After faking her death in interstellar space, the powerful woman disguised herself as a man and went

The transmission process was quite magical.

As soon as Leng Ran stepped into the portal, she landed on the solid ground of the nameless planet. The portal was like an extremely thin cave, twisting the two spaces together.

As far as the eye could see, there were mountains of garbage, emitting an unbearable stench under the scorching sun. For a moment, Leng Ran felt as if she had returned to that hellish world.

After a calm inspection, finding no one else, he quickly opened the bag under the cover of the garbage mountain, took out a tattered cloth bag and slung it across his body. Inside were two packs of compressed biscuits and a small bottle of water.

Leng Ran took out a small fruit knife, tied it tightly to the outside of his thigh, then put down his long coat to cover it, and smeared some boiler ash he had prepared earlier on his face, hair, and clothes. Then, with a heavy heart, he mixed his bag of luggage into a mountain of garbage and left behind a static mental coordinate.

This is a new skill that Leng Ran and the silver-haired man learned: leaving a mark that only they can perceive, making it easier to find hidden items. However, given Leng Ran's abilities, this range cannot exceed ten kilometers, otherwise the coordinates will disappear.

He closed his eyes coldly, his mental energy spreading out in a net-like pattern, instantly widening his field of vision. Following the paths among the numerous garbage mountains, he finally found tire tracks in the yellow mud, likely left by a garbage truck.

Leng Ran followed the tire tracks for about half an hour before finally leaving the garbage dump.

Outside the landfill are the dwellings of many scavengers. The better-off scavengers will build thatched huts that let in drafts from all sides, or lay a layer of burlap as a rain shelter to block out the scorching sun.

The less fortunate scavengers had only a door panel to use as a bed. At this time, most of the scavengers were not at home, and the remaining few were fast asleep, unaware of Leng Ran.

Leng Ran walked lightly around the area, noticing several thatched huts clustered together that stood out. Compared to the dilapidated shacks around them, these five thatched huts were remarkably exquisite.

Just like in the post-apocalyptic world, most shelters have a management team that distributes all the supplies using either formidable force or exceptional cunning. The owner of these rooms is likely the highest-ranking person among the scavengers in this area.

After walking along the widest road for about fifteen minutes, I saw a street with quite a few people on the yellow sand.

The shops on both sides of the street are houses built of cement and bricks, selling all sorts of things, including weapons, vehicles, spare parts of unknown purpose, food, and so on.

In the middle of the area, there were also many small stalls selling items that were still intact and had been picked up from garbage dumps, or materials obtained from hunting strange beasts.

Star S-03-07 is frequently visited by strange beasts. In the absence of an army stationed there, some people with high physical strength form teams to hunt these beasts and exchange their fur, teeth, and other items for rewards. These people are collectively known as "beast hunters".

People come and go on the street, trading all sorts of goods.

After observing for a while, I realized that the food here was extremely precious. A 5kg piece of ordinary metal, after being smelted, could only be exchanged for a soft bread roll. And finding and successfully refining metal waste in the garbage mountain required a great deal of luck.

Her eyes darkened. It seemed that food shortages were a major problem on the nameless planet. With the presence of hunters, it was often not the strange beasts that killed the inhabitants, but hunger.

In the apocalypse, when people are starving, they will do things that violate human nature, even cannibalism.

Leng Ran walked along the street, observing the transactions between people, and gained a general understanding of the prices here.

5kg的普通金属=100星币，5kg稀有金属=1000星币，E级异兽的皮毛牙齿等=100星币，D级则是1000星币。

Most passersby only glanced at the thin child and then looked away. In their eyes, such a child would soon starve to death without adults around, or even become food for cannibals.

Leng Ran quickly noticed a gaze different from that of the other pedestrians—a little boy wearing some protective gear, with a cloth bag tied around his waist and carrying an unidentified object wrapped in strips of cloth on his back, always following behind him on his right, maintaining a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

She walked into a bakery without making a sound.

Despite being called a bakery, it only sells the hardest and coarsest black bread, which is much cheaper than soft bread. One hundred star coins can be exchanged for four loaves of hard black bread, and most poor people choose to come here to buy bread to fill their stomachs.

At this time, there were still a few customers in the not-so-large shop.

"Boss, two black bars, please." A thin man shakily took out a small piece of metal in exchange for bread.

The shopkeeper weighed the metal, then threw two loaves of black bread on the ground. The man hurriedly picked them up; this was likely his rations for several days.

The burly-faced boss quickly noticed Leng Ran. He was sitting in a wooden rocking chair, which made a series of grating noises. "Hey kid, do you have any money? If not, get lost."

With a feigned troubled expression, she unpacked her small cloth bag, muttering under her breath, "I have a big treasure..."

Then his expression became increasingly conflicted: "Maybe... forget it."

Leng Ran put the bag back on her back, inadvertently revealing a corner of a mineral water bottle, which the shop owner happened to see. She then turned and walked outside.

"Wait a minute," the boss called out to Leng Ran. "Kid, I'll trade you ten black bars for what's in your bag."

"I'm not changing it. I'm not changing it." Leng Ran shook her head and quickly left the bakery. A few minutes later, two burly men came out from the backyard of the bakery and chased after Leng Ran in the direction she had left.

The fish took the bait. Just like in the apocalypse, clean water was indeed a very scarce commodity. Leng Ran chuckled as he walked briskly through the crowd, heading towards a path not far away.

It's a dead end, which suits her perfectly!

The path was lined with miscellaneous items and some awnings, which looked like the dwellings of some scavengers. Leng Ran used the pile of debris as a foothold, leaped onto the roof, drew the fruit knife from his leg, and twirled it in his hand.

Leng Ran was once a master of melee weapons in the base, and was ranked as one of the top ten masters in the apocalypse with a long dagger called "Silver Moon".

These lightweight melee weapons are her favorite; even an ordinary fruit knife can become a deadly weapon in Leng Ran's hands.

Under cold stares, the two thugs also walked into the alley. The boy who had been secretly following them earlier also hurried over.

"Where's that brat?" one of them asked, looking around at the piles of junk.

"Let's split up and search, you on the left and I on the right."

The two began kicking and punching the surrounding pile of clutter, trying to find Leng Ran.

"You little brat, you're really good at hiding! Come out now and hand over the stuff, or I'll spare your life!" One of the thugs cursed and kicked over a trash can.

"Let him go." A clear and firm voice rang out.

The boy looked to be about the same age as Leng Ran. He was thin and carried an unidentified weapon wrapped in strips of cloth. His metal armor, covered in yellow sand, gleamed in the sunlight, and his tanned skin also shone with a healthy glow.

He sported a head of messy chestnut-brown short hair, and beneath the wispy bangs on his forehead, a pair of amber wolf eyes revealed a sharp intent as he stared at the two thugs in front of him like they were prey.

"Isn't this the wolf cub? What, instead of following the old wolf to kill beasts and sell them for money, you're here to show off your heroism?" one of the thugs shouted. "We'll leave you alone for the sake of the old wolf. You're not to meddle in this."

"Don't force me to take action." The boy's lips were pressed into a straight line, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"Hahahaha, this wolf cub is pretty wild. Come on, make your move. We're not afraid." The two thugs stopped searching and surrounded the boy, looking down at him with hostile expressions.

While the two were still laughing, the boy gripped the hilt of the knife, rushed in front of one of them, and swung his hand to slash at the other's waist. The tattered cloth fluttered in the wind, and the dark, glossy blade could be vaguely seen beneath it.

Although the boy used the back of the knife, it still caused the other person to feel a sharp pain, making him wince and bend over. Seeing this, the other person kicked the boy, but kicked the knife that the boy was using as a shield. He cursed under his breath and withdrew his foot. The boy used the momentum to take a few steps back, putting distance between himself and the two men again.

"Let her go, and I'll let you go." The boy, knife in hand, confronted the two thugs, who were writhing in pain, once again.

“Yes, yes, we’ll go right away.” One of the thugs winked at the other.

The boy slightly stepped aside to let them pass, planted the knife in the ground, his hand still gripping the hilt, and his gaze never leaving the two thugs.

Leng Ran, who had been watching the show from the rooftop, stood up, stretched his wrists, and simultaneously braced himself with his feet.

"Not bad, but still naive, little wolf cub." Leng Ran smiled, but his eyes were cold.