"Damn your workshop!"
"Damn your craftsman examination!"
"Damn your association, damn your mutant erosion..."
In the ruins of the observation station, Lou Feng crawled out from the crevice, covered in dust, clutching a sack of scavenged canned food, gasping heavily.
He raised his hand and pulled out a bug that had crawled into his collar, pinching it to death.
Didn't even have the urge to scream anymore.
He was already completely numb.
Tired, let it all be destroyed.
Never cursed so much with the word "damn" in his life.
"Why the hell am I competing with Ji Jue... Should've never come this year..."
After a night of hardships, facing such a dire situation, Lou Feng, unwilling to be eliminated, could only struggle like a salted fish tossed into a vat of sauce.
After all, grand proclamations had been made, and failing the first preselection round would mean going home in shame...
