Chapter 1 The Boy Who Loves Meat

Star Luo Jia, which belongs to the fourth administrative region of the Galaxy Federation, is the most remote star in the Federation territory. The planet that should have only a code name is named after the most sacrificed general, Major General Luo Jia, because of the outbreak of several cruel battles to defend the Federation. . Although a special case, it is still forgotten by most people.

Thick space junk is floating around the planet, and the only safe route is a special channel for planet managers. It takes two months for a batch of materials below the federal per capita level to be delivered to the planet. Most people are still struggling with the bottom line of hunger and poverty.

In urban area 22, the central urban area is still brightly lit and full of voices. It was almost evening, and under the gray sky, there were two completely different situations - lively and silent, which were extremely harmonious.

In an abandoned factory 30 kilometers away from the city, disorganized industrial waste can be seen everywhere, and fragments of mechs damaged in battle that cannot be repaired are also piled up everywhere. On this resource-poor planet, those in power do not have so much energy and kindness To deal with these garbage, the free labor in those slums will help them solve these annoying problems, and at the same time save the government a lot of expenses, why not do it.

Surrounded by a wilderness of silence, there were occasional squeaks. At this time, in a corner of the factory, sparks flashed from time to time, a bonfire burned quietly, and a slender figure was reflected on the ruined wall.

Mu Fan, 17 years old, he didn't know who his parents were. His adoptive parents told him that they picked it up behind a trash can while picking up waste. It was just dawn, and the light of the stars shone evenly and softly against the horizon On the baby's face, when his adoptive father picked up the child, he found that two plaques had fallen from his body, a dark yellow wooden plaque with "Mu" engraved on it, and a black metal plaque with "Fan" engraved on it.

Without thinking too much about the order of these two words, following the principle of syllables, the adoptive father who was lucky enough to read a few books named him - Mu Fan. He didn't ask his adoptive parents when he was ignorant in childhood, but when he was a little older, his adoptive parents went out to pick up waste during a star thief attack and were taken away by a stray bullet. Mu Fan didn't have any more chances to ask about the details back then. That year, he was ten years old.

Mu Fan doesn't like to talk much, but he is very sensible. He didn't cry when he got the news. He went back to the dilapidated hut to find the broken leather gloves he had picked up by scavenging, and came out to help people he knew and didn't know. Moving, going to restaurants on the outskirts of the city to wash dishes, delivering express delivery to citizens in official urban areas, and returning to find scraps in the garbage piled up in factories to sell... Only myself is left, and I have to live.

This is the seventh year since my parents passed away. Mu Fan raised his head and glanced at the bonfire in front of him, then lowered his head and continued to sharpen a small knife that gleamed coldly. He didn't take care of his appearance too much, with trivial black hair, not a strong body, and a decent height. The moment he raised his eyelids, his brown pupils were revealed, but if he looked closely, he found that the brown pupils were as deep as From time to time, there was a flash of red, like roses and precipitated blood.

At this time, in City No. 22, the weather was getting cooler. Mu Fan was wearing a canvas jacket and a pair of oil-stained work pants. Taking advantage of the rest time at night, he came out to polish his weapon, the dagger polished with industrial alloy. He is at the age when he grows up and is prone to hunger. He saves the money he earns from going out to work every week and goes to the second-hand book market to collect books that are packaged and sold. The rest of the money, two packs of the lowest-level synthetic food that a normal person can eat every day, can only keep him from starving to death just now. If he doesn't go out to find food by himself, it means that he will continue to maintain this status quo.

One day, on his way back, he saw a vulture not far away that had just taken off. Curiously, he saw a black shadow falling from mid-air, which was half a plant mouse. In the jumping flames, Mu Fan tasted the taste of meat for the first time.

One of the survival standards that Mu Fan set for himself is to go hunting twice a week. Whether it is a large animal or a small animal, whether it is alive or dead, it is a victory to gain something. He needs this energy too much, because he can clearly feel the desire of the cells in his body for that kind of meat.

"Hey" the last sparks splashed out, Mu Fan put away the dagger, held the blade lightly with his left hand, and looked at the firelight, he narrowed his eyes, showing a satisfied expression, tonight—he wants to eat meat!

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The night of Star Lorga is as cold as steel, making people tremble from the bone marrow.

However, Mu Fan walked in the wilderness with his upper body bare. The vertical and horizontal scars on his body were like battle medals. His thin body showed natural and beautiful muscle lines, which made people have no doubt that there was something hidden in his body. explosive power.

Mu Fan didn't feel the coldness that the neighbors said, on the contrary, he just felt a kind of coldness that made his brain extremely calm and clear, which made him enjoy it very much. He didn't know why, he couldn't eat enough, but found that his His stamina seems to be several times that of the people around him...or more, he has no concept, and he is not interested in asking.

Taking advantage of the cover of the night, Mu Fan, who has not attracted the slightest attention, has already run to the edge of a jungle fifteen kilometers away from the factory. In the quiet night, Mu Fan seems to be integrated with this land, only the steaming The heat of the air indicates his presence.

There is a river here, and the river water that makes people feel biting at night is Mu Fan's favorite "treasure place" to wash off his blood and sweat. If he is lucky, he can catch a fat fish in the water. Well, it tastes very good when eaten raw. Well, as long as it's meat!

Mu Fan's goal today is to hunt a large animal. He feels his body's hunger is getting stronger and stronger. The two plant mice in the past are now far from enough to meet his physical needs. He wants to eat more of meat.

This jungle is already far away from the urban area. On a remote, poor and backward planet like Star Lorga, the managers don't have the strength to deploy too many satellites to monitor it. A few cities composed of human beings fight against nature, and this jungle has maintained a good appearance. There are more powerful beasts here, and for him, it means more abundant food!

With a whoosh, Mu Fan stopped, his bright eyes were shining at this moment, he stood on the edge of the jungle, sniffing the breath of the beast not far away in the jungle. There's a mutant beast there! That's right, with this powerful breath, he could already smell the rage in the mutant beast's blood, and his stomach growled again. Mu Fan pursed his lips, and at this moment, there was a red light in his eyes!

He wants meat!

Desire is the driving force of human beings. When a body that is developing crazily encounters hunger, it is enough to make a person burst out with incomparable motivation, let alone Mu Fan, who is known for his meaty taste!

Closing his eyes and then opening them again, the strange red light in Mu Fan's eyes disappeared completely, but his eyes were extremely bright, the surrounding night seemed to no longer exist, and the jungle, insects, and birds were clearly reflected in his eyes. He didn't know when he discovered that he had the ability of sharp night vision. When he accidentally used this ability to find several plant mice at night, he began to deliberately train himself to master this ability that seemed to be a gift from God.

In the night sky, thick clouds block the light reflected from the planet.

A "meteor" streaked across the atmosphere, shining a ray of light above the clouds...

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