Reborn Interstellar: Illegal Invasion

The pure black Jasmine waited quietly on the floating dock, and the lunatic seemed to be watching an old friend reach out and gently touch her smooth back.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Seeing the back of the recovered man standing side by side with Jasmine, Kerriman's footsteps slowly came to a halt. He wanted to laugh but couldn't, wanted to cry but had nothing to confide in.Ouluo quietly dragged the unsuspecting wild ghost away without disturbing Kerriman.

Kerriman only stared at that man. For so many years, he had never been far away from Kerriman's life. Even when he woke up in the middle of the night, he seemed to be the worthless child who owned a room infested with vermin. The cage, but once the light of dawn falls, he can see the way the man stretched out his hand towards him, and even the arrogant tone that seems to be a joke remains unchanged.

The lunatic turned around and whistled towards Kerriman: "Little 13, I'm here to join you."

Keriman showed a smile, which was a bit innocent: "That's not what you said back then."

Kerriman wasn't called Kerriman at the time, he didn't have a name, he was an orphan.

At 17 he was taken from a dump by a man who said he would feed him, so he sold himself to him.There is no shortage of alphas in this world, especially this kind of alphas who are not outstanding. The man said at the beginning: "You look smart, don't let me down."

He was then thrown into a fenced-off field where there were kids like him, all homeless alphas.The man said: "You will live here from now on, just to make up for the position of 13."

The man personally took a hot red iron and burned a mark on the back of his left shoulder. He gritted his teeth to keep himself from shouting, but couldn't help but fainted.And from that day on, he had his first name, No. 13.

"Are you new here?" The boy of the same age looked closely at him while biting a drumstick.

13 didn't answer, and hung his head down, holding his own bowl and gobbling it up.

"Hey, what about you, aren't you an idiot?" Another person came over and kicked him.

The distributed food was swept away, 13 touched his stomach, and he was only 13% full. In fact, there was still a lot of food left in the window that was only opened three times a day, but that was for the boys in the first few numbers. A replacement, in fact, he can't even be number [-].

But, hungry.

"Hey, don't look at it, it's not for you to eat, just look at it for a while and they'll beat you up."

13 lowered his head and squeezed into the corner, grunted several times by himself, and he could only endure it, reducing his sense of existence.

Fortunately, other people don't care who is next to them, and they don't care who died on the court today, who was sent in, they only care about their own numbers, as long as they can rank first for a week can get out of this place.

But 13 is different. He just wants to eat enough and sleep soundly.

Just because he wants to be down-to-earth doesn't mean that everyone can make him down-to-earth.

"Get up! Today, you fight me!" No. 3 looked down at No. 13 who was sleeping curled up in a corner, and trampled on his hand with one foot.

"Hmm—" 13 was in pain, his whole body arched into a shrimp shape, and his trampled hand rubbed against the ground, bleeding and convulsing.

"Number 3, why, you changed to vegetarian today?" The first boy who spoke to No. 13 rushed over immediately: "You don't need to pick soft persimmons, do you?"

No. 3 is very strong, and his voice is thick, full of disdain: "No. 7, you still don't cooperate with me, what are you pretending to be a good person, if you stop me from fighting him today, then come and fight me."

No. 3 sneered, and the movement of his feet did not stop. The place where his palm connected to the ground had already been stained with blood, and his joints were full.

13. He was sweating profusely and couldn't stop his mouth. He had lost feeling in his arms and could only breathe continuously.

"Get up, a useless thing like you can't even say a word, and dare to occupy the position of 13 here? You only deserve to stay with rats in those stinky gutters, garbage."

No. 3 still let him go, but he also chose No. 7 to play.

13 was lying on the cold floor, shaking his arms and trying to touch the palms stuck to the floor, but he couldn't lift his strength at all.

There are people laughing and laughing at the jokes, pointing, throwing leftovers at him, splashing dirty water on him, and laughingly walking past him.

If you can't move, then don't move at all, and 13 lay there that day and night, until he heard that 7 was sent away, ending his career in M ​​with a very tragic death.

"Number 7 is also, for the sake of rubbish."

"Forget it, there's nothing to say, Bao, it's still lying there."

"Hey, the 13th has been lying down for a whole day, isn't it dead?"

"I'll try." The man said, throwing an empty bottle right next to 13's head, it shattered into dregs with a bang, and exploded into 13's ear with a thunderous thunder, which made his tears flow instantly. down.

"Garbage...garbage..." No. 13 read it over and over with his mouth slightly open.

He hates these two words, as soon as he uttered it, there was a stench, full of the helplessness of being discarded and the contempt of everyone, yes, garbage, that's how it should be, living in a dark, stinky ditch, with rats As a company, with bedbugs, being stepped on the soles of the feet and crushed severely, and then kicked out to be completely clean.

But he didn't want to do this, he still wanted to live.

Others only thought that No. 13 was dying, so no one paid any attention to him.

Another month passed, and that corner was empty at some point.

"Hey kid, what's your name?" The stranger looked at him with a smile, his eyes full of interest.

13. I met this man once. The man called him Senior Brother, but he was actually the same age as him, and looked younger than him.

"Number 13." He replied softly.

"13? Where are you from?" he asked again.

"...forget."

"You don't thank me even if I rescued you?" The man smiled and raised his chin frivolously.

No. 13 immediately smelled something different from his own. This person is an Omega.

"Hey, you know a lot at such a young age." The man immediately realized the meaning of No. 13's eyes, and couldn't help laughing even louder.

This man is crazy, thirteen thought, not easy to mess with.

"I saved you for no reason, I just wanted to borrow something from you, huh?" The man's eyes were shining, and number 13 was a little scared, he shrank back, and the scarred palm was cracked and started again. Oozing blood.

"Don't worry, it's not about your life, it's just a little thing." The man seemed to be coaxing.

No. 13 didn't say anything, just stared at his face, trying to find some reason to refuse.

Then, that person came, and he asked everyone to call him master, which is actually not bad, he owns this base, and everyone in it, so does No. 13, he voluntarily sold himself to him, isn’t it just a deal item?It's not the same as calling anyone, but it's just a master.

"Brother, you are not authentic, why are you still robbing me? Which one are you looking for?"

No. 13 looked at the man timidly, and called him: "Master."

"Ah... No. 13..." There was a sense of reassurance in this tone, and it also came from his contempt for No. 13.

"Why, is it possible that there is no place for me here now?"

"Look at the brother you mentioned, of course you are still the owner of this place, and I'm just running errands for you, right?"

The two of them started arguing, and they couldn't stop arguing. His master was very paranoid, and slowly, he seemed to be warning each other: "Madman, you should thank me, otherwise this place would have been bombed down long ago. I'm here to help you."

The two did not argue for right or wrong, and finally Mo Wei pressed No. 13's shoulder: "I also think this kid is good, how about it, how about letting me practice for a while? Don't you feel relieved?"

The lunatic gritted his teeth and sneered: "How dare I, isn't this all yours? I'm yours, so there's no room for me to speak."

Number 13 was trembling, he didn't want to go, he was afraid, he was afraid of death, he was really afraid of death.

The lunatic put his hand on the back of No. 13's neck, and his warm palm was pressed against No. 13's sweaty skin. It was so sticky, he whispered in his ear, "Boy, if you survive, I will take you away."

At this moment, this sentence seems to have magic power, isn't it just living to live?

13 thought, he tried.

Base M has an underground energy room, which contains various mechas and different types of weapons. No. 13 was brought here, and his master Mo Wei pointed to the semi-finished products and said: "Go, I will let you go if you win. "

people, and machines.

How can you win?Isn't he a target?It's just a punching bag. Seeing how badly he was beaten, that person will relieve his hatred, even if he is dead, so what, the three words of living are like a dream that can be broken at the touch of a finger.

"Go to No. 13, hahaha hide away, idiot! Garbage! This will not work!"

"Are you still alive on the 13th? Huh? You're such a bug!"

"Die early! There are a lot of people waiting to take your place!"

"..."

Slowly, he can withstand three hits, he can escape a fatal shot, he learns to use a weapon to defend himself, he can dismantle the mechanical arm of the mecha with his bare hands, he can change from kneeling to standing waiting for the end sound sounded.

He was still number 13, but he was no longer the one lying in the corner waiting to die.

His master began to face up to his position, took him to familiarize himself with the mecha, drove the battleship, and walked out of the base to hand over the armed forces with the Federation, all of which he could participate in.

However, a few years later, the news of the madman's perfect product spread like wildfire. Mowei used this as a threat to control all the personnel and equipment in the base. He used the madman as bait, but in fact he just wanted to get the design of the perfect product. Unexpectedly, interstellar turmoil was triggered, the empire and the federation joined forces to hunt down the madman's whereabouts, and the base had to be relocated.

On the day of leaving, Mo Wei said: "Go, reveal the location of the madman to the empire. Cannibalism is the most interesting."

No. 13 took the lead and saw the lunatic at the docking station ready to set sail.

"You can't go." Thirteen said.

The lunatic is neither nervous nor worried, just looking at him like that, with a proud smile on his face: "Hey boy, you live better than me, now I'm going to run, do you want to run with me?"

Keriman stepped forward and reached out to caress Jasmine like a madman: "You asked me if I wanted to go with you."

"I just asked casually, but you actually agreed," the lunatic curled his lips: "You must have been crazy at the time."

"Perhaps, but aren't you a lunatic?" Kerriman chuckled.

"Little 13, do you still remember taking one of your things when I threw Jasmine to you?" The lunatic is not as tall as Keriman now, and he needs to lift his head slightly to see him.

"Ah, what is it, you never told me."

The lunatic withdrew his teasing tone, never before serious: "I took your gene, little 13, and I created a child."

Kerriman looked at the lunatic silently.

The lunatic continued: "Do you believe it?"

"Suya?" Kerriman asked.

"Ah, you actually believed it." The lunatic raised the corner of his mouth: "What should I do, your good master has kidnapped him again."

Keriman breathed a sigh of relief: "Madman, I have always liked you, but now I really want to scold you."

"Hahahaha, little 13, don't say it, I'm quite tempted when you talk like that."