The ghost is like a native pariah, walking on this magnificent planet, personally touching the deepest sins of the lowest level.

Black and dilapidated buildings stand, shaking.

Countless ragged people hid in the building and lived a life of stalemate.

Hearing the sound, many people stretched their heads and looked at the ghosts with greed eyes. In this food-scarce world, nothing is not worth abandoning.

"A strange creature, never seen him."

"Kill him, sell it..."

Many people are whispering.

Some ruthless men who were fearless had already rushed out and took out their weapons to attack the ghost. The ghost did not even look back, and all these guys who were attacking were dead.

The gaze of the snooping eyes disappeared in an instant. The residents of the Apocalypse know how to seek profit and avoid harm, because the guy who doesn't understand this either becomes the superior with his strong strength or wisdom or dies.

"The dirty planet, the dirty heart, no hope, no kindness, no mercy, only endless massacre and possession."

While walking, the ghost observed the hearts of these guys with his judgemental eyes, all black, and the heavy sin almost wiped out all the light.

"I'm about to starve to death. I'll give me some food, just a little, please..."

A dying voice came.

The ghost suddenly stopped, turned his head suddenly, and looked at a place billions of miles away in astonishment.

A ragged beggar, carrying the pouring blood rain, stretched out his hand pitifully to another curled figure.

"Please, just give me a little, I don't want to die!" the beggar begged.

The curled figure paused, raised his head in confusion, his lips whispered, and his hands tightly grasped the so-called "food" that had been moldy and had been covered with dust.

The beggar stared at him, so hungry that he didn't even have the strength to crawl.

Will you become another person who starves to death?

The beggar's heart was desperate.

A piece of food was handed over.

"Give it to you, eat it."

The curled figure squatted in front of him, her voice hoarse, and she distributed her food to a dying person.

The beggar burst out with his last strength, bite the food like crazy, and swallowed it.

Survived.

Feeling the food entering the stomach, the beggar breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, child." The beggar squeezed out a hideous smile and said in a low voice, "You are so nice. I really don't know how you lived to this day..."

"Since you are so kind, you should give me your other half."

The beggar estimated that his strength was compared with the strength of the little girl in front of him, and he felt relieved and said with bad intentions.

I saw the other party stunned for a moment, looked down at half of the food in his hand, and then handed it over again.

"for you."

This time it was the beggar's turn to be stunned, and he was confused for a moment. He immediately reacted and snatched the other half of the food and swallowed it into his stomach.

However, I still didn't eat enough, the food was too little and it was too bad, and my stomach was still protesting to him.

He needs to eat, eat more, more delicious things.

"You must have tasted good. I have never eaten a creature like you." The beggar said in a low voice.

On this planet, countless intelligent species are living, killing each other for survival.

There is no right or wrong, no complicated exchange of interests, everything revolves around survival.

This little girl who looks like an earthling was targeted by this beggar.

Even if the beggar just received help, even if it was a life-saving grace.

But so what? This is the norm for Apocalypse, isn’t it? Drawing a knife to your benefactor, then drinking your benefactor’s blood and eating your benefactor’s flesh to supply yourself. Isn’t it the lowest-end operation in the Apocalypse’s rule of prey on the weak?

If you don’t do this, you will be looked down upon. If you are looked down upon, you will die the fastest.

The figure curled up again, hiding in the corner of the wall, trembling, but she didn't have the strength to escape, nor did she have the strength to escape.

Bang!

Just as the curled figure was waiting for death, a light sound came and the beggar fell to the ground and died.

She opened her eyes in confusion and looked around, with nothing, except for the beggar who fell to the ground inexplicably, the brand new food that suddenly appeared beside the beggar.

"He fell to death by himself, and he came to lie to me after hiding so much food. It's really abominable."

The little girl finally came to this conclusion, grabbed the food and swallowed it, then staggered and continued to move forward in numbness and confusion.

She didn't know what the meaning of life, and she didn't know what it meant. She just knew to live, starting from her memory. This is what life is like.
Chapter completed!