Death Stranding: I Return from the Beach

Chapter 6: Factions Among Superpowered Individuals: Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain

When Xiong Jian accepted the hat from his underlings, he whispered a few words of advice to them, and then the underlings drove away.

The gist of it is: don't mess with Chen Wang, treat this as our first meeting, and I'll be working with him in the future.

In the midst of the chaotic battle, he had a sudden inspiration and gave Chen Wang the [Smoke Machine] skill book, which is a wind-type skill book.

The skills of superhumans are divided into four major schools: Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain. As the names suggest, only superhumans belonging to the Wind school can learn them.

However, the [Sam's Power] released by Chen Wang showed no signs of being wind-based.

Even if Xiong Jian was very knowledgeable, he had never heard of this ability before.

He became even more curious about Chen Wang. Could it be that the information he searched for was wrong, and he found another loser named Chen Wang?

While thinking about it, he injected serum with the help of his younger brother and bandaged his emaciated right arm.

Chen Wang had already realized just how extraordinary his talent was the night before he set off.

He is an "all-rounder," meaning he can learn superhuman skills from any school of thought.

According to records, there are only a few dozen superhumans of the Omnipotent Faction in the entire Eastern Continent. They are scattered throughout the country and are all well-known figures in their respective regions.

While he was pondering, Xiong Jian walked up to him with a cheerful smile.

"Brother Chen, this is the hat you wanted." Xiong Jian handed him the baseball cap. "To be honest, it's not particularly good-looking. I usually just leave it collecting dust... no, Wang Xiaoxian is too lazy to wear it!"

The hat was black, very light, and had large white lettering printed on the front: "Why Me?"

"However, it has one feature," Xiong Jian explained, "when you wear it and look up at the sky, you can see the real-time weather for the surrounding area!"

"That inventor in Hongcheng has so much free time, spending all his time tinkering with these little toys," he muttered to himself.

Chen Wang responded and hung his hat on the shoe hook behind him.

He had to deal with the two corpses on the ground.

After death, the soul goes to the underworld, while the body gradually decays.

If the corpse is not dealt with in time, the stranded soul will instead devour the body, remaining on the continent and becoming a homeless wandering spirit: BT.

Beached Things, things from the Beach.

"Everyone, lend a hand and lift him up!"

Four or five vagrants spontaneously organized themselves and were putting their unfortunate friend, who had been cut in two by Wang Xiaoxian, into a body bag.

"Rest in peace..." They zipped up the body bag and placed him on the back of a strong man.

"Um, superhuman," they said, looking at Chen Wang, "none of us dare to carry Wang Xiaoxian on our backs. Could you please take him to the incinerator?"

Chen Wang nodded, and with the help of the refugees, he wrapped up Wang Xiaoxian and carried him on his back.

Just follow in my footsteps.

After the strong man finished speaking, he quickly headed towards the incineration plant.

Chen Wang set off, carrying a body bag and following in the footsteps of those who came before him.

Wang Xiaoxian weighs 80 kilograms, which is just the right weight for Chen Wang, enough for him to run.

In his memory, Sam, relying on his incredible strength and iron shoulders, managed to travel all over the Western continent. He could only exclaim: Sam is truly a superman.

Along the way, Xiong Jian followed beside him, always making small talk.

He said that the strong, muscular man walking in front was the deliveryman for the No. 3 refugee settlement.

Although they are called deliverymen, they have no formal employment status or company management; they simply rely on brute force and courage to make a living.

"With so many refugees on the surface, don't they all have the right to live in the underground city?" Chen Wang couldn't help but ask.

"Only a portion of them are truly ineligible," Xiong Jian said slowly. "There are a lot of others who either have mysterious, unspeakable pasts, or are criminals or mentally ill, and they all want to stay on the surface."

"Of course, there are also groups like our Speed ​​Racer Gang, who are willing to give up comfort for freedom."

As she spoke, she was moved by her own words, and her voice choked with emotion.

When they passed a small river, Chen Wangben intended to wade across, but Xiong Jian stroked his goatee and pulled out a folding ladder from behind his back.

He laid the ladder across the river: "It's easy to cross the river with this. Look, it even has the Flying Bike Gang's logo on it."

Chen Wang understood the principle of using a ladder to cross the river, but he was curious as to why Xiong Jian had changed so quickly.

"If you knew you'd be dealing with a body, why didn't you ride your motorcycles?"

"The road is unstable and bumpy," Xiong Jian explained. "Besides, you can't ride a bike with just one hand!"

In reality, he wanted to accompany Chen Wang for a while so that the other party could lower his guard.

"Actually, our Speed ​​Racer Gang has some orders recently... and we need a skilled delivery driver."

After crossing the river, Xiong Jian finally extended an invitation: "How about you do some deliveries for us from now on? Money and gifts will all be provided according to the dungeon's standards!"

Seeing that Chen Wang remained silent, he gritted his teeth and said again, "It's definitely better than what the dungeon gives! And it's all normal delivery, so it won't cause you any trouble."

Chen Wang simply nodded slightly, said "I'll think about it," and continued searching for footprints.

Suddenly, a loud rumbling sound came from the sky not far away.

Xiong Jian was startled. Didn't the weather forecast say there would be no rain?

Chen Wang took off the hat from the shoe hook and borrowed it for the time being.

He wore it on his head and looked up at the cloud-covered sky.

"Heavy rain is imminent within a 3-kilometer radius."

As luck would have it, it was centered around the incinerator.

Xiong Jian was a little flustered; it seemed that his plan to accompany her all the way would have to be put on hold.

He made a few final requests to Chen Wang, repeatedly hoping that the other party could help him get private jobs in the future, and then ran away without looking back.

A raindrop fell silently, striking the weeds on the ground. The small blade of grass first grew and turned green, then quickly withered and died.

This is the Time Rain that accelerates the life process of everything it touches after the Death Stranding incident.

The surroundings gradually darkened, sweeping away the clarity of the daytime.

Just before the torrential rain began, Chen Wang finally made it to the incineration plant.

The entire venue is almost the size of a football field, with automatic incinerators installed every few meters for convenient and quick disposal of corpses.

Judging from the footprints, the strong, muscular man from before had already left when the rain of time arrived.

This ordinary deliveryman can only rely on his experience; a slight mistake could leave him dead in the wilderness.

Turn on the machine and place the body bag along with it on the raised platform.

With a creak, the platform descended, the machine door closed automatically, and then the sound of burning came from underground.

Li Mengyao's ex-boyfriend was burned by him. Chen Wang was speechless for a moment.

The heavy rain outside arrived as expected, quickly shrouding the surroundings in an eerie grayness.

Chen Wang suddenly felt a chill, and his body couldn't help but tremble. His arms instantly broke out in red rashes and goosebumps.

A tear rolled down his cheek.

Chillol allergy. When the concentration of chillol in the surrounding environment is abnormal, the patient may experience tremors and tear incontinence.

This is a common symptom among people with the Dumbus constitution, but it also becomes their lifeline in anticipating danger.

"Ding...dong..."

Those sounds, which do not belong to the world of the living, sometimes sound like a baby's babbling, sometimes like a mournful cry.

Nourished by the rain of time, they briefly enjoyed a period of revelry.

BT.