Chapter 56 Survivors

Earth, wind, water and fire condensed in his palm and turned into a four-colored hexagram, flying towards the cocoon of negative energy.

The monster in the cocoon seemed to sense danger and let out a shrill cry that could be heard far away in the silent darkness.

The mark was imprinted on the cocoon, turning into a four-color cover with a clear six-pointed star pattern on it, bringing a glimmer of light to this world of eternal night.

In a corner of the city, several human-like creatures picked up some flammable construction waste, lit it, put a pot on the fire, carefully poured some water into it, and after the water boiled, one of them took out a bag of food similar to compressed biscuits from his pocket. He counted the number of people, carefully broke off a small piece of the biscuit and put it in the pot.

With gurgling sounds, the biscuits gradually broke down and turned into a porridge-like paste in the pot. Several people took their bowls and lined up consciously.

Everyone got only one bite of food, except for the only child who got two bites.

The child gobbled the food up in two bites, licked the bowl clean, touched his still hungry stomach, and said nothing sensibly.

Suddenly, a shrill cry was heard. The man who was distributing the food changed color, opened the door, rushed out, and looked at the city center.

Above the originally pitch-black sky of the city, there now appeared a ray of four-color light, like a beacon, which brought a long-lost surge of peace to his heart that had been ravaged by despair.

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After Ishikawa Akira sealed the cocoon of negative energy, the four colors of light in his body weakened a lot. Although it gradually recovered under the exchange of chaotic power, it was undoubtedly several times slower than the recovery speed on Earth.

He came down from the tall building and began to look for survivors in the city.

He searched door to door and sometimes found some things that should be food from this planet, and he would put them away.

The city is littered with bones; it is a true dead city. Finding a living person in such a huge city is undoubtedly harder than climbing to heaven.

Four-colored flames flashed in Ishikawa Akira's eyes. He didn't know how long he had been searching. Just when he wanted to give up the city, he finally saw wisps of fireworks rising.

He quickly ran towards where the smoke was rising.

It was a dilapidated hut. One could see that the surrounding houses had been demolished and some combustible construction waste had been taken away.

A faint fire lit up in the hut, and its special structure allowed the smoke to drift away from the chimney on the side.

Ishikawa Akira walked forward and could hear someone in the house saying something in a language he couldn't understand.

He knocked on the door, and instantly, the people in the room stopped talking and the air was silent.

After a moment, there was a "creak" sound, and a dirty, dark face appeared from the crack of the door. It was a man's face.

After seeing Ishikawa Akira, the man was obviously relieved, opened the door and walked out.

The man was wrapped tightly, but his clothes were very worn and looked like they had been worn for many years.

He looked at Ishikawa Akira, who was wearing thin clothes, with surprise in his eyes. He didn't know how he could survive in such extremely cold weather wearing such thin clothes.

He led Ishikawa Akira into the house and closed the door. Ishikawa Akira finally felt a little warmth. Because there was a fire in the house, the temperature was much better than outside.

In addition to the man at the beginning, there were four other people in the house, including a woman, two men, and a little girl. The girl was lying behind the woman, looking at Ishikawa Akira with curious eyes.

They were just like the men at the beginning, wrapped tightly like a few big dumplings.

The man tried to communicate with Ishikawa Akira, but found that he was completely unable to communicate. He couldn't help feeling disappointed and pity for him. He thought that Ishikawa Akira was a deaf-mute.

Ishikawa Akira laughed in silence. A blue light screen rose in front of him, recording what these people said, and began to analyze the meaning of these languages.

Taking advantage of this time, Ishikawa Akira used the system's detection function on several people.

It was discovered that these people generally had a D-level life level. That woman was D-. As a female, her physique was naturally weaker than that of a male. And that girl was only E-level.

It may not seem like a big deal on this planet, but on Earth, these people are definitely supermen.

The man was discussing something with several of his companions, and soon they started arguing. The woman and the girl stood behind the man, and it was obvious that they were a family.

After a while, the other two men couldn't argue with him, so they turned their heads away and sat aside with cold faces.

The man glanced at Ishikawa Akira and went to work by the fire. After a while, with a smile on his face, the man carefully handed a bowl to Ishikawa Akira. Ishikawa Akira looked down and saw two mouthfuls of thick porridge in the bowl. Ishikawa Akira pointed at himself in disbelief, and the man smiled and nodded.

Only then did he realize that the man had given him a portion of the food they depended on for survival, which was why he had gotten into an argument with his companions.

Looking at the dark and dirty face in front of him that was smiling, Ishikawa Akira felt an indescribable emotion surge in his heart.

He took the bowl from the man's hand and took a small sip. The food had a rough texture but was very warm. As he swallowed, the warmth seemed to enter his heart.

Behind the woman, the little girl looked at the bowl in Ishikawa Akira's hand and swallowed.

Seeing this, Ishikawa Akira smiled softly and waved to the girl. The girl walked forward hesitantly, and Ishikawa Akira put the bowl in the girl's hands.

The girl subconsciously looked at her parents. The man stepped forward and wanted to return the bowl to Ishikawa Akira, but was stopped by Ishikawa Akira.

Ishikawa Mingchao shook his head at the man and took out some food he had collected outside from his pocket. The man's eyes widened instantly.

The two people with stern faces over there suddenly changed their expressions, their cold faces melted away, and they smiled and said something to the man.

The man glanced at the two of them and said nothing.

Ishikawa Akira put the food in the man's hand, but the man's face changed again and he kept pushing it away.

The two men behind him looked unhappy when they saw that he didn't want food.

Finally, Ishikawa Akira forced the food into the man's arms, and the man put the food away embarrassedly.

The little girl got her father's consent and ate the thick porridge, with a look of satisfaction on her face.

Ishikawa Akira touched her head, and the little girl looked up and gave her an innocent smile in response.

In a blink of an eye, Ishikawa Akira had been in this small group for three days, and he had been in this world for five days.

With the help of Kallen II, he learned very quickly and was able to communicate with several people in a simple way.

Through communication and questioning, he gradually had an idea in his mind and roughly knew that this was that world.

If his guess is correct, then this time it is very likely to super evolve in one fell swoop and gain a huge size.

The only problem is that he might not make it in time. He only stays in this world for 60 days, minus five days, which leaves him with only 55 days.

So we must explore this world as soon as possible to see where the time node is!

　Two updates today

　　It will be on the shelves tomorrow. I don’t know why the remarks about its release have been posted there. I’ll repeat them here for everyone to see.

　　Gentlemen, you read it right, the flop author is going to be put on the shelves.

　　I didn’t expect it to be so sudden. The editor-in-charge just notified me.

　　Currently, this book has about 2300 collections and more than 300 follow-up readers. Tomorrow's first-order data will definitely not look good.

　　However, the author will still try his best to continue writing, after all, it is the first book in his life.

　　Many of the Ultraman novels on the market are suspected of being fake. The author wanted to write a fan fiction that was not too far away from the theme of Ultraman, but his writing skills were not good enough and it was not interesting enough.

　　I would like to thank the readers who contributed 300 follow-up reads to me. I hope everyone will support me tomorrow.

　　As for the explosive updates, the author has no drafts on hand, and the editor’s notification was too sudden, so I can only try my best to update tomorrow.

　　Let's set a goal here. If the first order can reach 200, we will update three times a day for a week, although the possibility is very small.

　　The author has a job and doesn't have much time to spare for part-time work, so please bear with me!

　　
　
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