Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 10: Cleaning

Only after returning to the barracks did Alan realize that his body was sticky. After igniting the fire seed, he broke out in sweat, which was different from his usual training. After the body condensed the first vortex of Origin Energy, it would naturally expel some of the toxins accumulated in its body. This was one of the benefits of Origin Energy. According to the manual issued by the instructor, as the strength of Origin Energy increased and the level of the system increased, Origin Energy would constantly wash away the body and make it evolve.

According to the instructions in the manual, for every ten levels of advancement, there would be an evolutionary node when one's realm leapt. As one crosses this node, the evolution of the body becomes more obvious. Now that he had ignited the fire, it was only to expel the toxins. When Allen formed his first genetic circuit, it was an opportunity for his body to strengthen completely.

As for what would happen after the formation of the second and third genetic circuits, the manual did not give a detailed explanation. Alan needed to explore everything himself.

This is going to be a whole new world.

Alan took a bath and when he returned to the barracks, he felt that the atmosphere had changed. A few thirteen or fourteen-year-olds seemed to be waiting for him early in the morning. Seeing him enter the barracks, they walked up and surrounded him with ill intentions.

"Move aside." Alan said coldly.

One of the white teenagers smiled and said, "I heard you were raised for snow wolves."

After spending more than two months together, the teenagers were not completely devoid of conversation. Their identities were not considered a secret, and it was not strange to know about Allen's experiences. Strangely enough, they brought it up at this time.

"That's none of your business." Alan pushed him away, wanting to move forward.

Two big boys blocked him.

Behind them, a black youth looked at him with a faint smile. Ellen wasn't stupid either. Judging from the situation, these boys were ordered by this black youth. Alan remembered that his name was Mahal, and in terms of head, he was the strongest in the barracks. Therefore, in the barracks, a portion of the youths followed his lead and formed a small group. Previously, everyone had been busy with their own training, and they did not intersect with each other.

But today, Allen was the first to ignite the fire seed, and it was so special and dazzling in the barracks. At this moment, these people were naturally ordered by Maho to come and find trouble for themselves.

With that in mind, Alan took a step back and said, "I know what you want to do. However, if you have the strength, you should save it for the second injection and try to ignite the flame."

"Oh, what is this? A threat?" The white youth said with a smile.

Alan shook his head. "No, just a reminder. You'd better not provoke me, because it's not good for you!"

The faces of the teenagers changed. The white teenager looked at Maho, who had already pulled down his face and clenched his fists. Thus, the white youth winked at his two companions behind him. The two of them walked to the door and looked outside. Then, they closed the barracks. Then the windows were closed, and the whole barracks was quiet, and an inexplicable atmosphere was breeding.

The other youths shrank into their beds. They didn't dare to interfere, nor did they want to interfere.

When the last window was closed, the smile on the white teenager's face subsided. He walked over to Ellen and pushed him, "What are you looking for? You just got lucky and lit the fire. You're just trash, trash that goes after the snow wolf's butt to find shit to eat!"

Ellen laughed instead of being angry, "Is that so? What about you guys? You've wasted an opportunity. Aren't you even inferior to trash?"

The teenagers' breathing became heavier, and the white teenager blushed, "You bastard! You are the child of the Snow Wolf and your mother "

At the end of his sentence, a fist floated over and swept across the white youth's face. The youth's face was swept to the side and something flew out of his mouth. It was a few snow-white teeth and a mouthful of blood!

Alan's punch sent the white youth retreating, killing intent surging in his bright red eyes. At this moment, he seemed to have turned back into a wild beast roaming in the wilderness, and the wild nature that seemed to have been lost in Ron's training had returned. He did not roar or scream, but whispered, "Don't insult my mother! Are you courting death?"

However, all the youths felt a chill in their hearts as they looked at Ma Ao. Ma Ao pointed at Allen, and the youths let out a childish cry and rushed forward. After these two months of intense training, their physiques were much stronger than when they entered the camp. But no matter how strong he was, he couldn't catch up to an experienced mercenary. Alan had already killed more than one mercenary before entering the camp.

In his eyes, the movements of these youths were so unbearable that their bodies were almost full of flaws. Although he hadn't received systematic combat training, he had learned a set of slaughter moves from the wolves during his five years of wandering with the snow wolves.

Alan's figure suddenly shortened, and his hands and feet strangely slid sideways. Then, he pounced on one of the teenagers and crushed him. He raised his head slightly and smashed it down again, immediately knocking the youth into a daze. Alan then shuttled between the youths. His skill was more flexible than two months ago, and it was easy to fix them.

In just a few punches, they were all knocked down. This was still in the barracks. If they had to change places, they would probably have had Allen slaughtered long ago.

There was no such thing as mercy in Snow Wolf's dictionary.

Ma Ao was dumbfounded as he watched all of this. This was far from what he had predicted. Alan retreated to the window and punched the window glass. The glass instantly shattered, making a crisp sound. Ma Ao's expression changed, thinking that Alan was going to alarm the instructor outside. He let out a low roar and pounced on Alan. Suddenly, a white light flashed in front of his eyes, and a slight stinging pain came from the side of his neck.

The black teenager subconsciously stopped and saved his own life. Otherwise, the sharp glass fragment in Allen's hand would stab into his neck. He was a head shorter than Maho, but at this moment, Alan's aura surpassed that of the black youth. He grabbed a fragment of glass in his hand, which cut his own hand. However, his hand was still stable. The sharp edge of the fragment was facing Ma'o's neck. That was where the great artery was. As long as he handed it forward, Maho would have to see God in advance.

If there's a God in this world.

"I told you not to provoke me. You picked the wrong person." Alan Rushi said.

The barracks door was suddenly pushed open and several tall instructors ran in. One of them pulled out a long whip from his waist and threw it at Allen. The boot landed on his hand and pulled his hand away along with the glass fragment. Then Second Lieutenant Ron walked in and looked at the teenager who was either sitting or lying down, and the Second Lieutenant whistled, "Who told me what the fuck was going on?"

Maho shouted, "Second Lieutenant, it's Alan. He "

A whip came over and directly swept across Maho's nose and mouth. Blood sprayed out of his mouth as he retreated. "Do you think I'm an idiot? You're insulting my IQ with such a retarded method! I told you you were a bunch of trash, and seven or eight of you aren't a match for each other. Give me ten lashes!" Ron laughed sinisterly.

Then he looked at Ellen and chuckled, "You're no exception, kid! Private fighting is forbidden in the barracks."

Alan and the other teenagers involved in the fight were taken to the playground, tied to wooden stakes in the hot sun, and then given ten lashes each by the instructors. The ten lashes all fell on their chests, causing the youths to scream like they were slaughtering pigs. Alan clenched his teeth and did not shout, but his muscles were trembling.

After ten lashes, Maho and the others could only have their barracks lifted by the instructor. Eight people went out, but only seven came back. The white youth who had provoked Alan earlier was beaten to death, saving him the chance to ignite the fire a second time.

Allen walked back on his own. When he saw the white-haired youth walk into the barracks step by step with bloody footprints, the remaining teenagers trembled. On this day, they knew that the big ones might not be the most ruthless.

The next day, Ron didn't have the chance to rest for the injured teenagers. They were going to participate in all kinds of training as usual. It was inevitable that he would fall behind with injuries, so he received a few more beatings. Alan could only grind his teeth and barely keep up with the team today, but he couldn't surpass the other teenagers as usual.

The injuries did not recover until three days later. Half a month later, the teenagers had another chance to use the Enlightenment Medicine. This time, Alan no longer needed to participate. He was given a rare break.

When the azure steel door of the air defense hall opened, the black youth Maho walked out arrogantly. This time, he smoothly lit the fire seed.

Another month later, the youth produced the third Origin Energy Cultivator. It was a white girl Merry, so before the two-month deadline arrived, only Allen and the others had passed.

On the night of the last day of the fourth month, the barracks opened. Ron walked in and shouted, "Number 666, 548, and 273."

Alan, Mahal and Merry stood up. Ron nodded, "Follow me."

When they came out of the barracks, five instructors and a group of fully armed soldiers entered the barracks. They closed the door of the barracks, followed by gunshots and the screams of the youths. Looking at the flames and blood splashing out of the window, the faces of the three youths turned pale. It was obvious that Ron was using his own methods to "eliminate" all the unqualified people!

When the morning light started, Allen welcomed the fifth month after he entered the camp. He had just finished his fitness training and was sitting at the dining table enjoying his breakfast. Today, the dining area was exceptionally quiet. The other two teenagers, Maho and Merry, each occupied a table. After the barracks had been "cleaned" yesterday, there were only three students left in this large camp.