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Images surfaced in Er Dongsheng's mind. They seemed to be memories belonging to the owner of the skeleton.
They were incomplete, but they told him enough.
In those images, the skeleton's owner was a weak human. On a continent rife with violent energy and roaming Mutant Beasts, he scraped by like most people.
He lived on fruit, and the occasional scrap of rotten meat counted as a feast.
He drifted through each day, evading dangers that could kill him at any moment.
He had no dreams or ambitions. He was little more than a walking corpse.
Chaotic energy filled the air, laden with violent radiation. In his memories, companions who could not endure it burst apart before his eyes.
Yet he felt nothing. He seemed indifferent to their deaths.
Stranger still, the radiation did not affect him at all. His constitution was extraordinary.
Behind his back, his companions called him a mutated human monster!
They shunned him.
He grew up alone. His companions died one after another, but he lived on. Life was hard, yet somehow he survived.
The scene shifted. Years passed.
Then one day, a remarkably kind-looking man found him!
The man had snow-white skin and hair that streamed freely behind him. Handsome and commanding, he waved a hand and slaughtered every Mutant Beast the young man had thought so powerful.
Blood spread everywhere!
The young man stood stunned, at a loss.
"Are... are you an even stronger Mutant Beast?"
That was what he had asked, looking rather foolish!
But who could blame him? In that radiation-ravaged land, he believed only powerful Mutant Beasts could kill other Mutant Beasts!
"Heh. My name is..."
The image blurred.