A Beta boy working part-time in another world

The man hadn't eaten for several days and was already starving and thirsty.

In addition, the child we ate a few days ago was so thin that he had no meat on his body. His body was full of bones and he was not just hungry.

drop--

It is the warning sound that the protective shield has run out of energy.

Shulami looked at the approaching sword in despair. Fear made her subconsciously close her eyes, and even her screams were silenced by fear.

At this critical moment, an agile figure jumped down from the second-floor balcony above the man's head and hit the man hard on the back of his neck with his knee.

This brief blow will not be fatal, it will only delay the man for a few seconds because of pain.

While the man was unable to fight back, the figure wrapped in black grabbed Shulami's hand and quickly ran into the complex and dirty alley with her.

Da da da......

All Shulami could hear were the sounds of two people's footsteps.

She subconsciously looked back and saw that the man did not catch up with her, and her heart finally settled down.

"Thank you."

"Don't talk, he won't give up, he must still be nearby, can you still run?"

Shulami's legs had long been weak, and the fast running made her forehead sweat. This was already her limit.

"I can't run anymore..."

"Come up." The person who rescued Shulami did not hesitate. He squatted down, carried Shulami on his back and ran.

Lying on the back of his savior, Shulami realized that the person who saved him was the same age as him, or just a little older, and from the voice, she was a girl.

A few minutes later, Shulami was taken to a place similar to an underground air-raid shelter.

There is not much space here, with a clean little bed and a manual operating table next to the bed, which is filled with mechanical products, and there is also a semi-finished robot in the corner.

Shulami looked around and saw a glass of water in front of him.

"Drink some."

"Thank you. My name is Shulami. What's your name?"

The other party took off his mask, revealing white hair and rare light black eyes.

She sat casually on the ground and introduced herself to Shulami.

"My name is Mwa, I'm 10 years old, how about you?"

"I'm 8."

Muwa looked up and down at Shulami's clothes and saw the unique "Salt Gang" logo on the cuffs.

"You are from the Salt Gang."

"How do you know?" Shulami was surprised.

"You have a special mark on your clothes, which is a symbol of your identity. How come you are in Cannibal Street?"

"I was separated by the crowd..." Shulami recalled the thrilling experience just now and couldn't stop shaking. "That place is called Cannibal Street. Does it eat people?"

Muwa nodded and explained to Shulami the news she didn't know.

"In the Mechanical City, this is tacitly allowed. The city lord believes that children are a burden. As long as the parents don't want them anymore, they can just throw the children into the Cannibal Street. The residents there are all cannibalistic vagrants."

"How can there be such parents!" Shulami was shocked and couldn't believe it.

Mwa did not answer.

Because she was the child abandoned by her biological parents in the Cannibal Street.

She was 7 years old that year and didn't know anything. Her mother said she would take her to buy delicious food, and her father told her to stay on the street and not leave.

Muwa waited for a long time, but until dark his parents still didn't come back to pick him up.

She thought her parents were lost and never doubted that they wanted her to die.

Three vagrants appeared that day. Mwa didn't know they were cannibals at first, so he followed them home.

Because he had to pee urgently, Mwa went to the backyard to relieve himself. As soon as he squatted down, he heard two of the three people discussing how to eat him.

"I like her legs, they must be very tender."

"I want thighs, with more meat."

All the courage that Mwa had in his life was used in his escape that day.

She was lucky to survive, but she also witnessed many children being killed.

After hearing about Muwa’s experience, Shulami felt sorry for her.

"Have you been living here for the past few years?"

"Not really. I have several shelters, and this is the one I visit most often."

Muwa presents his masterpiece to Shulami.

"This is a robot I found from a garbage dump. Its internal structure is broken. I found a lot of parts, but unfortunately I can only turn it on, but I can't use it normally."

After saying that, Mwa tried to turn on the computer.

The simulated robot was activated, but because the data had been deliberately destroyed and Muwa was not a professional mechanic, it was already good enough that he could repair the scrapped robot to this extent.

"Hello, Master. Xiaobai is happy to serve you!"

"Hello, Master. Xiaobai is happy to serve you!"

Shulami asked curiously, "Why does it keep repeating this sentence?"

Mwa tapped the robot's core processor, and the robot stopped talking but shut down.

"That's the only sentence left in its internal memory chip, so it only has that sentence every time it's turned on."

Shulami stepped forward and looked at the robot.

Although she has been living on the Garbage Planet and has never been to the more prosperous Imperial Planet, her Uncle Ye and Uncle Leger will give her the best and most up-to-date teaching materials. She discovered at a glance that this robot is a very old version.

"Mwa, this is a very old version of the robot. It's probably out of print. I'm afraid there are no suitable parts to restore it."

"I know, but I want to give it a try. I have nothing better to do."

Shulami looked at Mwa and then at the robot, and really admired her.

There was only a two-year age difference between them, and while she was still trying to learn complex knowledge, Mwa had already excelled just by self-study.

Mwa and Shulami returned to the bed and talked about other things.

Mwa had always been curious about why she was wearing a filtering mask, and after looking over a few times, Shulami understood immediately and took the initiative to explain.

"My mother told me that there was a super storm when I was born, which blew out the windows and filled the house with sand. I almost died when I was just born because I breathed in the air containing the virus."

"My uncle Ye tried his best to save me, but unfortunately my body cannot absorb the red salt. In order to let me live a few more days, my mother had to let me wear a filtering mask."

After hearing Shulami's story, Muwa touched the top of her head with heartache.

"You will recover."

“I also want to be healthy.”

Seeing that it was getting late, Muwa put on her veil again, took Shulami away and sent her back.

They passed through the complex sewers under the Mechanical City and when they came out they arrived at a manhole cover on the street near the Salt Gang.

Muwa asked Shulami to wait downstairs. She went up and lifted the lid a little bit. After observing for a while to see if the surroundings were safe, she pulled Shulami out.

"Go back, and don't get lost next time you go out."

"Well, thank you Mwa, do you want to come with me? My mother will definitely like you."

Muwa shook her head. She was very cautious and did not dare to go to the Salt Gang’s territory.

After all, Muwa had heard about the horror of the Salt Gang since he was a child.

"I won't go. Oh, and don't tell anyone that you know me, okay?"

"Okay, but can I be your friend?"

Mwa was stunned for a moment and thought Shulami was too naive. How could he trust a stranger he had only met for one day?

"Aren't you afraid that I'm a liar?"

"I don't think you are."

Muwa smiled and gave Shulami a hug, and whispered in her ear: "If you want to come and play with me next time, come to this manhole cover. Goodbye, naive lady."

After saying that, Mwa opened the lid and jumped down.