"Alliance Town is too clean!" complained the black-haired boy, "There is no garbage, no plants, and even no soil!"

System 2d14: "Host! How about we look in the gardens of those big bosses?"

An alien: "How many points is the cheapest garden?"

System 2d14: "2 billion..."

An alien: "Forget it, I can't afford it."

System 2d14: "Host! Taskers do not have to return to Alliance Town and continue to carry out salvation missions. You can complete your personal information now and go directly to the next mission world! The mission world must have more organic matter than Alliance Town!"

"This is a good idea!" praised the black-haired boy.

The system, praised by its own host, asked happily: "Host! Do you want to complete your personal information immediately?"

The black-haired boy: "Yes."

System 2d14: "Ding! Please confirm whether the name is correct. If not, please change it immediately. The system defaults to: Alien."

System 2d14: "Eh? Host! Your name is so weird~"

The black-haired boy said calmly: "The system registration is wrong. Change it immediately. My name is... um... Little Alien. Small in size, Alien in alien."

System 2d14: "Ding! The change is complete. Is the host a mutant?"

The black-haired boy: "No."

System 2d14: "Ding! Non-mutants, please fill in your specific specialties."

The black-haired boy switched the concept: "Synthesize one organic substance into another, and the mutual conversion between extremely individual inorganic substances." System

2d14 : "Host! But do you still have the ability of tentacles?"

The black-haired boy continued to deceive the stupid system: "Aren't tentacles organic matter transformed from garbage?"

System 2d14: "Oh, that's right. Ding! Data collection is complete. You can now choose the end of the world with a difficulty coefficient not exceeding 10 as the second mission world."

The black-haired boy: "Is there a difficulty coefficient of 10? I want to save points to buy a house."

System 2d1 4: "Ding! Currently, only one apocalypse with a difficulty coefficient of 10 is open: the zombie apocalypse of Planet C. Do you want to apply?"

Black-haired boy: "Yes."

System 2d14: "Ding! Deduct 10 points to choose a transmission location, otherwise it will be randomly transmitted. Do you want to..."

Black-haired boy: "What do you think!"

System 2d14: "Oh, I have applied for random transmission for you. Countdown 10, 9..."

Two minutes later, Planet C

The black-haired boy appeared out of thin air in a desolate alley. Unlike what was expected, the scene of organic matter everywhere that a certain alien expected did not appear. In fact, now and even in late autumn, there is nothing else in the empty alley except bricks, cement and the cold wind.

The alien, who was still wearing short sleeves, could only hold his left shoulder with one hand and shivered. It was so cold!

The alien was now just an ordinary human boy. His five senses were not sharp, and he did not dare to change back to his original form. What if there were other local superpowers around?

But there was always a way out. The alien carefully stepped over the wreckage of various vehicles and broken glass to the end of the alley, and finally found a staggering zombie at the corner!

The alien stared at the zombie with its intestines dragging, and ran towards it happily. Just when the black-haired boy was about to knock the zombie down and give it a warm hug.

"Child, be careful!"

With this shout, the alien was instantly swept aside by a sudden gust of wind, missing the zombie, and then bang! It knocked down an abandoned motorcycle, making a series of ping-pong sounds, and then rolled onto the concrete floor.

The dull zombie then discovered the alien, staggered towards the black-haired boy, and was hit by three fireballs flying from behind, rolling and burning.

The alien turned his head and looked back, only to see a grandfather and a grandmother rushing towards him.

"Child, are you okay?" The confused alien was helped up by the grandmother who had just reminded him.

Without waiting for the boy to respond, the series of noises just now were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly making the originally silent alley and the surrounding residential buildings agitated. A series of rustling sounds mixed with beast-like roars came from all directions and gathered towards the few people from far and near.

"Oh no! The surrounding second-level zombies are attracted!" The old man who just fired the fireball immediately became nervous, grabbed a certain alien, and protected him in the middle with the old woman on the left and right.

At this time, four or five zombies have appeared in the sight of several people. They are obviously much more agile than the zombie that has been burned to ashes, and their decay is not that serious. The zombies roared and rushed towards the three people!

The black-haired boy watched the old lady use the wind to blow the two zombies in the front to a standstill. The old man immediately threw out two fireballs, but this kind of zombie is obviously more powerful. It rolled on the ground and extinguished more than half of the flames. The zombies behind are still coming! The two can only keep outputting their superpowers and use wind and fireballs to barely resist.

System 2d14 anxiously shouted in the black-haired boy's mind: "Host! Go help them!"

The alien was also torn between heaven and man: Should he expose his own terrible nature, transform back to his original form, and save two lives?

At this time, the master and the lady were exhausted, the wind and the fireballs were much weaker, and a zombie was about to pounce on the master!

The alien took a deep breath, and simply rushed towards the zombie in human form. When its fangs were about to bite the old man's neck, it hugged the zombie tightly and threw him to the ground. While taking advantage of the opportunity, it took the opportunity to roll under an abandoned van with the zombie in its arms.

"Kid!" The two elders behind the black-haired boy shouted worriedly! But they were tightly entangled by the zombies that swarmed over them at this moment, and they could only watch helplessly as the boy was caught by the zombies and pushed under the car, disappearing from their sight.

At this moment, the black-haired boy held the zombie firmly under his body, and his right hand, which was holding its waist, instantly transformed into black silk, happily absorbing nutrients.

The unfortunate zombie felt the danger and bit the boy's cheek, trying to make a final struggle!

A certain alien listened to the terrified screams of that stupid system in his mind, and looked at the enlarged zombie's bloody mouth in front of him. He had no choice but to mutate his own mouth and bite the zombie's chin! Then he pulled hard, and the poor zombie's mandible was separated from the head in an instant.

The black-haired boy spat the zombie's chin on the ground, looking at the zombie with only the upper gums left.

System 2d14: "Ugh!"

At this moment, the black-haired boy saw with his peripheral vision that at the corner of the alley, a strong young man was running at a speed of 100 meters in 5 seconds, and directly knocked away the zombie blocking the road and joined the battle. He punched a second-level zombie in the head that was about to bite someone, then squatted beside the van, grabbed the right foot of a certain alien and pulled it out with all his strength, trying to pull the black-haired boy out of the terrible zombie's hand!

The alien quickly gave up the half-sucked zombie and changed his mouth back to human form. Suddenly, a rotten stench instantly swept over the black-haired boy. The alien could only hold back the desire to vomit from the human body, and at the same time, he used the black silk that his right hand hidden under the zombie body turned into to hold the ground and the strong boy tightly, shouting hard. Then he turned his head to the side without leaving a trace, and spat out his tongue, lips, teeth and entire oral mucosa covered with zombie mucus (System 2d14: "Oh my god!!!"), and then instantly grew a new mouth for himself.

The abandoned beach that was spit on the ground consciously transformed itself into black silk and disguised itself.

At this time, the black-haired boy withdrew his right hand and was dragged out by the strong young man. The alien stood up with the help of the strong young man, and then was pushed into the middle of the three people and protected tightly.

Afterwards, with the joining of this strong young man, the battle situation was reversed instantly, and the three of them destroyed the seven or eight zombies in a few minutes.

"Kid! It's all my fault! If you hadn't saved an old man like me, you wouldn't have died at such a young age..." The old man turned around with regret and looked at the boy who was bitten by the zombie. After seeing his unscathed face, he was instantly stunned.

"Kid, what's wrong with you?" The old lady still asked with a worried look on her face.

"It didn't bite me." The black-haired boy said embarrassedly, I bit it...

"Kid, you are too careless! Why did you run towards the zombies!" The old lady was relieved when she saw that the boy was fine, and then she blamed him with anger. Then she caught a glimpse of the black-haired boy's left arm...

"You must have suffered a lot, kid! You are all alone, and you don't have any special powers. Our Xiaoyong was also bitten on the arm by a zombie... Although he cut off his arm himself, he still didn't survive.

He was about the same age as you are now... Hey, seeing you is like seeing our Xiaoyong again." Aunt Huang's eyes were filled with tears, and Uncle Chen and the strong young man beside her also became sad.

The black-haired boy stared blankly at his half-missing left arm, thinking sadly: In order not to lose your vest, you may never grow it back!