Chapter 37

【Respected Navigator, you have arrived in the new world】

【Stay time: 30 days】

【Do you want to anchor this world?】

"No no no... fuck!"

The boy spat out dirty words.

The scorching heat wave steamed, sweeping the dry wind and sand.

The undulating golden sand dunes were like waves tossing in the sea.

The scorching high temperature made every breath Alvin took feel like a burning pain from his throat to his lungs.

"Good news, this birth point is finally not an alley." In just half a minute, sweat poured down like rain. Alvin felt like he was about to be roasted. He raised his hand to make a shade in front of his forehead, squinted his eyes and looked at the scorching sun: "But the bad news is, this time I was thrown into the desert."

He looked down at his wrist, the information displayed by the Navigator System.

【Navigator: Alvin】

【Race: Human】

【Faction: Imperium of Man】

【Profession: Scavenger】

【Anchor World: None】

【Remaining Energy: 0 units】

【Remaining Source Power: 0 units】

This time, Alvin didn't have to be in a hurry.

Thirty days is not too long, but it should be enough.

Moreover, even if it's not enough, he has backup "energy." The "deflection field defense device" and "plasma pistol" that Priest Aluman gave him still have a lot of energy stored in them.

Of course, unless it's a last resort, Alvin will never use them easily; after all, those are life-saving things!

"First, I have to get out of this ghost place."

Alvin wiped his sweat. Being thrown into the desert is one thing, but he is fully armed.

Flak armor with a bulletproof fiber lining, plus a series of equipment and weapons, he is now carrying at least nearly fifty kilograms, equivalent to carrying an adult woman.

And, most importantly, due to lack of experience, Alvin didn't anticipate the possibility of appearing in an extreme environment in advance, so he didn't prepare enough water at all.

In the desert at noon, the temperature can reach over forty degrees, and he will be dehydrated in a few hours!

"Careless, consider this a lesson bought."

Alvin felt a bit bitter, swallowing his dry throat: "Next time I cross over, I must..."

He sighed, fortunately Take trained him for three days in advance, roughly mentioning how to survive in extreme environments.

He had seen in various survival shows in his previous life that the temperature in the desert during the day is close to forty degrees. Ordinary people who haven't been trained will soon get heatstroke and even suffer from dehydration.

Alvin had injected Compound V and had lived in the lower nest for more than ten years. Not to mention other aspects, his adaptability was definitely top-notch, leading 2K humans by tens of thousands of years!

"Fortunately, Take taught me survival skills."

After observing the sand dunes, combined with the sun and vegetation, Alvin simply identified the general direction.

At this moment, he was sincerely grateful to Take and decided that if he had the chance in the future, he would definitely learn more survival skills from this veteran to avoid being thrown into Catachan in the future.

Alvin walked step by step, moving forward in the desert under the scorching sun at noon.

The scorching sun was like fire, and the hot sand became an excellent heat conduction tool. The air even showed signs of distortion, which shows how hot this damn weather was.

The sun gradually shifted. After walking in the desert for two full hours, Alvin, who once doubted whether he had gone in the wrong direction, finally saw a village.

A village means people live there, and people... mean there must be water!

"Heaven doesn't cut off all paths. If I can't find it again, I'll have to use psychic powers to fly out." Alvin was overjoyed, swallowed, but his dry mouth couldn't secrete any water, feeling his throat was about to smoke, and accelerated his pace to run towards the village.

The village looked very dilapidated, made of mud, covered with cracks.

Several elderly people wrapped in headscarves were surprised for half a second when they saw Alvin, who looked like he was "about to die," but soon turned and entered the house.

Not long after, an old man wrapped in a white headscarf, with a face full of wind and frost, came out holding a clay pottery jar, trembling: "Child, come over quickly, drink some water."

The language the old man spoke was clearly not English, but fortunately, the "Navigator System" could automatically translate, so it didn't cause an awkward scene of language barrier.

After the old man finished speaking, fearing Alvin wouldn't understand, he gestured with his hands, indicating that there was water in the pottery jar, and handed it to him.

"God bless, thank you so much." Alvin didn't say a word, took the pottery jar and held it to his mouth, drinking the sweet well water in big gulps.

His throat, which was about to catch fire, was moisturized by the cool and sweet well water. Every pore on Alvin's body released a comfortable groan.

"Don't be in a hurry, child, if it's not enough, there's more, don't drink too fast." The old man gently patted Alvin on the back beside him, fearing he would choke, his face full of wrinkles and tanned black by the sun, piled with a charitable smile.

"Thank you, if it weren't for you, I might have died of thirst in this desert." Alvin drank his fill and thanked the old man sincerely.

"Don't thank me, child. Although the desert is cruel, the people living in the desert are not cold." The old man took the empty pottery jar with a smile, his face full of smiles: "Looking at your appearance, you should be an adventurer who came to the desert and then accidentally got lost, right?"

From a certain level, Alvin's dress indeed looked like that kind of rich young master who got hot-headed and ran to the desert to conquer it.

"Uh, yes, old man." Alvin scratched his head awkwardly and could only follow along.

"You came to the wrong place, this is a cursed place, child." The old man suddenly sighed, shook his head, and said: "There is a terrorist organization nearby, child."

"A cursed place?"

Hearing the old man say this, Alvin became interested instead: "Can you tell me in detail? Old man."

Maybe he could find some clues from it, at least understand this world, otherwise he was confused now and didn't know where to start.

"Eh, child, I won't lie to you, there is a terrorist organization nearby."

The old man thought Alvin didn't believe him and persuaded him earnestly: "Outsiders like you, if you are discovered by them, you will be caught directly, so I told you to leave quickly."

Just as Alvin was about to ask what terrorist organization it was, he saw smoke and dust like waves outside the village, and several painted Humvees galloped in the rolling yellow sand!

"Bad, they are here!"

The old man's face changed in a panic, and he pulled Alvin in horror, about to walk into the house: "Quick, child, hide quickly, otherwise if you are discovered by them, you will be dead."

Alvin was hidden in the mud house. Several military Humvees broke directly into the village. Several strong men covered in headscarves jumped down from the back, holding firearms.

"Jamil, it's time to pay the food." The strong man in the lead, with a ferocious smile on his face, raised an AK47 and shouted arrogantly: "All get out, don't let me go in and search!"

"Ahmed, you've already been here this month, we really don't have any food!" Jamil begged humbly: "Look, there's no one left in the whole village, they are all old people, where can we get food?"

"Cut the crap, are you going to take it yourself, or are we going to search?"

Ahmed kicked the elderly man over and used the AK47 to press against his forehead: "Asking you to contribute food is for the sake of great victory, don't talk nonsense to me, otherwise I'll blow your head off!"

As Jamil said, there were only a dozen or so elderly households left in the village.

But they didn't care how old you were, rudely pressing firearms against their heads, shouting for them to hand over the remaining food.

Whether they handed over the food or not, there were only two paths in front of them.

Either, be starved to death; or, be shot.

Jamil, who was completely desperate, his lips trembling, his empty eyes shedding two lines of turbid tears, facing the muzzle on his forehead, roared at them: "Lord, please punish these sinners... let them fall into hell!"

"Bastard, still dare to curse me?"

Ahmed was angry, his index finger was about to pull the trigger to kill this damn old man.

There was no fear in Jamil's eyes, as if he had already known his fate, staring at them fixedly, as if wanting to remember their faces and wait for them in hell!

Click!

Ahmed, who was about to pull the trigger, was stunned directly.

He suddenly found that no matter how hard he tried, the trigger was like being welded, motionless!

Immediately after, in the terrified and horrified eyes of a group of terrorists.

Ahmed's head actually swelled up like an inflated balloon, until in his terrified, horrified, and twisted face, it exploded with a bang!