From star abyss

Li Ozi didn't ask too much. He had done this task many times. Van Lenkov will become one of the most familiar maps for players in the future.

"Yesterday Was Spring", as one of the most classic tasks in Layer Abyss, its generous rewards, clear task process and evocative plot make it an impressive task for players.

Unlike Gurant's situation where the country was almost destroyed because of his own weakness, Van Renkov's plot is very complicated, and it is almost impossible to find one side is righteous and which side is evil.

If you start as the Van Renkov Alien, this quest will become the main quest.

However, the six endings of the main plot are all ‘bad endings’ in the literal sense.

No matter which ending it is, Van Renkov will head to the abyss of no return.

Li Ozi negotiated a cooperation with Nikita, the protagonist of the mission. In order to show his sincerity, Li Ozi took out a huge sum of 500 ammonium and gave it to Nikita to purchase the necessary supplies.

"so much?!"

Nikita's eyes widened when she saw the ammonium transferred to her account.

"This is just the standard market price. The average income of most free mercenaries in Valkyrie Fortress is this."

Li Ozi disagreed.

"Standard quotes?"

As soon as these words came out, Nikita wanted to laugh. He complained in front of this foreigner with hatred:

"The Ruta, Van Lenkov's official currency, has depreciated to 1:97.85 million and is still falling."

He waved the terminal, feeling mixed in his heart.

"I'm going to make some other preparations. We'll meet at Medlow House tonight."

As soon as Li Aozi finished speaking, his figure disappeared.

Nikita stayed in place for a few minutes, until she heard Verazzi's employees patrolling downstairs, then she quickly packed up her things and quietly left the place.

It's all so unreal.

500 ammonium gold is not a big number. In the battles he has participated in, he can often harvest nearly 5,000 ammonium gold in one battle, which is enough to feed a family.

The result is now, haha.

Nikita was wrapped in a coat and walked through the streets in a hurry. Since the mercenary city-state has no atmosphere, it won't snow in Vanrenkov in winter. The dry cold wind takes away the moisture and heat from the body, giving people a dull feeling of being anxious and dry. .

The gray streets were desolate and indifferent, with a few pedestrians vaguely visible, or civilians returning from looting shops with sticks and weapons.

Verazzi cut off the supply of weapons, which is a good thing in a sense.

Nikita remembered a joke: Why do primitive people beat other people's heads with sticks?

Answer: Because they don't have guns.

Nikita put his hands in his pockets, lowered his head and passed by the gangsters waving chains and sticks. Although he knew that the ammonium gold was stored in the cloud, Nikita still subconsciously squeezed the phone tightly, his expression relaxed and Sad, does not look like a person with a lot of money.

"Fuck! What a bunch of poor people. I'm going to starve to death. I can't even find a piece of chocolate."

A Van Lenkov alien with antlers and a cat face was carrying steel bars, with eyes drooping like squid, and he kept yelling.

"Say less and look at this place again." His companion bumped into Nikita without any courtesy. Nikita staggered and subconsciously turned his head and glanced back.

"Look at your grandma?! Get out of here, you damn old man!"

A chained alien cursed loudly, picked up an aluminum can and threw it at him.

"Go away! You old fools should commit suicide. Living is a waste of air."

Nikita lowered his head to dodge the throws and watched as the gangsters smashed open the door of the shop, where a female scream and the male owner's roar came from inside.

"Still watching?"

The gangster raised his hand, and his left arm immediately turned into a jet of acid, and he spat:

"Stupid idiot, if Kalmetz hadn't insisted on implementing the relief policy, you would have finished your fucking game long ago, get out!"

Snap!

The glass of the shop was smashed, and several aliens who had been hungry and thirsty rushed in immediately. Soon there were sounds of beatings and screams.

Nikita said nothing, turned his head and left quickly.

It took him a long time to turn left and right. When he returned to his residence, the chest and abdomen of the coat were obviously bulging.

After unlocking the door and opening the door, the ceiling of the dilapidated old house was exposed. The bonfire had been extinguished for a long time. He went up to clean it up, then picked up wooden boards and table and chair legs from the side and stuffed them in. The flames rekindled and grew stronger.

"Did you come back?"

Nikita turned her head, and a small light green figure immediately popped out of the dark corner. She held on to the wall and walked over step by step.

"Rosa, you should go to bed."

"I'm cold." Rosa blinked her gray-white eyes, and her unfocused pupils reflected Nikita's complicated expression. She said bluntly: "The blanket was taken away."

Rosa is different from other tall and burly aliens. Her posture shows an extremely unhealthy childish state. She is as short as a child, and her body has no mutated self-defense organs. Her light green hair hangs on her shoulders, and her childish appearance But his face showed a mature charm that was completely different from his age.

Relying on the weak heat sense, she slowly sat down next to Nikita, groped around, found the teapot, shook it gently, and listened to the sound of water sloshing inside, Rosa immediately laughed:

"There's still water. I'll give you some boiling water right now to warm yourself up."

"Have a rest, Rosa."

Nikita was not good at words, so he raised his hand and pressed gently on Rosa's shoulder, not daring to show any more concern for fear of crushing her deformed and fragile bones.

"I'm not that fragile." Rosa said stubbornly, and Nikita gently brushed her hair without saying a word.

"I'm sorry, Rosa." Nikita didn't dare to look at Rosa's face. He turned away and said, "I went to inquire about it. I'm afraid what Dr. Fox said is right. In the abyss, there is only narrative-level civilization. Only then can this disease be cured..."

"If the price of curing my disease is that you, dad, betray your beloved motherland, then fuck the disease, I won't cure it."

Rosa said:

"I have already lost two children, one died in battle and the other died of starvation. I have nothing to fear."

Nikita did not dare to answer.

He watched his daughter Sola Rosa Nikita grow from a baby to a young and healthy girl, put on a wedding dress, get married, get married and have children, and she originally lived a happy life. But he had to watch her rejuvenate and push back towards the baby step by step.

This genetic disease, called 'hydra syndrome', originated from their ancestors.

A certain ancestor who has never met before, and who doesn't know how long it has been, wants to rise to the abyss for some reason. He comes from the third star abyss: Zhou Yuan.

At that time, people didn't know that the curse of Xingyuan would be inherited, running through the entire family sequence, from generation to generation, endlessly, and they didn't know when it would explode and manifest.

Layer Yuan's curse is very light and has been adapted to by normal people, so it is called no curse.

The curse of Jingyuan will bring distorted vision, hearing and ideas to people, and even make the body become distorted.

Zhou Yuan's curse is more serious, disrupting the body's concept of time and making living things unaware of aging and growth.

The body of living things is very fragile. If there are a few thrombotic plaques on the blood vessel wall, the whole person will not be able to survive. Not to mention that after the concept of time is removed, the wound will not heal over time because it does not know its own hunger and aging. Metabolism is either too fast, or stagnant, or even accumulated in reverse.

Any hormones and drugs require the circulation of the human body. When the concept of time is disrupted, even if the drugs are taken, they will not combine with the cells in the body to have an effect, and they will not even enter the circulation system at all. .

Zhou Yuan's curse is also difficult for those strong people to bear, let alone an ordinary Gamma-level mortal.

Rosa was lucky. Thanks to the bloodline inherited from her ancestors, she did not suffer too much pain. She just couldn't stop the reverse growth. She could eat and drink, but her immune system and body constitution were getting weaker and weaker.

The magic that had been paid to protect her at a high price turned into magic radiation that endangered her life, and she had to waste all her efforts to ask a mage to remove it.

The diseases she had suffered as a child now had to be re-suffered, and the injuries she had suffered had to be healed again.

The implanted lens in the eye had to be removed by a doctor, otherwise the entire eyeball would be squeezed and exploded.

After finally enjoying the acquired light for more than ten years, I immediately returned to the innate darkness.

In fact, Nikita is not afraid of his daughter's illness, he is afraid that he will no longer be able to accompany her as she grows smaller again.

Death and illness are never terrible, not at all. Only poverty is the most terrible thing.

"I didn't find Julian."

Nikita said:

"I don't know where your half-elf husband has gone. This guy... I knew he was unreliable."

"Julian is not that kind of person, you know who he is, dad." Rosa retorted: "The leader of Kalmetz just announced the fleet patrol, and he immediately went to make a living."

"What's the use? If he goes to the battlefield without logistical supplies or weapons, he can only be like dust, scattered in the starry sky. But even if he dies, the country will not be able to pay out pensions now. "

Nikita said angrily:

"His best choice is to stay with you. I still have some relief money. I beg you, just stay at home and grow old. Going out to fight will only empty more wallets."

"Julian is half elf. Elves have good brains. He will definitely find a way."

"hope so."

Nikita fell silent.

The flame burned quietly. Rosa poured water into the small pot. Nikita added biscuits, chocolate and unknown shredded meat to it, mixed it together, and put it on the fire to cook.

The father and daughter cooperated tacitly. Although Rosa's body became smaller and she returned to the blindness she had when she was a child, she immediately burst into energy as soon as she got the kitchen utensils, fully demonstrating the nature of a good wife and mother.

"Dad, do you hate Kalmetz?"

Rosa asked suddenly.

"Kalmetz is a good man. He gives money to the elderly and the families of fallen soldiers."

"I mean, do you hate him?"

"I hate Kalmec because he gives money to the elderly and the families of fallen soldiers."

Nikita's words didn't sound contradictory at all.

"A good person does not mean he is a good leader. Dad, you are clearly a beneficiary of Kalmetz's policies, but you hate Kalmetz - this world is really strange, don't you think?"

"I have no idea."