How Am I Still Alive?

"How long can I live?"

When mortals fall into the abyss, sometimes dying quickly is a pretty good decision.

For Su Wenbing in the cage, today is really a nightmare. As a marginalized professional, he regards this "test" as an opportunity, as a possibility to be able to enter a bigger stage.

His talent and abilities are good, so he has embarked on the path of a professional, but unlike the professional school, he just took a short-term training class and started the horse for the first two years. The speed is almost as fast, and it is more vaguely based on the earlier accumulation of actual combat, occupying the lead in comprehensive combat strength and work experience.

But after a few more years, he obviously felt that he was struggling, and those "student soldiers" who were weaker than him in the past walked in front of him one by one.

At that time, he was still a little puzzled and even uneasy. Could it be that he was really worse than the one born in Keban? There should be no essential difference between myself and those students, they just wasted more time in school.

Later, he was sure that it was actually him who was superficial. That was because those students had acquired the methods of "learning" and "progressing" in the 'university'.

It is better to teach people to fish than to teach them to fish. The training mechanism of universities and colleges is limited in what they can teach in two or three years. However, through systematic, tutor-oriented and standardized training, those students have laid a solid foundation, They also mastered the methods of self-training and improving learning. Simply put, they are still very "self-disciplined" after graduation.

The self-disciplined ones go to run and exercise every day, the self-disciplined ones read and study every day, and the self-disciplined ones regularly communicate with their tutors and classmates to discuss the latest opportunities and intelligence. They try to change themselves and become better.

And those ordinary professionals are actually "lucky ones" in all aspects, and many of them regard themselves as cheating players like the protagonists of comics.

They often have quite good professional abilities, live a high-risk life, hold a high income, and are drunk in various senses. Most of them may pursue power, but they lack the ability to improve through daily stability. "habit" and "stability".

Of course, what is more important in a certain aspect is the network of contacts established during college, which will bring great help to the career of professionals.

In short, Su Wenbing is not a special case. After his talent awakened, because he was a lucky genius, he stepped into the field of professionals and wasted his talent and time extravagantly. When he found something was wrong, he was powerless to change it. When all his eyes are fixed on the happy life in front of him, he naturally has no future.

"...I didn't expect it, is this the end of me? I shouldn't have come out to gamble once, no, I shouldn't have tried to save people."

Wen Bing was lying on the ground, half of his face had been completely mutated, weird horns hovered over his head, the most deadly thing was that the lower part should have invaded his brain.

Killing, conquering, killing. Many thoughts kept washing away his little reason.

He knew that if he went on like this, he would become a monster sooner or later.

He picked up the dagger, trying to end himself, at least, not turning into a walking corpse like "Little Son", but when the blade was on his neck, he stopped again.

".Maybe, I can hold on."

"Maybe, I can still save."

"Uh, maybe someone will come to rescue us soon, and the rescue team above should set off."

He used various reasons to convince himself that this was not the last moment. But until the end, the knife still did not stab.

When he finally found that his body was no longer in control and his brain was completely out of control. He could no longer hold a dagger.

It seemed that something was being born from his own body, but was it still him?

It stopped him, it was about to become his master.

In the end, he could only lie there, sighing helplessly and sadly.

"Am I a half-baked guy even at the last moment?"

Even, because he was too desperate and helpless, he didn't even notice the big battle.

He just lay there, blood and tears kept flowing, waiting for the last moment.

"boom!"

Suddenly, the chained door opened.

An outrageous black knight armor appeared in front of him. He was so huge that he could hold the cage with just one palm.

And its power and arrogance are far superior to the monster I saw before.

When he thought he was about to change his master or die.

"Shhhhhh."

Accompanied by the sound of steam puffing, the armor disintegrated by itself, and a boy slipped out of it.

There is no sign of mutation on his body, and he is dressed more than the neighbor's everyday, and he smiles more like a sunny boy next door.

But what he said instantly shattered everyone's psychology.

"It's all right, because... I'm here."

——

"You are saved"

Opening the cage, Lu Pingan harvested a bunch of unlucky eggs.

Their condition is very bad, many people probably can't wait for the arrival of rescue wounds is only one aspect, "abyss pollution" is the most dangerous.

Originally, even in a relatively deep area, there was no reason for it to deteriorate so quickly, but the prisoner's strange cage accelerated the rate of erosion and assimilation.

Most of them have not yet started to become "children", but they have already experienced varying degrees of abyss demonization, which is quite troublesome to deal with even on Earth.

".Don't bother, we're hopeless"

But here, in the ubiquitous abyss environment, they are like a wound that has been bitten open, and all kinds of messy "bacteria" swarm in.

Once the pollution level of the monsterization level is reached, it is almost impossible to think about it, um, almost.

"It's okay, I'm here."

Lu Pingan calmly dropped a "deferred payment". After the first third of the unlucky ones didn't work well, they immediately changed to one sixth.

In an instant, they were all fine.

But this alone is still not enough. They have been eroded by the prisoner of the abyss for a long time, and they still have the brand of the abyss on their bodies, and the "pollution" will increase again soon.

"... Sign a non-disclosure agreement after entering. If you don't sign it, you will die on your own when you come out."

Lu Pingan sent out invitations one by one, and sent the wounded in front of him into the courtyard.

In such a highly polluted environment, Road Ping An's "mobile logistics base" that can operate independently is simply a killer.

This is also the fundamental reason why Xia Qinhui thinks that Lu Ping An can save people. Most of the time, Lu Ping An can use "Pack and Run" at any time, making everyone in the know cry with envy.

At least Guan Xinxian is really envious of this super rescue base, which is much easier to use than his "Ark".

".Thank you, you are." The man in front of him had half of his face mutated, with blood and tears all over his face, yet he still persisted and struggled.

He can still talk like this, and Lu Pingan also admires his desire to survive and his strength.

"safe trip."

"Safe trip? Sure enough." It seems that Lu Ping'an can now be regarded as the shadow of a famous tree.

The man nodded struggling, as if trying to remember.

Figures disappeared in place one by one, and Lu Pingan also completed the first wave of rescue. He had never seen these people when he was on the field before, so the two sides should not be in the same area.

This also made him breathe a sigh of relief. There should not be many old acquaintances among the victims this time.

"Come on, let's see what's going on."