The game starts with escaping from the famine and flipping the table

The light was blinding, and the scene changed.

Thunder Planet.

Thunder is the absolute ruler.

A thick layer of dark clouds always shrouded the sky, the leaden-gray clouds churning, with dazzling flashes of lightning occasionally streaking across the horizon.

Huge, dark rocks stood jagged and protruding, covered with scorch marks, as if they were a battlefield repeatedly bombarded by lightning.

A subtle, numbing sensation filled the air; each breath felt like inhaling countless imperceptible needles, causing the body to tremble slightly.

There are no plants or streams here, only an endless wasteland.

The earth, repeatedly plowed by thunder, became hard and cracked, like torn skin.

On this barren land, strange sights occasionally appear.

For example, some huge rocks might suddenly be struck by lightning, producing a deafening roar, and then blasted into countless fragments that fly everywhere.

In other places, deep ravines form, flickering with faint lightning, like passages leading to hell...

The entire planet Thunder was shrouded in a repressive and mysterious atmosphere, inspiring endless fear and awe.

This is a world of thunder, where only the strong survive.

Su Xiaoya knelt on one knee in a hollow on a sheltered rock, her chest heaving violently, each breath burning with pain.

Her long hair, which had been tied up, was now disheveled, with a few strands soaked in sweat clinging to her pale cheeks. The once plain blue outfit she wore was now covered with charred holes and torn edges.

His hand holding the sword trembled slightly, his thumb and forefinger split open, blood mixed with sweat, trickling down the hilt and dripping onto the dark ground beneath his feet with a soft hissing sound before quickly evaporating.

Just now, a bolt of blue lightning struck three steps to her side without warning, and the shattered rocks and violent electric lightning almost sent her flying.

The protective aura had been exhausted half a day ago, and now it was all relying on willpower and this relatively resilient body to hold on.

A metallic taste rose in her throat, and she gritted her teeth and swallowed it back.

can't stop.

The lightning in this godforsaken place is completely unpredictable. The longer it lingers, the greater the chance it will attract even more violent lightning strikes due to the influence of the surrounding energy.

She struggled to regulate her internal energy, trying to draw a trace of the thin, equally unruly lightning-attribute spiritual energy from this turbulent world.

The spiritual energy entering the body brought a sharp, stinging pain, like tiny blades scraping against the meridians.

More cold sweat seeped from her forehead, and her lips were pressed into a pale line.

Become stronger.

This was the only thought that sustained her as she traversed the sea of ​​stars, endured the tearing of space, and ultimately fell into this desolate place.

The path she seeks is not one of gentle breezes and bright moonlight, but one of eradicating evil and purifying filth, requiring the most fierce, violent, and righteous power.

Lei, that's exactly it.

Slightly relieved, Su Xiaoya was about to get up and continue searching for that elusive "opportunity" in this thunderous wasteland when the light above her head suddenly dimmed.

This was not caused by dark clouds.

Instead, it was a net woven from lightning, like a giant canopy in the sky, that gathered together without warning and pressed down heavily.

Thunderstorm!

It was larger and more solid than any it had encountered before. The lightning within it was no longer bluish-white, but rather faintly revealed a chilling deep purple, like the eyes of a demon, exuding endless pressure.

escape!

The moment this thought arose, her body shot out like an arrow before her consciousness could even register it.

However, although she was fast, the lightning net enveloped her even faster!

In an instant, the heavens and earth were filled with deafening thunder. Countless purple lightning bolts broke free from the lightning net, like a group of furious dragons, lashing down with their claws out, tearing the air and leaving behind long-lasting pale marks, like scars on the earth, shocking to the eye.

Su Xiaoya pushed her movement technique to its limit, dodging and weaving among the jagged rocks, like a leaf about to shatter in a storm.

A bolt of purple lightning grazed past his shoulder, instantly turning his shoulder guard to ashes. His skin was torn open, and the smell of burnt flesh mixed with the stench of blood rushed into his nostrils.

Another blow aimed straight at her back. She parried with her sword, but the sword rang out with a mournful clang and flew out of her hand. She was thrown forward by the force of the blow, her back burning.

Before despair could spread, not far ahead, in a pile of rubble flickering with lightning, a strange color caught the eye.

It's...purple!

Unlike the violent and intense purple of lightning, this purple appeared softer and deeper, like a fine piece of silk, yet it seemed to be trembling slightly.

Hidden beneath a pile of broken stones, a small section of a body is faintly visible, covered with delicate and gorgeous purple scales.

However, these scales have now lost their former luster, becoming dull and lifeless, and in many places they have curled, burned, and cracked, thus revealing the flesh beneath.

It was curled up tightly, with only a very slight rise and fall in its chest, as if to tell people that its flame of life had not yet been completely extinguished.

Upon closer inspection, it appears to be a young wild animal.

Its appearance is somewhat similar to a small leopard, but its head has a dragon-like shape, and a twisted lightning rune that is almost completely dissipated is embedded in the center of its forehead.

Furthermore, its slender tail now hung limply on the stone, with only a tiny spark occasionally emanating from its tip, followed by a soft crackling sound before falling silent again.

So here's the question—judging from the extremely faint sparks of electricity emanating from the tip of this mysterious creature's tail, we can deduce that it is an indigenous being.

But how did the native inhabitants of this strange planet, filled with lightning power, also suffer such severe damage in this terrifying thunderstorm?

Su Xiaoya's mind raced.

What caused this thunderstorm?

Is raging thunder and lightning the norm on this planet? Or is there another reason?

Is this thunderbolt aimed at this cub?

To save or not to save?

If you can't even take care of yourself, how can you take care of others?

but……

The young beast's eyes, the moment her gaze met them, opened with great difficulty, revealing not a trace of ferocity, but only a deathly murky look and a primal, desperate thirst for life.

Su Xiaoya had seen too many looks like that.

Before she resolved to pursue the path of "slaying evil," amidst the ruins of those ravaged villages.

Another wave of lightning roared down like a silver dragon, sending debris flying. One piece, like a cannonball, slammed into her side, causing excruciating pain.

In a flash, she suddenly found the strength from who knows where, and pounced forward like a cheetah, rolling to the pile of rubble. Ignoring the sharp edges of the rubble, she frantically dug through it with both arms!

More purple bodies were revealed, covered in wounds, a truly gruesome sight.

The cub seemed to want to move, but it didn't even have the strength to lift its eyelids.

Su Xiaoya carefully took it out; it felt extremely light, as if it were just a skeleton and a broken skin.

Just then, at the very center of the lightning net overhead, a dense, almost liquid, purplish-black lightning began to brew, its destructive aura like the scythe of death, firmly locking onto this small area.