Chapter 1006 Max-Made's Redemption (Two Updates!)

Chapter 1006 Max-Made's Redemption (Two Updates!)

"Hoo...hoo..."

Max Meade looked at the bright sunlight above his head, and the violent running made his lungs feel as if he had swallowed a piece of red charcoal.

Every breath brings with it the slightest tingling pain and scorching air.

Life seemed to become extremely heavy at this moment.

But there was no pain in Max Meade's eyes.

He gasped for air, so greedily and so hard...

The air mixed with some kind of animal feces or body fluids smells not so pleasant.

But at this moment, to Max Mead, every breath of air is fresh and sweet.

Because, this is the taste of freedom and hope...

He finally escaped from that hellish place.

The origin of civilization does not come with flowers and fine wine.

More often, it is full of rusty blood and wailing.

Even for this world that has been ruled by modern technology, there are still some areas that are in a jaw-dropping primitive state.

The fangs of capital are greedily sucking here, and the ugliness of human nature is fully displayed here.

In the mine that is hundreds of meters above the ground, the atmosphere of civilization has gone away.

What is left is the ancient law that set civilization back thousands of years: the strong will survive and the fittest will survive.

This is not, twisted hostility between those who also bear the same poor fate.

It was a helpless and bloody choice when the resources for survival became extremely scarce.

Kill or die, in the dark world hundreds of meters above the ground, this is not such a difficult choice.

Max Meade still doesn't know why those rulers always give food and resources that are far from enough to consume.

After all, the labor of living is valuable.

He doesn't understand, even now...

Having lived in that dark place until now, Max Meade has blood on his hands.

Every time the snatcher's throat was slit, it was a painful ordeal for Max Meade.

Not everyone is used to killing.

In other words, in that vast crowd, there are always some people who get something other than tyranny and contempt for life from blood.

It is a kind of helpless compassion, an unyielding light struggling from pain.

If the established trajectory is followed, Max-Made will eventually be buried in the primitive mine full of dangers over there.

There, there are too many elements that can completely end life.

But then, a high fever gave Max Mead a new lease on life...

Max Meade still remembered that night, in the dark and cold mine, he had an unimaginably high fever, and death seemed to be approaching him little by little.

The high fever made his consciousness blurred, and no one wanted to approach him.

Sickness is no more deadly in a dark mine than a rusty shovel in someone else's hands.

They waited quietly for Max Maid to die, for this strong man to lose his life completely.

That's a good thing - with a serious competitor gone, they might be able to get more plentiful food.

Max Meade can no longer remember the countless eyes staring at him from the darkness.

He seemed to have had an extremely long dream, he became a gladiator, fighting day after day.

It was also there that he got his own name - Max Mead.

Prior to this, Max-Made had no name that belonged to the age of civilization.

Before he could get his own name in the tribe where he was born, he was taken to the cold mine with a gun by those people.

The cold and dark environment made his skin slightly pale, but he still inherited the characteristics of a person of color as a whole.

Max Meade remembered that in that long dream, a girl named Yulia rescued him.

Then, there is a longer story...

But no matter how long the story is, there will be an end. When Max Meade woke up from the brink of death, the endless anger in his body was aroused.

He became a new berserker, with the legendary Celtic blood of Sidi blood flowing in his veins.

Everything seems different, but for Max Meade, his story has just begun...

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"Reminder from the comprehensive network plane: one comprehensive network player died in this plane. It is detected that the number of comprehensive network players in the current version is lower than the test version requirements, and supplementation is in progress..."

"Supplements are complete, the number of players on the comprehensive network of the current material world test version is: 100/100"

"Is this...a dead player?"

Elisa looked at the reminder message refreshed on her retina with some surprise.

Everyone has a different view on death.

But in the end, more is the fear of death.

Eliza is no exception, she is afraid of death, just like those flowers who are afraid of withering.

But Eliza seldom thought about it, and even the death of a loved one seemed eerily remote.

She can understand the hearts of animals, but she cannot understand death.

The death of a loved one can only make her feel sad.

But that kind of grief is the reluctance to part with the deceased elders.

A young life cannot understand those old bodies with empathy.

Those souls who, in the twilight years of their lives, gradually feel the call of the horizon below...

And the complete death of a comprehensive network player was like piercing cold water pouring on her head.

She recalled again, the great fear of the end of life.

Elisa began to fall into deep thought. For her, the death of an integrated network player like her was a more direct and bloody reality.

After all, compared with other identities, the comprehensive network player, a role different from billions of people, can make her feel it at close range—not the warmth of happiness, but the biting cold...

The Maine Coon next to her kept rubbing against her body, and Eliza could feel its concern.

At this time, the impact of the death of the comprehensive network player seems to have faded a lot.

At least, she is not alone in this world.

"Will you accompany me to face death?"

Eliza picked up the Maine Coon cat, looked into its beautiful eyes and said so.

Elisa naturally didn't get any answers, but she was not disappointed.

That answer was not something a Maine Coon could give her.

She believed that in that vast starry sky, there must be the answer she longed for.

There must also be a partner who can face the cold death with her...

If the world of death is cold and dull darkness.

Eliza thought, then, that she would find a partner with whom to dance in the world below the horizon.

Maybe at that time, the coldness of death will no longer be so biting and awe-inspiring...

Max Mead - This character is provided by Kojiro from Book Travel.

The bald head is calling for the relevant characters of the material world comprehensive network players. Interested readers can join the book friend group, and then send the character information you designed to the bald head...

If appropriate, the bald head will insert it into the plot as a player in the physical world.

ps: Because of the positioning of the role, it does not necessarily require a very detailed ability introduction, and more tends to be about ability characteristics, character, small habits, etc.