Chapter 170: When the South Star is chaotic, the Super Beidou appears

The grayish-yellow sky was like a rusted iron plate, pressing heavily on the lifeless earth, as if wanting to crush all vitality.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of metal corrosion and burning engine oil, making people's throats tight and breathing difficult.

In the distance, several strange and huge chimneys stood on the horizon, spitting out thick black smoke, clearly one of the culprits of this environmental pollution.

The guardrails on both sides of the highway seemed to have been brutally destroyed by some kind of heavy machinery, and the ground was covered with broken concrete and twisted steel bars.

Abandoned vehicles were scattered in every direction, their bodies riddled with bullet holes and scars, looking as though they had endured more than one brutal battle.

Occasionally, pedestrians passed by, all in a hurry, with cautious expressions. They carried bright weapons and armor, wearing hemp clothes, fully armed, as if silently declaring that they were not easy to deal with.

Everyone's eyes were dodging, not daring to look directly at each other, and occasional eye contact was quickly moved away, as if afraid of being seen through their inner anxiety.

And when their eyes swept over the one-armed man standing still like a statue by the roadside, they originally wanted to sigh in their hearts, lamenting the chaos of the world and the difficulty of living.

But when they saw his face clearly, they immediately took back their unnecessary sympathy, swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and hurriedly moved their eyes away, pretending they hadn't seen anything.

And the man who was given sympathetic eyes was staring blankly at this moment, his eyes sluggish, as if he had seen some incredible scene—the fried chicken shop he often went to before crossing had actually closed down!

The "Drive-Thru" he visited every time he came back, that "blessed bonfire" in his heart, had now closed down. If it weren't for the dusty, still brightly colored sign hanging shakily, he almost wouldn't recognize this place. Fortunately, there was no blood in the store, and that little blond clerk shouldn't have had any trouble.

However, a question couldn't help but arise in Jia Ji's heart—

"How long have I been gone?"

According to his own memory, the time he left was only a little over half a year, but judging from the drastic changes in the surrounding environment, the Super Beidou world had clearly passed more than half a year.

The atmosphere of the whole world had undergone tremendous changes, suffocatingly oppressive, even more oppressive than the world wrapped in giant stones in "Black Bullet."

The air seemed to have a tight string, which could break at any time, bringing unpredictable consequences. There was gunpowder smell everywhere, as if a bloody conflict would break out in the next second.

Just as Jia Ji took a few deep breaths, barely calmed down, and tried to find correspondence from the scenery in his memory and the broken reality, recognized the direction of his home, and prepared to rush back—

The star cluster in the north of the dome suddenly shone brightly.

He shook all over, his expression changed drastically.

Jia Ji held his breath, looked up at the Ziwei Star hanging in the sky and the Big Dipper serving on the side, carefully examining this ancient astronomical phenomenon.

Seven stars, seven stars arranged in a spoon shape, the Big Dipper!

Dazzling, blinding, eye-catching, dazzling... they were like having life, suddenly blooming with light in the gray sky, as if welcoming someone's return.

The tear glands secreted moisture unconsciously, moisturizing his dry eyeballs.

That was the Big Dipper, seven bright stars arranged in the shape of a spoon, the handle pointing east, spring everywhere under the heavens... However, the temperature Jia Ji felt on his body was by no means spring, and it was even much hotter than the hottest summer he had experienced in the past.

"That is..."

Jia Ji's expression was horrified. When he moved his eyes away from the Big Dipper and turned to look in other directions—the position of the stars in the southern sky was completely different from his memory.

The six stars of the South Star and other auxiliary stars of the South Star seemed to have been crushed by some unknown force, and the established trajectory was completely shattered. The original constellation pattern was completely broken.

The Big Dipper was still barely maintaining its outline in the north, while the stars of the South Star had completely lost control. The stars dragged dark red light marks in the sky, like wounds torn in the sky.

Astronomical phenomena, star phenomena, and meteorological phenomena had begun to be chaotic. The grayish-yellow color made people feel uncomfortable from the bottom of their hearts, as if something was surging and brewing.

So scary, uneasy desu.

Damn, this is damn!!

Didn't I just go out for a trip, how did my home become like this?!

"Yahoo——"

Excited shouts and engine roars came from afar. More than a dozen modified motorcycles rushed from behind.

With a start, Jia Ji came back to his senses and looked over. It turned out to be a group of punk muscle men with mohawks.

They drove distinctive high-horsepower modified motorcycles, the engines issued bursts of roars, raising a lot of dust on the rear wheels. It seemed that this thing had replaced cars and become the mainstream transportation of this era.

The riders all had exaggerated mohawks, painted with oil paint on their faces, and their exposed upper bodies were covered in hideous tattoos. They screamed, waving chains, steel pipes, and sticks, knives, and swords, circling around Jia Ji with bad intentions.

Just by looking at their cruel eyes and strong physiques, one knew that they were rare high-quality goods among the bandits.

"Actually mohawk clones..."

Jia Ji was a little surprised, but felt that it seemed to be expected. It was normal. In this world, there would always be some guys whose brains were not very normal, like filled with muscles, and the number was as if they would automatically refresh.

This was also one of the characteristics of the Super Beidou world.

However, these century-end trash fish who had no vision came at the right time. Jia Ji glanced at the modified motorcycles under their seats and revealed his white teeth: "Welcome to this crazy time."

Riding the newly snatched motorcycle, rushing back at full speed, the closer he got to the dojo, the more stable Jia Ji's heart became. He asked from those guys that it was now early 1994, and about three years had passed since he left.

What nuclear warheads falling from the sky, World War III, the 99 war hadn't started, but the government's control was getting lower and lower, local motorcycle gangs and violent groups were increasing year by year, and frictions of all sizes were constant. It felt like it was about to evolve into a world of "Natural Enemy Resistance Record."

But the situation hadn't been that bad yet.

Operating the motorcycle with one hand, pulling the modified violent motorcycle to the top, Jia Ji breathed a sigh of relief, finding that his territory was still stable, which meant that the chaos hadn't spread to the Super Beidou yet.

When he returned to the "Super Beidou Qi Refining Dojo" silently, he was surprised to find that a competition was taking place inside. One was a sturdy teenager with a poker face, and the other was a handsome blond guy.

"That is, Kenshiro and... Fresh Emperor?!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 171 =====