The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

The collapse of the mezzanine space was only a momentary event.

The sharp touch as if immersed in the water came in an instant, and the ears, nasal cavity, and even the eyes seemed to be covered with a hazy mist. But after a short while, this feeling disappeared without a trace.

It seemed that someone was holding his head and forcibly experienced the sour and refreshing experience of drowning in the water, but it did not surprise Jing'an.

The mezzanine space is a special existence relying on reality. This is an irreversible and irreversible absolute law. And under this premise, without the messenger Elena, the entire world would lose the pillars on which it relied for its livelihood.

The pavilion hanging in the air collapsed in an instant, and after its remnant fell apart, it would still follow the guidance of gravity after all, as if the suckling swallow came home and returned to the original starting point.

And the final destination is naturally the vast real world.

Thoughts fluttered, but it was only a short while before Jingan felt her body again. He tried to move his body, but he could only think of a way to move his eyelids.

Under the trembling movement, a pair of dark eyes opened slowly.

The first goal is the endless clear sky above the head. Under the pure plain color as white as cream, even Jing'an had the illusion of trance.

Is this... back to reality?

Jing'an's eyes flowed, but only when he turned his gaze to a certain angle, he had already caught a glimpse of that bright spot of light. The hot, unsightly bright light squeezed into Jing'an's field of vision, shining his eyes slightly painful.

Even if no one reminded, Jing'an still reacted immediately.

This is the sun.

It is the glowing ball of light that can bring warmth and light, and then awaken everything-if it is normal. Jing'an will not give birth to such a strange thought at all.

But for the current situation, such a weird scene made him feel a little... weird for a while.

Just now, it was still like late at night.

Why is it dawn now?

At this moment, his thoughts were turning rapidly, but in a short while, he figured out where this joint was.

The flow of time in the mezzanine space cannot be guessed by common sense. Even if it is a simple pause of a few minutes, several hours may have been wasted in reality.

This reason can be used to explain the current time issue, but at the same time, it leads to another more serious confusion.

Is it the second day or the third day? Or is it... after a few days more exaggerated?

Without any reference, Jing'an cannot obtain this kind of information through observation. So no matter how anxious he is, he still has no way to deal with the status quo.

And speaking of it... where is he now?

At the moment, the strange angle where you can see the sky at a glance, no matter how you look at it, it shouldn't be what it looks like inside the house.

As if the absurd idea of ​​lying flat on the wasteland appeared in her heart, Jing An couldn't help but think carefully about what kind of state she was in before entering the space.

"Before entering the mezzanine space, I, obviously, should have been in front of Jasmine's hotel..."

At the same time, Jing'an was also keenly aware of some changes in her body.

One of the most obvious points is his current appearance.

Even if he didn't need to reach out to touch it, he clearly felt that he was no longer the crocodile mouth, and his whole body showed the weird appearance of colloidal red skin.

"really."

Whispering to herself in a low voice, Jing An applied for her own unique idea in another way.

Not all of the things that happen in the mezzanine space can be brought into reality. Just like Elena's reshaping of her body, even rejuvenation and subversion of common sense...

These are nothing more than mimicry that looks like a mirror flower.

They are all concepts that can be simulated only by relying on the uniqueness of the mezzanine space. If it were in the real world, Elena would still only have a slight sour smell all over her body, and her whole body would reveal an old man with a sullen air.

It can also be understood that Jing'an had a life-and-death battle with Elena in the'dream'.

It is only under the influence of evolutionary pathways that this illusory dream becomes more and more bizarre, but at the same time it can in turn affect reality.

And as the final result of this struggle, Jing'an obtained this exaggerated to extreme abnormal body, and naturally it would not be brought into reality.

You must know that Jing'an not only used all his best, but also had the help of the ‘black’, so that he could survive.

If the uncertain information of the polluter is excluded, even with the system in place, Jing'an does not think it has much chance of winning. Under the premise of doing everything possible as a conventional means, Elena's upper limit almost made him look up.

In terms of strength alone, the sharp gap between the 2nd-level mutant and the 3rd-level mutant is almost the sharp gap between the sky and the earth.

And to be able to achieve this miraculous result, I have to say that this is a more mysterious...coincidence.

All the favorable factors and uncontrollable content converge at this moment, and the resulting chemical effects are the direct cause of such results.

In other words, this is a very rare probabilistic event. Just as the same black society sprouted its own consciousness, among the many ‘impossible’ links, it is only possible to go through a series of deviations and reversals, which can produce the most incredible results.

Do it again, no one will pat the chest to guarantee that it will definitely be the result-even if the system is in it, it is also impossible.

Among the most impacts of this series, the intuitive performance is Jing'an's perfect body that is approaching the final stage.

After undergoing several successive reorganizations, strengthening, and even deep mutation processes, that type of state can be said to be the top grade that can be reached by level 2 mutants. It is no exaggeration to say that if it were in that kind of physical situation, Jing'an could be like the black guy.

Getting started is running at full speed beyond the limit.

The frame constructed by the strong body can fully carry the violent tiger-like driving ‘motor’.

I have to say that in a sense this is a regrettable fact.

But conversely, this result is also a kind of luck for Jing'an.

The body of the defiler must be much stronger than the normal human form, but if he is greedy by that incomparable power, he has to abandon the flesh and blood right now.

Polluterization is irreversible, and this law also applies to appearance.