Deadly Encounter

Tiny amounts of ashy clouds drifted in the skies, seamlessly forming different shapes, revealing an extremely oppressive aura.

In the depths of the skies, 99 gigantic tentacles as big as 20 mountains combined could be seen. They were stretched out from various corners of the skies, connecting the earth to the skies.

Decadely, these tentacles would squirm and each time they did, they would stir up massive tornadoes that would wipe out everything within its vicinity.

The area each tentacles are connected too are called the New Continents.

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The moment the skies dimmed further, Warren tore his gaze from there Sky-tentacles and checked his watch. The seconds hand of the mechanical watch clicked subtly.

"18:57" He exhaled, sucking in massive breath of air, causing a loud vibration from his nose mask. Both the nose mask and the watch were from the old era, and they could work even with the natural interference produced by the new earth's magnetic field.

"Half an hour to go." As a sentry, Warren's eye sight was three times greater than of a normal human being. The modification had used up one entire evolution point which he had managed to gather for several years but even then, he didn't regret it in the slightest.

Most people would chose to use the Evolution points to strengthen their physique, increasing their physical strength, thereby increasing their strength.

Some will also save it up to build an even better abilityWazqqA@ with the necessary materials.

The minimal requirements for being a Sentry in the Badlands Camp was having at least one level of Sight. Which meant using a single evolution point to increase one's eye sight.

While a sentry might be a lowly position in the camp, the world had changed entirely and to survive, the best option was to join a base as a soldier but even then, it wasn't easy to join a camp as their requirements were unusually harsh.

Warren gazed into distance, he ignored the rotten smell of rotten Cayotes, howling within the forest almost a kilometer away from the base as they could only stay under the shade of forest, unable to move near the base in fear of death.

Warren's eye flashed suddenly and he looked to the left. He picked up a figure exiting the forest from the west, closing in rapidly towards the base.

The speed of the figure wasn't that fast. Warren shifted the old flintlock gun to his left hand and stared hard and with his immaculate eyesight, he saw who it was. Instantly, he dropped the old sniper rifle and released a slight chuckle. Turning his head sideways, he spoke.

"Ol' Bone, the kid is alive today again. Your money is surely mine to have."

The sentry stationed at the other side of the gate ruffled his brown beards and scoffed loudly. "His luck is especially good but it won't last for long. One of these days, he's gonna lose his fragile life before the deadline."

"Just a few more months and it will be a year since the kid has been here without dying." Warren smiled smugly.

Ol' Bone unconsciously gripped his beards tightly and sneered. "He's going out there without undergoing his first evolution, it won't be long till he dies at the hand of a rotting Cayote or a savage hound!"

By the time the two were done arguing, Lucifer had reached the gate of the base. His face filled with sweat but his eyes was cold. Even after running for more than three kilometers, he didn't feel as exhausted unlike the previous times.

He presented his badge to the security which then allowed him access into the base after verifying his identity. If it weren't for the compulsory formalities, the guard would have directly allowed Lucifer entry into the base as he was very well known figure within the base.

Within Badlands camp, Lucifer was considered the weakest recruites with little to no hope of ever evolving as his talent with gene modification was simply too low.

Others who came here the same time as him had reached at least 50% in their C-cell evolution, only Lucifer seem to be the stagnant one.

It was partly due to his low gene talent and largely due to his overly conscientious nature but others didn't see it that way.

They took his overcautious nature as him being a true coward too scared to face even the weakest of the C-cell beasts.

Even the instructors had tried to get him to be more courageous and quit his cautious behavior. However, Lucifer didn't mind what others thought of him and continued his overly cautious manner which had continued for past six months.

This was why he had only been fishing for Black-scaled Catfish, not willing to risk his life fighting a true Savage beast. Although the Floating Lake was one of the dangerous grounds nearby, it was incredibly safe as long as one could recognise the pattern and was cautious enough.

One, the scale of Black-scaled Catfish would be softened by the water, making it easier to penetrate through their skin. Also, they would be rendered helpless for a few seconds if caught in a bubble, owing to the mysterious power of the Floating Lake.

Lucifer was certain that the him right now didn't have a 30 percent success rate at defeating a Savage beast which was why he didn't dare fight the savage beast.

Within the base, on the way to his place, Lucifer kept getting condescending looks from people but Lucifer had gotten pretty used to those looks that he didn't mind it much.

Walking deeper into the depths of the camp, he branched through an old alley, heading into the bush and towards an abandoned shed half a kilometer into the bush, just at the edge of the camp.

The wooden door hung loosely, only being held by a single bolt of screw. Carefully opening and closing it, Lucifer entered his room and a murky smell spread into his nose.