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

With the money, I bought gene repair drugs from Leiden Pharmacy.

My mother's genetic deterioration was alleviated, and I didn't tell her about my brother. I just pretended that my brother had found a new job and was very busy.

I buried his ashes in a beautiful place, in the pine forest where we used to play as children.

I took on my older brother's responsibilities, continued playing matches, and earned money to support the family.

Unlike before, I abandoned kindness.

I will no longer hold back in the ring. I will not die from kindness. If only one of me and my opponent can survive, it can only be me!

My hands were gradually stained with blood. Innocent or guilty, whoever threatened me, could only die.

And the real culprit who killed my brother—Iron Fist—I will make him pay for his crime in blood.

A year later, I went up to the second basement level, and my opponent was the very person I was looking for revenge against.

I fought him to the death, and I killed him, but I was also dying, collapsing on the ring from exhaustion.

Brother, I've avenged you. Xiaoyue has come to find you.

Before I died, I heard a voice: "Hmm? You're not dead yet. Your will to live is good. Send you to participate in the God-given Program."

I was completely plunged into darkness.

When I woke up again, my injuries had miraculously healed, but this was only the beginning of my hellish life.

I was imprisoned with a group of children whose eyes were filled with fear and despair.

They say that every day a child is taken away and sent into that elevator-like opening, where screams are heard, and the child disappears forever.

No one knew whether death or tomorrow would come first, and the light in their eyes gradually faded.

I tried to escape, but failed. I was beaten up and thrown back into the cell.

I can't give up! My mother is still waiting for me.

As the days went by, fewer and fewer people were left alive.

Finally, it was my turn.

I was injected with a special drug, and then my body felt excruciating pain as if it were being torn apart.

Just as I was beginning to despair, a violent explosion occurred. The white-robed man outside was killed, while I remained unharmed because I was inside the protective shield.

A hole was blown in the ceiling, and after I crawled out despite the pain, I met several other children who had also escaped.

I fled home, but my mother was nowhere to be found. After inquiring, I learned that she had committed suicide because she had lost both my brother and me.

In the end, I am all alone in this sad world, and I have no more attachments.

After suffering from a high fever for several days, I survived and began a life of wandering and hiding. One day, I encountered men in black who came to capture children. I was trapped in an alley with nowhere to escape.

At that moment, I thought, if only I could turn into air and hide away.

Then, I found myself truly becoming "air"—or rather, particles, black, ethereal particles.

I leaned against the shadows, and the other person searched around but, as expected, didn't find me.

It must have been the white-robed man's potion that ultimately turned me into a monster. But, it's alright, at least I'm still alive.

A few years later, the alien beasts in Zone E suddenly rioted in large numbers, and I secretly went to the edge of the area to observe them by using particle transformation.

I saw the poor guy; he was fighting alone to stop the monsters from entering Zone C.

Why is that? Why not save your own life instead of trying to save this decaying wasteland?

A fiery red mech descended from the sky, killing the powerful tiger and saving the poor man.

I overheard their conversation. The pilot of the mecha was the commander of the Ninth Military Region, and he had adopted the poor guy.

The Black family in Block B established an orphanage in Block C to take in all the nameless underage children. They also cooperated with the Crimson Mechs, and every year admissions officers from the Storm Military Academy would come here to select students.

I want a mech like that too! I want to become a mech soldier!

I joined the orphanage, where the children were no different from those I had seen underground.

Their eyes were filled with emptiness and despair. Their souls were dead; I didn't believe they could be brought back to life.

Dean Blake said that the underground arena was extensively damaged during the beast riot, and a large number of white-robed corpses were discovered.

The white-robed men... Every time I think of them, my body begins to tremble slightly.

Dean Black was a very kind man, and he hired several people specifically to take care of the children at the orphanage. Gradually, some children began to speak, recounting their experiences of being imprisoned underground.

The man in white robes, the divinely ordained plan, the tragically murdered children, and the strange equipment inside the exploded stronghold.

Dean Blake gathered a group of people who looked very capable and took them to the place where we were being held.

That day, Dean Blake seemed to be possessed, muttering to himself, "So that's how it is, Mo Ge, is this the truth you've been hiding?"

He then clutched his head, his face full of remorse: "These people are truly depraved... I, Jack, have indirectly become an accomplice."

I heard that Dean Black abandoned his original family business and began trading with people from other planets.

Now that the E area is no longer threatened by advanced alien beasts, the safety level has improved a lot. I was really curious about the battlefield left by the fiery red mech, so I secretly sneaked in.

Now, my particle form can last for five minutes, enough for me to escape if I encounter danger.

There were many charred objects in the forest, some from strange beasts and some from humans.

I examined the human remains; they were wearing some kind of black protective armor that wasn't completely destroyed.

These are the people who chased me and the other children! It seems they died in large numbers in this dense forest.

I feel more relaxed than ever before.

There haven't been any child kidnappings in Area C for a long time, because the black-clad cannibals are dead, and the white-robed devils are dead too.

On the streets, children can finally play freely outside, and this once desolate land seems to have regained some vitality.

I went to the pine forest to pay my respects to my brother and mother, who are buried together. I hope that if they could see this scene in heaven, their spirits would find some comfort.

Dean Blake said that my physical fitness level is expected to break through to level four before I turn 18, reaching the admission standard of Storm Military Academy, where even the poorest are.

Poor bastard, no, Mo Li, see you at Storm Military Academy!

Then I will show you that flowers can bloom even on the last earth!

—End of Volume One: The Nameless One Shines