The armored vehicle charged recklessly across the desert, unstoppable.
About twenty meters ahead of this steel beast, there was a black motorcycle with an impressive appearance, ridden by a person in rider gear, continuously dodging the attacks fired from the armored vehicle.
In such terrain.
The motorcycle was much faster than the armored vehicle, but because it had to keep dodging the barrage, their speeds were about the same, entering a stalemate.
Just now, Baiyu had entered the firing range of the armored vehicle.
That's why he was attacked.
This unexpected calamity filled him with fury, and he simultaneously noticed that this competition was probably not simple.
Besides facing other competitors.
He probably had to face the native inhabitants of this world.
Yellow Sand Realm must be a Tidal World.
Originally here to compete and gain resources, Baiyu planned to leave directly without getting involved in this indigenous battle.
However.
As the armored vehicle passed by him, the person standing on the car suddenly swept his machine gun towards Baiyu.
A burst of bullets grazed Baiyu's face and body, hitting the ground and rocks, sparking flares.
"Get lost, kid, don't be stupid,"
The man on the vehicle raised a gun, gave Baiyu a middle finger, and arrogantly shouted.
Although the other spoke in a non-native language.
Baiyu surprisingly understood his words, comprehending every syllable as if he had been using this language for years.
Clearly, this was Loloya's doing.
Baiyu was already planning to leave, but the other's attitude made his steps halt.
The armored vehicle gradually moved away.
Baiyu's Blood Qi surged through his legs, propelling him forward like an arrow.
A long knife appeared in his hand.
Upon hearing the breaking wind from behind, several people in the carriage turned their heads, instinctively squeezing the triggers, but couldn't aim accurately.
The movement was too fast.
With their eyesight and reaction speed, it was impossible to hit the target.
"Mutant! He's a mutant!"
"Run, scatter, he's coming,"
In an instant, the group panicked.
Two of them even considered jumping off the car directly.
However, the next second, Baiyu was already on the vehicle, swinging his large knife, slicing through their bodies in an instant.
Thud.
Several bodies fell off the vehicle.
At this moment, the armored vehicle quickly stopped, the driver's face terrified as he slammed the brakes.
Baiyu punched through the armored vehicle's shield, then yanked the driver out, but the person was already dead.
Baiyu frowned and jumped off the vehicle.
The armored vehicle crashed into the rocks ahead, the entire front exploded.
Flames roared around.
Baiyu frowned, looking at the people he had killed.
All were wearing uniform clothing, with a symbol of a six-pointed star and a skull pattern in the center.
They must belong to an organization.
Weapons, outfits were all standardized, even hairstyles were uniformly non-mainstream Mohicans.
Baiyu stripped off their clothes.
Besides all kinds of strange tattoos, their bodies had mechanical parts, clearly modified.
"This world's technology level should still be high. But their attire and conduct give me a barbarian feeling."
Baiyu felt some confusion.
Normally at this level of technology, social civilization shouldn't be low, but now it looked completely different.
For such a situation to appear.
Clearly, this world must be a Wasteland World, though how it got this way was unknown, current social order might be collapsing.
As for the specifics.
Just ask someone.
Baiyu looked forward, the motorcycle that had fled earlier now returned.
The rider got off the bike, removed their helmet, revealing a head of confident long hair.
"Are you a mutant?"
The woman walked down, eyes examining Baiyu, both curious and fearful.
Clearly.
Mutants were the odd ones in this world.
"Is this how you talk to your savior?"
Baiyu looked at her.
The woman's face showed a trace of embarrassment, "Sorry, I'm An Hongye, from Wildfire."
"Wildfire?"
Baiyu looked at her.
"Uh, you're not from Thirteen District? Wildfire is a resistance organization, the goal of every member is to overthrow the corporation."
An Hongye explained to Baiyu.
"What is the corporation?" Baiyu asked.
"Uh, how did you get here?"
"I lost my memory."
"I see... that's how it is, the corporation is the ruler controlling this region, they control cities, settlements, habitats, clean water sources, and various resources.
Under corporate control.
We live almost like beasts.
Only by overthrowing the corporation can we have space to survive, and everyone can gain true freedom.
How about it?
Want to join us?
Wildfire is very strong, you're so powerful, you'll definitely get good treatment.
Being able to single-handedly annihilate an entire corporate field team plus a modified heavy-duty vehicle, you're at least a Level Three Mutant, right?
Are you a Shadow Demon or Son of Thunder?"
Baiyu did not respond.
An Hongye, this chatterbox, seeing he didn't respond, quickly said: "Oh, I forgot you lost your memory.
Shadow Demon and Son of Thunder are both Level Three Mutants.
Each belongs to other two organizations, their Genetic Elixir formulas are kept secret outside, just like our organization's "Gun King".
Shadow Demon, Son of Thunder, Gun King.
These are mutant occupations, meaning mutants in this world have specific mutation directions.
Just like Magic Elixir.
There are various professions.
And the Genetic Elixir formulas are strictly controlled by various forces.
This world is more ruthless, survival even more difficult, constantly filled with slaughter and combat.
Baiyu frowned.
Loloya's Tidal World turned out to be like this.
"Want to join us? Even if not, it's good to visit our organization, it's too dangerous in the wild."
An Hongye invited.
Baiyu originally wanted to decline, but ever since entering this world, his Pollution Level had been rising.
Though slowly.
But if it keeps increasing like this, he won't last long.
"You haven't taken anti-pollution vaccines, won't last long in the wild. Come to our organization, we have vaccines available there."
An Hongye eagerly wanted to invite Baiyu to join Wildfire.
It seemed.
This resistance organization was very short-staffed.
Baiyu thought for a moment and did not refuse her.
He just secretly remained wary; An Hongye was too enthusiastic.
But if this resistance organization was at the same level as the armored vehicle earlier, he probably wouldn't be in any danger.
Baiyu did not know.
Level Three Mutants were talents each power would compete for.