Chapter 23 Familiar Taste

?    Earth, layered battlefield.

Continental Plate No. 0953, District 8.

A small town called Hope Town.

Although it is called a small town, the word "small" is not really appropriate...

Even though it is close to the front line, even though it is located in a remote place, even though it is on a continental plate with poor resources, this "small" town can accommodate nearly 100 permanent residents, with a total area of ​​nearly 20,000 square kilometers!

Before the end of the world, this was definitely an oversized "small town", but in this era of longevity, a human settlement of this scale can only be regarded as a town, not a city.

Hope Town is peaceful and leisurely. Even though it is close to the front line, there is no pressure of life and death at all-speaking of the demons, at least most of the residents of Hope Town have never seen them...The biggest threat from the outside is the wandering beasts that do not belong to the large mutant biological group. However, this kind of thing can hardly cause any trouble in front of the Hope Town Guards, whose average strength is at the peak of level nine.

The town doesn't have the hustle and bustle of the main city of the stratified battlefield, nor the majesty of the big cities on Earth, but everyone has their own aspirations. There are always people who like this kind of small city life with no lack of living facilities and little pressure.

Ken is one of them...

Lying in the master bedroom, his wife's even snoring sounded in his ears, the next bedroom was the ghost howling when his great-grandson played games, and downstairs was the grandson and his wife's lovemaking. The only thing that made Ken happy was that his son and his wife had become independent early and had moved to the main city of District 8 to make a living.

Although Ken didn't lack food for these two mouths, it was always good to be independent...

The strong perception ability of the peak of the ninth level made everything that happened in the single-family villa enter Ken's eardrums. He tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. After a while, he simply got out of bed lightly, put on a piece of clothes, and went to the balcony. While smoking, he looked at the quiet town.

Ken has been a great-grandfather for a long time, but he doesn't look old from the outside - about 30 years old, with neat hair and beard, bright eyes, and a strong body.

Although he is 89 years old this year...

In this era, although there are not many level 9 peaks, they are indeed not rare, and the life span of level 9 peak strongmen is close to a thousand years - this is also the fundamental reason for the population explosion.

If it weren't for the large amount of food produced in some treasure lands,

and the rapid development of Yanjing's technology, the whole world would have reached a large surplus of material resources. I am afraid that after the demons are gone, the population problem alone will be enough to drag down the entire earth.

However, Ken naturally doesn't need to pay attention to these things.

He just smoked a cigarette, and just when he felt drowsy, his body trembled.

The hazy perception told Ken that something seemed to have changed...

...

"Wake up! Wake up!"

Pushing his wife hard, Ken shouted softly when he saw his wife open her eyes hazily.

"The level shackles are open! I feel it!"

For Ken, the level shackles are a distant existence - Ken, who is 89 years old, can really be regarded as a new generation...

But the level shackles are related to the future of every professional who has reached the peak of level nine, not to mention that the explanation of the level shackles has long been written into compulsory education. Although Ken has never seen the level shackles broken, he thinks that he will not feel wrong.

However, the wife's reaction made Ken a little embarrassed...

"Oh, the level shackles, is there anything else?"

"That..."

The hand that was pushing the wife froze suddenly. Ken thought about it and shook his head with a bitter smile after a while.

"No more!"

"You are telling me this in the middle of the night? Ah? Go to bed quickly, you are asking for death!"

The wife cursed loudly, then turned over and continued her date with Zhou Gong. Only Ken's face was uncertain, and after a long while, he smiled self-deprecatingly.

Level shackles...

It seems that there is nothing to worry about...

...

Early the next morning, under the murderous gaze of his wife, Ken ate breakfast with difficulty, and then gave instructions to his family, and then strode out of the room.

People came and went on the street, and under the coverage of the ninth-level peak perception ability, all movements could not escape Ken's perception.

However, no one talked about the problem of the broken level shackles last night...

It was as if all this had never happened.

Seeing this, Ken just sighed, and then walked out of the town alone.

Hope Town has no city walls. The further you go out, the lower the buildings are, and the fewer people there are.

When the number of people decreased to a certain limit, Ken just quickened his pace. As soon as he moved, it was like a flash movie. The people around him only felt a gust of wind blowing, and then they lost Ken's trace.

Soon, Ken came to a lonely manor in the suburbs.

...

The manor covers a large area. The appearance is not luxurious, but it is definitely not shabby. This can also prove that the living conditions of the owner of this manor are still not bad.

As soon as Ken entered the door, he saw that the courtyard of the manor was already full of people early in the morning.

"Ken, you are here."

As soon as Ken entered the door, several people near the door greeted Ken - obviously they were all acquaintances.

Ken just smiled and nodded, then looked at an elder.

"Uncle Haru, what's wrong? You advanced so quickly?"

"I had nothing to do last night, and my level shackles happened to be broken, so I thought about trying the promotion trial. I didn't expect it to be quite easy."

The white-bearded old man named Uncle Haru said with a smile, attracting the attention of a large number of people.

"Uncle Haru? What is the promotion task? Is it difficult?"

"Not difficult."

Uncle Haru waved his hand modestly and began to talk about his experience.

"It's a 1v1 fight between level nine peak professionals. The winner advances, and the loser waits for a month. There is no life-threatening danger. Let me tell you guys, you didn't see it yesterday. I just arrived at the trial space, and I was stunned when I saw my opponent. He was wearing a military uniform, so straight..."

"We chatted for a while. The young man is said to be a soldier of the three-area defense force."

Old Haru was talking about it, but he didn't go into detail about the specific battle process. However, judging from the result, Old Haru should have won.

Civilians beat soldiers...

This is not because the quality of the army has declined, but because these people are a little special.

What makes them special is that they have a decent master...

After chatting for a while, the door inside the manor opened, and a middle-aged man about 40 years old, dressed in fashionable clothes, walked out of the room.

Seeing this person, everyone in the yard stood up and saluted respectfully.

"Mr. Carmen, good morning."

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