with the settlement built around it, it stood all alone.

The enormous black shadow lying to one side unconsciously scraped the metal floor with its sharp claws.

The sound was grating.

A few minutes later.

Watching Mo Ling walk over while holding the Licker by its tongue, Lin An could not help finding it rather strange.

The Mutant obediently following behind Little Mo Ling kept drooling thick