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The ceiling lamp on the ceiling exudes an orange-yellow light. Although it is not particularly bright, it is enough to illuminate this small living room of less than [-] square meters.

With a slight sound of the door, a tall figure came back from the entrance, walked through the narrow corridor, and Bruce came to the only high table in the living room.

"He was not found."

Looking at the middle-aged man and the elf girl Yueying sitting around the table, Bruce shook his head.

He refers to the new guy who escaped before and went to who knows where.

Since the search was fruitless, Bruce stopped pressing.

He turned his attention to the boy sitting directly opposite him at the table.

It seems that he is the owner of this portal.

"The clothes on his body have obvious traces of mud, and the smell of sweat is strong. This kid doesn't take baths very often... Are they all homeless like the corpses outside?"

A thought flashed through Bruce's mind, but he looked at it silently, but didn't show anything.

Of course, in fact, it is not so exaggerated as to be thick, and how much body odor can a child who looks only twelve or thirteen years old have. It's just that Bruce's physical fitness has been greatly improved compared to before, and his senses have become much sharper. .

Pulling out the chair, he simply sat down.

What surprised him was that when the boy saw him sitting down, he stood up and poured him a cup of hot water... He just looked at the obviously yellow cup and the water in the cup. It had a suspiciously reddish color, and Bruce naturally doubted whether it was drinkable.

"Hero, I only have this little black tea, which Uncle Ethan gave me before." First-class website first published

The boy didn't know what Bruce was thinking, so he scratched his head in embarrassment.

black tea

The middle-aged man and Yue Ying sitting on both sides also looked at the cups placed in front of them. Likewise, they did not dare to touch the water in the cups, even though they were indeed very thirsty.

After staring at the boy for two seconds, Bruce noticed the embarrassment of the two of them out of the corner of his eye. He then picked up the cup, tried a small taste, and then drank it all in one gulp.

"It tastes okay."

He smacked his tongue, his expression remained unchanged, and he said, "Kid, you live here alone."

"Yes."

The boy replied immediately.

"Hero, what's your rank in the association?"

He didn't seem to be afraid of them. Leaving aside Bruce, although the middle-aged man and Yueying's clothes were already considered strange and unique to this world, but maybe it was because of the appearance of the elves, but the boy was not afraid of them. He is afraid of the girl Yueying, and naturally he is not afraid of the honest-looking middle-aged man.

"association"

Bruce remained calm.

Naturally, it was impossible for him to be led by a little boy.

"Kid, what's your name?"

"This is your home"

"Ah, my name is Mick."

The boy scratched his head and replied: "This is not my home... I just discovered this place and live here."

"...where is your family"

Bruce frowned when he heard such an answer.

"died."

When the boy said this, his tone became slightly depressed, but it passed quickly and he replied calmly.

"He died a few months ago due to the invasion of weirdos. I escaped and didn't want to go to the orphanage, so I found this place."

He raised his head and looked around at his current home.

"It's not bad. Although this house is a bit small, it is the best preserved. Although there are houses in the whole street, the power will be cut off every now and then..."

"...Then what do you eat?"

The middle-aged man and Yueying looked at Bruce and asked without saying a word, but they seemed a little strange. Why did Bruce show so much concern about this little boy and ask about such insignificant topics as his family and what to eat? Shouldn't he ask? , what happened to those people who were sucked to death in the middle of the street just now? What are those terrifying mosquito swarms?

However, seeing that Bruce did not behave strangely after drinking the suspicious cup of black tea, the two of them carefully picked up the water glass in front of them and started drinking.

It's just plain water, with a bit of pollen-like flavor added to it.

"What to eat"

The boy, who hadn't expected Bruce to show such concern and curiosity, pointed to the kitchen.

"I still have some food here, which Uncle Ethan and I usually find together or exchange for."

Bruce glanced into the kitchen.Then he looked back.

"You mean the homeless people."

When the boy heard this, his eyes darkened.

"I wanted to do something...but by the time I saw it, everyone was already..."

Bruce said nothing.

Since they live together in this abandoned street, the boy Mick must also know other homeless people.

"You stay in a place like this alone, aren't you afraid that those weird people will show up again. Just like this situation tonight."

"I'm afraid...but one day, I will also become a hero."

Mick suddenly stood up and raised his voice.There seemed to be a certain luster in his eyes.

"A powerful hero must undergo unremitting training. How can he go to a place like an orphanage and wait to die? Dad once said that heroes are brave, so staying here alone is also a kind of training. Even if those weirdos come, , I’m not afraid either.”

From the corner of his eye, Bruce noticed some exercise props, dumbbells and the like placed in the corner of the living room.

He had a thoughtful expression on his face.

A child who looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old said such words. While Bruce understood in his heart, he also felt a little appreciation.

"So you dared to run into the street just now."

The boy naturally heard such a miserable howl, but maybe others would just find a place to hide, but he dared to walk onto the street and still cared about the life and death of other homeless people. This was indeed brave. .

"That's right... I saw those damn mosquitoes. They must be driven by some weirdo. I saw them running away. That must be what you did, right?"

At first, the boy thought Bruce was the weirdo who was the culprit. But when Bruce chased him here, the boy Mick overturned this conjecture. No matter how he looked at it, Bruce's appearance was too consistent with the word hero. concept.

Young, strong, tall, with a resolute and steady face, it seems that nothing will affect him. His pale hair adds a sense of vicissitudes, coupled with his unruly look as if he has experienced a hard battle not long ago. She only wore a pair of damaged black pants, which was fatally attractive to a child who longed for heroic dreams.

Mick suddenly pushed the chair away, walked up to Bruce, and knelt down with a plop.

"Can you please be my master? I also want to be a hero, please."

The middle-aged man and Yue Ying were stunned by the development of this scene.

Boy Mick was incredibly religious, and he meant it.

Because for himself, he understands how difficult it is for him to really get in touch with heroes.And there was someone in front of him at this moment. This was an opportunity that was hard to wait for, so he decisively wanted to become Bruce's disciple. This may be the youth's vitality and fearlessness. He also lost his parents early, and Bruce could understand. Perhaps what kind of heart the young man in front of him has at this moment.

"Sorry. I can't agree to your request."

After two seconds of silence, Bruce responded.

Mick's lowered expression changed slightly, and a look of disappointment suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Bruce pulled the boy to his feet.

"However, I can test you. As long as you pass this test, maybe I will guide you on how to become stronger."

His tone seemed calm.But to others, it sounds like it contains confidence in oneself.

"You can't become a true hero just by playing with dumbbells and doing push-ups."

"Really...really?"

The boy Mick's eyes suddenly turned from disappointment to ecstasy.

"What is the test?"

"It's very simple. Since you want to be a hero so much, let's talk about the things between weirdos and heroes. Let me see how much you know and how aware you are of this belief."

Bruce smiled.

.........

Phantom.

No one knows exactly when it started, and disasters began to occur frequently across the planet.

Not just ordinary natural disasters, but also some unexplainable phenomena.

Among them, there are original humans who mutated and became weirdos, and there are also weirdos who appeared from nowhere and cannot be traced, but they are usually accompanied by them in this world, and they also bring serious damage and destruction to this world. casualties.The Heroes Association, established more than 50 years ago, is a super organization responsible for defeating monsters and protecting the world.

An organization that is above the powerful government departments and brings together many strange people.They master the best technology, possess many incredible powers, and have an entire echelon of heroes at their disposal, divided into five levels: S, A, B, C, and D.

The higher the ranking, the stronger the corresponding hero is and can handle high-level monster disasters.

For example, in people's understanding, there are six levels of monster disasters: gods, demons, dragons, ghosts, tigers, and wolves.The lowest level D and C level heroes usually deal with wolves and rarely deal with tiger level disasters, while level B corresponds to tiger level and rarely deal with ghost level disasters, and level A can handle all disasters below the ghost level. A few elite A-level heroes have the strength to deal with dragon-level disasters, and S-level heroes are the true pinnacle of heroes, able to effectively control all disasters below dragon level, including even extremely terrifying demon-level disasters, which may lead to catastrophic disasters. In the past hundred years, many S-class heroes have appeared in the Hero Association due to widespread destruction or even extinction-level disasters. These people are usually regarded as saviors and are the strongest pillars in defending the world.

The highest level of god-level disasters is just a legend. It is reported that there have been two disasters in the world in the past hundred years that almost wiped out mankind. They are considered to be beyond demon-level disasters, but they cannot reach god-level. No one knows about the Hero Association. What is the judgment of god-level disasters?