Mermaid Throne

There was another homicide on Cross Street.

People fleeing in panic ran halfway and couldn't help looking back at the victim who was lying in a pool of blood. However, the murderer standing aside with a long knife raised his eyes and made them run away screaming.

"What are you looking at? Are you still leaving?" The arrogant murderer swung the blade, blood splashed onto the pancake stand by the side of the road, and the shopkeeper who closed the door hid behind the door, trembling with fear.

The bustling street instantly became deserted, and the man who committed the crime in broad daylight was not obstructed in any way, but continued to wander the street triumphantly.

"My pancakes." The young people who were locked together looked at the pancakes on the baking tray outside with displeasure. The originally fresh and delicious pancakes gradually turned black and charred after being over-baked.

"I don't want to charge you, that's fine!" The shopkeeper was so frightened that he quickly stopped him, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, "There are those devils outside, you go out now, don't talk about eating pancakes, you will only turn into meatloaf! "

The young man raised his eyebrows. "What's the origin of these guys? Don't people care about killing people in the street?" Although many places along the coast are now controlled by gangsters, it's quite rare for them to be so blatant.

"Care? They are the managers themselves!" The store manager gritted his teeth angrily, "In the past two years, the number of troops stationed here has decreased, and the gang leaders have simply encircled their own princely states here. There are five gangs here, and one of the leaders is an evolutionary person, and the others are either power-type subraces or regulars of God of Fighting Tournament." The store manager wiped his face, trying to suppress his anger, "These people are too Don't take our lives seriously. Sometimes I even think..." At this point, he broke off again suddenly.It seemed that he was afraid that if he continued to speak, he would cause trouble, so the store manager quickly shut up.

"Even think it's better to let mermaids rule?" The young man finished the sentence for him indifferently.

The store manager looked at him with surprise and vigilance. This young man from other places didn't know his identity, but he dared to say such words that could easily lead to death in front of outsiders.

The young man sat on the table, looked at the guy who swaggered away from the scene outside, and said indifferently: "There are not many places ruled by mermaids. Now there are three mermaid city-states along the coast. I think it will be very difficult to go and see them."

The shop owner thought that this was the first thing you started, so he followed his words: "Although I used to hate mermaids, but now, I don't look down on ordinary people. At least the mermaid can provide more resources. How many treasures are hidden in the ocean, we guard the sea, but we can only buy ingredients produced by the same mold in the factory. Sigh..."

"This is a world where the weak prey on the strong. If you can't survive in your own camp, there is nothing shameful to seek refuge with your former enemies." The young man put his backpack on his back and pushed open the store door before the store manager stopped him.

No one dared to come out on the street yet, only a bloody victim lay at the intersection, his whole body began to convulse.

The young man picked up the half-burnt pancake with a spatula, tore off the charred part, bit the remaining half, walked around the blood man on the ground, and walked in another direction.

"Save me..." The blood man stretched out his hand tremblingly, wanting to grab the last ray of hope.

The young man's footsteps paused, and when he bent down, he heard low exclamations from the hidden places around him.

He squatted down and inspected the blood man's wound, but instead of taking his hand, he just covered his eyes. "You won't live long, go to sleep." After finishing speaking, he covered the man's eyelids and suppressed the other party's movement when the other party was twitching and struggling with the last bit of strength. After a while, he saw The blood man finally slowly stiffened his body, and his chest stopped rising and falling.

When the young man straightened up and was about to leave, there were already two vicious men standing in front of him.

"Mind your own business. Get out of here." One of them warned, and the other dragged the body and walked towards the suburbs.

The young man ignored their threat, just looked at his blood-stained palm, frowned, took out an expired flyer of the God of Fighting Competition from his pocket, wiped the blood off his hand, and threw it behind him.

This was the God of Fighting Tournament three months ago. When the young man saw this flyer, more than a month had passed since the registration period.

He wasted a month without finding a way to get into the mermaid city-state, and was forced to lie in a private sanatorium for a month because of the relapse of his old injury. When he came out of the information-isolated place, he realized that he had missed the registration again.

The young man was not too sad. This spring was not in his best condition. The old injury that dragged on for four years broke out suddenly this year. Going on stage in such a state will only lead to failure.

Although the city was chaotic, it was just right for a vagrant like him to live temporarily.

"Three hundred gold a month, water and electricity are taken care of by oneself, and that's all the furniture," the landlady leaned against the door coquettishly with a cigarette holder in her mouth, looking at this young man with a handsome appearance but sharp eyes, "Accordingly, I need you Go to the management office to register the lease information by yourself, and if it is inconvenient to show your ID card, you will be charged [-] gold for a month."

The young man glanced at the old house that was considered to be a barren house, and smiled at the landlady: "Sister, the fifty gold will be exempted?"

His voice was a bit deep, and the "sister" made the landlady in her 30s very happy, and finally couldn't help asking: "You look good, why did you become a refugee?"

Generally, those who cannot produce an ID card, except for wanted criminals, are refugees. However, in this era, refugees have a hard time without the protection of the government. This young man in front of him looks very young, but he is actually a refugee?

After handing over the key to him, the landlady took the opportunity to touch the young man's face, but the young man didn't hide, but endured the other party's harassment with a smile on his face. "I live in Building No. [-] on the Second Street..." The woman who was let off by the other party exhaled like blue, and approached him from the most perfect angle.

"By the way, what's your name?" The woman's plump breasts were about to lean forward.

"Wang Dahai." The young man finally took a step back, seeing the woman's slightly stiff expression with an unchanged smile. "The king of the king, the sea of ​​the sea. Mom said it was a good name."

"...Haha." Thinking that she must change her name on the bed, the woman finally left the rental house gracefully.

Wang Dahai, also known as Tao Yiran, immediately wiped his cheek with his sleeve that still smelled of perfume after the door closed.

Four years of wandering turned a boy into a young man. At first, he dragged his scarred body from the mechanical city to the surrounding satellite cities, and chose a small coastal village to live in for two years.In that small fishing village, which seriously lacks smart tools and attention from the world, he lives a life almost isolated from the world.When the wounds on his body were almost healed, he went north along the coastline aimlessly.

Starting again, he didn't know where his end was.

Maybe he died on the stage of the next God of War competition.

Perhaps, he died in a dispute.

Or maybe, he just died quietly on the way to find meaning in such a daze.

But in the end, there will be no second person by your side.