At six o'clock in the evening, as always, Britta walked through the bustling boxing arena stands with a wooden beverage box hanging in front of him.

"Breta! Come here for a second." Boss Xiong waved from afar.

Hearing the voice, Bryta, carrying her beverage case, trotted over and asked softly, "Mr. West, did you call me?"

Boss Xiong squinted at him, nodded, and instructed him, "I just received an urgent delivery order. It's for delivering to Mix's Cemetery to mourn that guy, Clindall. Unfortunately, I'm out of White Roses. So, you go..."

“I have some!” Bretta blurted out, blinking excitedly. “I have four more at home. I put them in a vase for two days, and they still look beautiful this morning!”

"You have it?" Boss Xiong raised an eyebrow. "Where did you get it?"

“A gentleman bought my flowers and then gave them to me as a gift,” Britta explained.

Upon hearing this, Boss Xiong glanced at the handsome young man before him, smiled enigmatically, then, after a moment's thought, adopted a gentler, more benevolent tone, saying, "Breta, would you be willing to give up those four flowers and send them to poor Colonel Klindall? I can..."

“Of course I would. It was Colonel Klindall who saved me back then,” Britta said without hesitation. He had originally intended to go and pay his respects.

Upon hearing this, Boss Xiong secretly rejoiced that he had spoken slowly, thus gaining an easy advantage.

"Alright, then hurry back and get the flowers, and take two bottles of drinks with you to Mix's Cemetery." Boss Xiong was unusually kind, even giving him directions. "Go quickly and come back soon. There won't be any food if you're late."

“Mmm!” Bryta nodded emphatically, thinking that Boss Xiong was a really good person. He saw this morning that the flowers he had watered for two days had come back to life, and he had been planning to find some time to go to the colonel’s grave to give them to him.

Before leaving the underground boxing arena, he wanted to say goodbye to his neighbor, since the flowers were a gift from him. He took off his beverage case, grabbed two bottles, and cautiously approached Cheng Cheng near the arena entrance.

Cheng Cheng, who was leaning against the door, noticed the little guy. A feeling of tenderness welled up in his heart, so he bent down and leaned closer, gesturing with his eyes to ask him a question.

Suddenly, Bretta was startled by his tall figure approaching and noticed the holster beside his leg. She nervously swallowed, remembering how others addressed him, and cautiously began, "Master...Master..."

Cheng Cheng, who was grinning from ear to ear, was speechless.

He immediately became serious and said, "Call me 'brother'."

Bleta quickly corrected herself, saying, "Brother."

His voice was soft and pleasant to listen to. Cheng Cheng was overjoyed and shamelessly said "Hey!" He looked at the green drink in the man's hand with great delight and asked expectantly, "What's wrong?"

Bretta quickly explained, "Where is the gentleman who asked me questions yesterday?"

"You're looking for the captain?" Cheng Cheng's face fell. He suddenly remembered that the things the captain had done today were related to the kid in front of him, so he became wary and asked, "He's not here. You can tell me what's wrong."

Bryta was in a hurry, so she could only tell the truth: "I want to tell him that I want to give the four white roses he gave me to Colonel Klindall, and I hope he won't be angry when he finds out."

"..." Cheng Cheng was taken aback, then burst into laughter without any restraint, "Pfft—! Hahahaha!!!"

I can't believe their captain would actually send flowers?! And not only that, but he also lost to me?

Startled by his undisguised laughter, Bleta took a step back and asked, "W-what's wrong?"

Cheng Cheng quickly waved his hand and replied with a smile, "No! It's nothing! Go ahead, our captain is magnanimous and won't mind."

"Oh, oh." Bleta thought to herself that she was rushing back for dinner and didn't dare to delay any longer, so she ran off quickly.

"Boss, don't worry about this. I've already had my kids carefully select four of the best white roses and two bottles of the hottest-selling Coke to send to the Colonel... It's a pity he never tasted anything this good in his lifetime..."

"Alright. The money has been transferred to you. I want to mourn anonymously, don't tell anyone." The man's voice was gloomy. After speaking, the man in the black coat, standing at the entrance of the underground city, immediately cut off the communication after seeing the boy running out of the elevator. He stared at the boy's retreating figure, his brown eyes revealing a sinister aura.

Bretta rushed home, carefully took the four flowers out of the vase, tended to them meticulously, wiped the roots and stems, then, holding the flowers and two bottles of alien cola, she swallowed hard, stared at the dark green liquid, quickly stuffed it into her pocket, went out, took the elevator downstairs, and unexpectedly saw the sunset in the distance of the Mix Base through the transparent elevator glass.

This year, unusually, there was no haze. The blood-red afterglow connected the boundary outside the Mixi base with the horizon, like a wilderness scorched by fire.

Bryta suddenly became curious about the world outside the base. He had heard that there were mutated animals and plants everywhere outside. He wondered if he would stop going hungry if he left the base.

The Mix Cemetery was almost on the outskirts of the base. He walked for more than two hours through Mix Plaza and along the desolate road. It was getting dark, and it was the dead of winter. The surroundings were bleak and lonely.

The cemetery caretaker was nowhere to be found. Bretta was nocturnal; his vision was actually sharper at night. He had only been able to speak for six months and knew very few characters. Besides, the Mix's tombstone was inscribed in two internationally recognized languages.

He was getting a little anxious, so he had to get closer to the tombstones, one by one, trying to deduce the identity of the owner from the photos on the tombstones.

Not far away, two people hidden in the darkness stared eerily and silently at Blaita, who was bent over and earnestly searching for Colonel Klindall's tombstone.

"...Are you sure that corrosive liquid is related to him?" the brown-haired man in black asked in a deep voice.

The other, shorter, thinner man next to him nodded with a glint in his eyes: "That's right, that kid Maurer was with him the whole day. I was watching from the shadows. That kid is no ordinary person; he's very skilled. That corrosive liquid must have fallen from him. There was no one else around at the time."

"Is that so?" The man in black slightly raised his chin, gesturing to him, "Go and see who he is. Be careful, don't make a fool of yourself like Maurer."

The short, thin man chuckled softly upon hearing this: "Of course."

As he approached Blaita, he took out a spider from a petri dish that he had prepared beforehand, and with a smirk, he took out a bottle of medicine that glowed green in the night, twisted off the cap, and prepared to drip it into the petri dish.

"Sir, are you also here to mourn Colonel Klindall?" A gentle and polite voice suddenly rang out in front of him.

The man who was pouring the alien essence was startled and almost spilled it on himself. He looked up and, by the flickering energy-saving streetlights in the distance of the cemetery, he could barely make out the face of the guy in front of him. The other guy seemed to be staring longingly at the alien essence in his hand.

He straightened his expression and immediately sneered, "No, I came to see you."

"Looking for me?" Bretta stared at the alien substance in his hand and the tiny spider the size of a fingernail in the petri dish, pleading obediently, "You're feeding the spider, right? Could you leave some for me after you're done feeding it? I just want to... just lick one..."

The man was taken aback. Was this kid an idiot? Was what Wies was looking for really on him?

So what if there's a misunderstanding? It's just that this little fool has bad luck. He raised an eyebrow and continued pouring all the alien substances into the petri dish, smiling coldly, "No rush, after feeding it, it's all yours."

After saying that, she handed him the last bit of the alien essence.

"Thank you!" Britta accepted it expectantly.

As the man watched the spider in the petri dish in his hand begin to change under the influence of the foreign substance, he elegantly inverted the dish, backing away as he watched it gradually grow larger as it landed at Bretta's feet. He retreated a few steps to safety, a smirk playing on his lips: "Goodbye, little guy."

"Stop dawdling." Returning to the brown-haired man named Wiz behind them, the man said coldly, "Why did you give him the potion bottle?"

"This little idiot wants it, and he even said he wants to lick it..." When he looked up, he was shocked to see that the boy had turned the medicine bottle upside down and stuck out his little tongue, seemingly having licked the remaining liquid in the bottle clean.

"Holy crap! He actually dared to do that!"

Wiz looked up and pressed a button on the side of his glasses, which were perched on the bridge of his nose. Through the lenses in front of his eyes, he could clearly see in the night that the spider at Bryta's feet had grown several times its original size in a few seconds.

Bretta frowned, swirled her tongue around inside the potion bottle, and realized she couldn't lick any further in. She smacked her lips in disappointment and looked up, quickly smelling an even stronger scent than what was left in the potion bottle.

He slowly raised his head and saw the small spider rapidly swell and grow taller, appearing larger every second, until it completely enveloped him, nearly three or four meters tall. Its entire body was covered in dark brown hairs, with small white hairs on its head, four eyes in the middle, and two more eyes on each side of the eyeballs. Four strong chelicerae on each side were also positioned on either side. From below, Bleta could also see its large, round abdomen.

He stared blankly up at the completely mutated spider-like creature in front of him, motionless.

"Tsk, this kid's completely terrified," the short, thin man quipped.

The man in black, Wiz, stared coldly at the boy, ignoring his words.

After the spider underwent complete mutation, it immediately sensed the undisguised gaze of the human in front of it. Feeling extremely hungry after the mutation, it suddenly spat out a snow-white spider silk at Bryta in front of it.

Bretta sensed danger and instinctively dodged to the side. He paused, looking at the spider silk clinging to where he had just been standing, and then curiously squatted down to touch it.

However, seeing that it hadn't caught its prey, the giant spider continued to attack him by rapidly spitting out its silk.

"Huh?" Britta dodged easily to the right and behind him, puzzled. He realized that the spider was attacking him and wanted to eat him too.

The man who just left is gone. He seemed to have said before he left that everything was for him.

Thinking this, Bleta nimbly leaped up and dodged several spider web attacks.

Wiz, through his night-vision goggles, clearly saw the boy nimbly evade all attacks, and frowned slightly.

"This kid is really something, but I wonder if that corrosive liquid is on him..." the short, thin man muttered to himself.

Bleta had never actually eaten a giant alien before. He had just licked some alien essence, and now, savoring the taste on his tongue, he was increasingly eager to eat the spider.

How do we even begin?

He also had four white roses he had brought with him and two bottles of drinks in his pocket, but fortunately, this did not affect his evasive behavior.

Just then, a whole spider web descended from above, the sticky silk enveloping him completely. Luckily, Bretta reacted quickly, using his back to shield the flower. However, when he tried to move his arms, he found himself completely stuck in the silk and unable to move; in fact, the more he struggled, the tighter it seemed to become!

Seeing that its prey had taken the bait, the spider quickly crawled along its web to prepare to eat.

Bryta stared at the giant spider rapidly approaching him. He tried to pull it away several times but couldn't budge it. He couldn't help but feel anxious and scared. Looking at its constantly moving black mouthparts, he trembled with fear. Would he really be eaten?

It was so close, and he was about to be devoured.

Britta gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of corrosive liquid, spraying it onto the spider's massive body. The liquid immediately emitted a sizzling sound wherever it touched! The spider was suddenly in pain, and in agony and rage, it raised its nearly two-meter-long chelicerae to attack him!

Its chelicerae slashed down fiercely, sinking several feet into the ground beneath the ruptured web, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The boy, who should have been completely pierced, actually managed to dodge several meters away, kneeling on one knee holding a bunch of white roses. Bright red blood dripped from his injured forehead onto the white petals, making the pure white flowers appear even more beautiful, as if they were alive.

"How...how is this possible?!"

Wiz stared intently, reached out and zoomed in on the screen, and saw several charred, corroded spots on the spiderweb the boy had just escaped from.

He stared intently at the handsome young man whose forehead was bleeding, and coldly commanded:

"—Grab him."

Author's Note: Tata: It's too big, I don't know how to start, so sad QAQ Thank you to all the little angels who voted for me or watered my plants between 2022-01-11 16:38:07 and 2022-01-12 12:06:27!

Thank you to the little angel who threw the landmine: Xueyue (1 landmine);

Thank you to the little angel who watered the nutrient solution: Qianye (1 bottle);

Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!