Warlord

In turbulent times, people were called mobs for all those who did not accept the jurisdiction of the company or organization. Although the mobs wandering in the wilderness didn’t have superpowers, they often had stronger physiques than ordinary people in order to fight against the harsh environment.

Without organization, there would be no legacy of civilization. After three generations of transformation, the mobs living in the wilderness now possessed bodies comparable to mutated beasts, as well as a wide range of recipes that could eat almost anything. However, as their abilities improved, they became no different from wild beasts after losing their civilization. There are even radical scholars who classify them and living corpses into the same category, belonging to the products of evolution that originated from humans but eventually began to diverge. The only difference between them and living corpses was that the mob still maintained the human reproduction instinct.

As for the living corpses, no matter what, they could not reproduce through the combination. In this aspect, the mob was much higher ranked than the living corpses.

However, for most people, the mob meant hard labour and hard labour. To those who were engulfed in the flames of civilization, this was the only thing that mattered. Apart from this, they were no different from mutated beasts.

This was the perspective of the majority of the people. Even for a child like Monnie, who had experienced misfortune since she was young, it was no exception for her as she lived in a city. So when he saw the two naked men, Zero could see the deep disgust in the girl’s eyes.

He could understand Monnie, more than most people hated the mob. Just like how you can’t like a ferocious stray dog unless one day it becomes your domestic dog. However, in his eyes, they were not so much mob people, but more like the jungles and natives of the old era in Central Africa.

The natives, people living in the jungle, lived an isolated life. They still hunt for a living in the jungle with homemade crude weapons while we enjoy the benefits of modern industry. They might not be able to see the fires of the civilization, but they had inherited the ancient customs to this day.

Of course, in these turbulent times, the natives in front of him were still different from the old days. At least, they were more dangerous.

Due to the urgency of the evacuation, Zero’s rucksack was left by the fire. It contained the food and water that he and Monnie needed for ten days. They could throw anything away, but they could not leave this backpack behind.