Colonial Suit

Section 10: Awakening (This chapter is free)

The dark clouds in the sky gradually thinned, and a rare ray of sunlight quietly洒向 the earth. This is a rare good weather day on planet x35.

In the vast wasteland, a lizard cautiously poked its head out of its 'cave'. It sneakily sized up a small sand rat not far away, its neighbor. The lizard had been watching it for a long time. The weather was good today, and the little sand rat had also come out to forage for food. The lizard was gratified to see that its wait had not been in vain.

A black dot gradually appeared on the distant horizon, and the sound of a motor faintly carried over. The little sand rat alertly perked up its ears, its small eyes quickly looking in that direction. It still held a sand silkworm egg in its two small front paws.

The black dot on the horizon grew closer and closer. The sound of the motor gradually increased, and it could be seen that it was a motley 'mess' of a convoy. Leading the way was a dilapidated truck, shaking and spewing black smoke. It was covered in all sorts of colorful patterns. This was a very common caravan in the wasteland, filled with free people looking for settlements and merchants traveling to trade. This rare good weather was the best time for the caravan to travel.

The convoy slowly approached, and a clear vibration came from the sand. Just as the little sand rat was about to flee, the lizard suddenly pounced on it from behind like lightning, catching it in its mouth in one bite. Then, it quickly dragged its prey back into its 'cave' and disappeared.

"Sister, look, look! That little guy is so fast!" A little boy on top of the dilapidated truck at the front of the caravan happened to see this scene and couldn't help but shout. Beside him was a little girl wearing a coarse cloth skirt. Judging from their clothes, they were probably free people common in the wasteland.

The little girl was engrossed in fiddling with something. Hearing the little boy's shouting, she didn't even raise her head and said, "Toby, stop making a fuss. You've been shouting many times along the way. Is the wasteland that fun?"

"But, Sister Sarah..." The little boy turned his head, revealing a happy smile. "Even if it's not fun, it's better than the lifeless settlement. We waited a long time to catch a weather good enough to travel. Of course, we have to take a good look."

The little boy was very beautiful, his radiant blond hair made him look like a golden-haired doll. Adding a pair of sapphire-like eyes, he would definitely be a very attractive noble young master if he were in high society. The little girl was also very beautiful. Although she was wearing a simple coarse cloth skirt, it was cut to fit her perfectly. Her blond hair, as radiant as the little boy's, hung smoothly over her shoulders, like a golden waterfall.

Hearing the little boy's innocent words, the little girl smiled slightly and continued to lower her head to fiddle with the thing in her hands. It was a wooden mortar, and the contents had already been mashed into a paste.

"Speaking of which, although the wilderness of this world is very dangerous, there are always people who like to take risks. That guy is also that kind of person, right?"

"Sister, are you talking about that big brother?" The little boy blinked his pure big eyes and asked in a low voice.

He knew that person. They had picked him up a few days ago when they passed an abandoned 'oasis'. He probably fainted by the water pit of the 'oasis' in search of water. His body was covered in dirty mud, and there were many terrible scars.

The wilderness is a dangerous place. There are terrible mutated creatures everywhere. The man was able to run from the settlement to such a distant abandoned 'oasis' on his own. The little boy Toby also admired him. So, he and his sister moved the man into the truck together. He didn't care about the dirty mud on the other person's body. Anyone who worked in the wild knew how to deal with 'contamination'. However, his injuries were terrible. The most serious were his hands, which even had broken finger bones. God knows how he survived. However, with the care of the two siblings, the man's life was saved.

All of this was thanks to Sarah. Sarah was a pharmacist. This profession was very popular in the apocalypse. Every caravan or settlement must have a pharmacist as their basic guarantee in case of danger in the wild. Because only pharmacists can find herbs useful to humans from the mutated plants that are everywhere in the apocalypse.

Of course, the fact that Sarah and her brother had a good position in this caravan was also related to Sarah's profession.

Sarah moved quickly, and in a short while, she had prepared the potion in her hand. She looked up at the little boy Toby and revealed a gentle smile.

"I'm going to apply the medicine for him. You stay here for a while and then go back. The pollution in the wild is quite serious. Even you can't expose your skin for too long."

"I know, Sister," the little boy answered impatiently, still greedily looking outside. "But I really like the feeling of exposing myself to the sunlight. It's so warm and comfortable. You can't experience it in the settlement."

"That's because we haven't reached a big city yet. There are many big cities in this world whose facilities have not been destroyed. The facilities there are very complete. You can breathe filtered fresh air and drink clean pure water. As long as you have money."

"But we don't have money, do we?"

"That's right," Sister Sarah sighed. "I'm sorry, Toby."

"It's not your fault, Sister," the little boy gently comforted Sarah. "I'm lucky enough to have you by my side. Sister, you are my greatest wealth. I love you."

"I love you too, dear. But that's not a reason for you to procrastinate. You must go back to the carriage. I don't want to spend more time cleaning up the pollution for you at night. That's supposed to be done by yourself."

"Got it, Sister," the little boy playfully stuck out his tongue. Then, he glanced outside reluctantly again and returned to the carriage.

Sarah sighed and walked towards the carriage with the mortar in her hand.

Speaking of which, Sarah's position in this caravan was not bad. Not only did she live in the most well-equipped truck, but she also had a separate compartment in the carriage. Although this compartment was very simple and only had less than two square meters, Sarah was already very satisfied. You must know that most people only had a place to sit in order to have a place in the caravan.

Now, a man was lying in her compartment. His clothes had been taken off by her, and his naked body was covered in scars. There were also many fresh wounds. The most conspicuous of which were his hands, which were twisted into a strange shape. Pale bone stubs could even be seen at the broken skin.

Beside the man was a pair of dilapidated boxing gloves. That was the only valuable thing he had on him. But now, they were also covered in the man's blood.

Sarah quietly walked into the compartment to apply medicine to the man.

She was very careful. Every inch of the man's scars was smeared with ointment. Especially his hands, Sarah didn't know what kind of battle could cause such terrible damage to the man in front of her. But he was obviously a brave warrior. The most severely injured area was his hands, which meant he had been fighting hard.

The man's hands were severely injured. If it were in a normal place, they would definitely be beyond saving. But it was different in Sarah's hands. She was a pharmacist, and a very good pharmacist. Sarah didn't know what level she should be considered according to the guild's assessment. But after wandering in the caravan for so long, she didn't know how many people's lives she had pulled back. So, she was fully confident in curing the man's hands. The only thing that made her headache was the other party's condition.

The man was running a persistent high fever. This symptom was nothing to Sarah, but strangely, Sarah couldn't find the reason for the man's high fever. This was a bit troublesome. According to Sarah's common sense, if such a high fever continued for a few more days, even a good person would be cooked, let alone the man in front of her with scars all over his body. Although his body was as strong as an ox, he couldn't withstand the continuous high fever. Sarah decided that if the man still couldn't wake up in a few days, she would throw him away.

The pharmacist's skills were important, but herbs were also valuable in this world. Sarah didn't plan to waste her precious herbs on a man who was destined to die.

After applying the last bit of ointment to the man's hands, Sarah gently placed a bag of ice on the man's forehead. Ice was a very luxurious item. Even ice made from sewage was not something people of this era should enjoy. So, Sarah was very economical when using these ice cubes. She wouldn't waste a single drop. After doing these things, she stood up and walked out of the compartment.

The compartment door closed, turning this small space into another world.

The truck bumped along, still slowly moving forward. With the shaking of the truck, Bloodshot felt like he was having a dream.

He dreamed that he suddenly came to a chaotic and boundless planetary battlefield, becoming a monster wearing heavy armor. His armor was different from the armor he had seen before. The appearance was more slender and healthy, and the function was more powerful. With the support of this armor, he was infinitely powerful. A punch could shatter a concrete wall forty centimeters thick. He was as light as a swallow and could move like a gust of wind. The armor felt weightless when worn. He was so strong that he never seemed to feel tired. He kept charging in a chaotic battlefield. In front of him were enemies wearing various armors. There were many armors among them. But those armors that usually seemed invincible became as fragile as paper in front of him. He could even tear them apart with his hands. The most powerful thing was that a section of blue light blade grew on the outer edge of each of his arms. The light blade was as sharp as a knife, and no enemy could block it for a moment. Bloodshot used this pair of light blades to traverse the battlefield, killing countless people.

A powerful force roared in his body, and countless blood bloomed in front of him. Bloodshot only felt as if he had become an invincible demon god, possessing inexhaustible power. He frantically attacked every life he saw, tearing the other party into pieces with fists, light knives, and claws. Gradually, blood accumulated into lakes under his feet, and corpses piled up into mountains. There were fewer and fewer enemies who dared to attack him. In the end, everyone dared not face him anymore. Bloodshot stood alone on a mountain of corpses, watching the enemies surrender at his feet.

At this time, Bloodshot habitually looked at his hands, only to be stunned to find that his hands were actually wearing those tattered boxing gloves.

With a shock in his heart, Bloodshot woke up from his dream...