I, the only superpower on earth

The ray of light that penetrated through the tile cracks made Xi Gu instantly understand his situation at this time.

And the intense pain transmitted to the sensory center through the nerves also made him know that he should take appropriate measures at this moment.

The ability of "data master" fully displays the body information that can be ingested at this moment:

"

Sea Valley.

Core Talent: Growth (…)

...

Physical state: semi-cooked

Remaining life maintenance time: 3 minutes and 21 seconds

"

"Half-cooked... so fresh..."

Xi Gu thought for a while, should he give up this body, pull his consciousness out of it, attach to the essence, and then find another place.

But immediately, he sensed that the little consciousness that was originally left had deeply integrated the remaining spiritual thinking of this body inside, and it had been deeply labeled as belonging to the "Original Owner" in front of this universe. Pulling it out, I am afraid that my soul will fly away immediately, and the only thing left is the beacon located in this universe, which is the essence of Xigu.

And if you want to restart the journey in this universe, you have to wait for this bit of essence to float into the void outside this world, and reach a position very close to the boundary membrane before re-injecting the consciousness that belongs to the ontology.

... Such a set of procedures is really too troublesome.

Shigu gave up the idea of ​​"reincarnation" again.

"The initial number is a waste, so it's a waste... anyway, it doesn't matter if you have talent."

Thinking like this.

Xigu restrained his pain perception, and the nerve tissue that had not been completely disconnected controlled the muscles that could still be used to break free from the tight ropes that bound his body.

Reaching up with both hands, the top of the water urn has been covered by a wooden board.

But it doesn't matter.

The tile cracks on the body of the water urn have shown Xi Gu its fragility.

so--

The remaining muscle tissue tensed instantly.

The pain sensation is eliminated, and the nerves connected to the bones start to work.

Then--

Elbow strike forward.

"boom!"

...

"Li Yazi, Yazi..."

The gray-haired, haggard old man in ragged clothes was sitting blankly on the open space about a few feet away from the water urn. He looked at the water urn that was standing on the firewood, with a smile that seemed to be crying or smiling. With a demented expression, some water stains appeared in the corners of his eyes.

"Hey, old man... are you still reading?"

A man whose eye sockets were deeply sunken, but whose cheeks were slightly plump, who also looked like a refugee, walked up to him and tapped his face with a wooden stick with a sharpened top, although a It was a small spot, but there were not many bloodstains oozing out, only some off-white traces.

While poking him, the refugee said with a playful smile:

"——Why are you pretending to cry at this time? Didn't you scare the fool just now and let us take that little grandson away? We asked that kid before the bloodletting. You are his neighbor. You have no blood relationship and are hypocritical. what?

"... In this world, either we eat people or others eat us. That kid's parents are already dead, and the more he lives in this world, the more painful he will be. Why don't we use it to fill our stomachs and create first-level merits? Maybe in the next life, I can be reincarnated into a good family!"

"That's right, old man—you have such a tight body, and you don't have much meat. Anyway, that kid can't finish his meat in a day or two, and I can give you a shoulder or a butt later!"

Another refugee who was looking after the fire beside the water urn heard the chatter here, turned his head and smiled towards the old man and the man.

"Hahaha……"

Amidst the vulture-like laughter of the refugees, the old man's eyes slowly filled with tears:

"Li Yazi...you boy...I'm sorry for you...I'm sorry for your parents!

"What kind of world is this... what world... oh my god!"

"What are you crying for?"

The expression of the refugee holding the stick suddenly changed and became fierce, as if he was about to poke the stick into the old man's eye socket, so the old man stopped crying immediately, and lay back on his back with an "ahhh" down.

And the refugee was obviously impatient, and seemed to want to poke the wooden stick from his eye socket into his brain, but a voice from his companions behind him stopped him:

"I just heard some movement in the urn... Could it be that the kid is already familiar?"

"Ready, really? Really?"

The refugees hurriedly put away the sticks, and ran to the side of the water urn, which was also next to the last fellow refugee.

And the last refugee seemed much more stable than the other two. His face was withered and yellow, his expression was indifferent, and his eyes were like glass beads that had lost their luster.

The refugee has been sitting cross-legged next to the water urn to take care of the situation, with a blood-stained and somewhat rusty steel knife lying across his knee.

It seemed that this knife cut the neck of the boy boiled in the water urn.

"...you can take a look at the situation."

The last refugee grunted and stood up from the ground, holding the steel knife in his hand. The two refugees in front did not doubt that he was there, rubbing their hands and walking towards the water urn, and they kept communicating:

"This kid has been hungry for so many days, and he can bleed a lot. This meat should be delicious..."

"It's probably much more delicious than the family of three we ate half a month ago..."

"I heard that his father is a scholar. He has also studied for several years, and he can read and write his own name. This kind of person, the meat is very tender when you think about it, and your teeth don't spring..."

Just when the two were laughing and walking to the side of the water urn in complete relaxation, they were untying the straw rope on it and untiing the lid.

--"boom!"

The urn burst and cracked, and the water splashed everywhere!

...

The elbow exerts force along the tile cracks, using the body tissues that have not been fully baked to move, mobilizing the little power left, and accurately hits the fragile joints between the cracks.

In an instant, with a "bang", the hot tiles splashed out, followed by a series of water splashes.

"ah!"

"ah!"

The two tragic cries sounded almost at the same time, reminded by the memory of the original owner, it was the most familiar and frightening sound he had ever heard before his death.

But Xigu didn't care, and immediately called the "data master" data interface.

"

...

Remaining life maintenance time: 20 minutes and 21 seconds

"

"Is it because most of my body is still submerged in boiling water? But the lower body is basically cooked, and it will take time for the completely dead body cells to repair and renew themselves... After all, my current physical state is just a blank slate, or 'growth' The initial state of the talent."

Thinking this way, Xi Gu supported the remaining section of the water urn with both hands, and supported himself to fall to the ground outside, but the two legs had been thoroughly roasted, and there was no place to exert force, so they snapped softly in an instant. on the ground.