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"Fortunately, the road is boundless, and mankind has not gained nothing in the process of fighting against the death tide monsters. Someone discovered that although the strength of these monsters that have absorbed radiation has been improved, they cannot get close to the radiation zone bombarded by nuclear weapons."

"So, the current human tribes rely on the radiation zone for construction. Once they leave the radiation zone too far, they are very likely to be attacked by the death wave monsters."

"What, you mean...we are in a nuclear radiation zone now?" Gong Manting suddenly shivered and felt that the warm feeling under his buttocks was a little abnormal.

Even though he has little knowledge, he has heard about the consequences of several large-scale nuclear leakage accidents on the earth.

In this kind of environment, it is a miracle that humans can survive immediately if they leave immediately, let alone how long they can persist.

"Stop, don't worry, I haven't finished speaking yet."

Nomura really said helplessly: "Even if we humans on earth are blessed by God, it is impossible to survive in the nuclear radiation zone. Do you remember what I said at the beginning? Radiation cracks, this is very different from a simple radiation zone.

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"The so-called radiation crack is a place within a large nuclear radiation zone where no nuclear radiation exists."

"The reason why this phenomenon occurs is precisely because the death wave monsters that survived the nuclear explosions absorbed all the nuclear radiation in these places and then left those areas. After that, we humans can slowly

Test out low-risk paths to break in and build tribes through the cracks.”

"The current fissure where the Red Stone Tribe is located is Radiation Fissure No. 97, with a length of 400 kilometers and a width of nearly 300 kilometers. You should be lucky that you were found by the people I arranged before you got lost and entered the radiation area. Otherwise,

..."

"..." Gong Manting was silent.

Fortunately, I was not encouraged by that group of people to rush out and leave. Otherwise, I would have accidentally entered the radiation zone and would have died without knowing how.

"So, it sounds like there are a lot of radiation cracks?"

"There are indeed quite a few. At present, there are about 160 radiation cracks known to mankind. They are ranked according to the degree of risk. The smaller the number, the higher the risk. The larger the number, the lower the risk. Of course, the risk is

It coexists with opportunity, and the smaller the serial number, the greater the probability that good things will exist in the radiation cracks."

"God has called you here, hoping that you can help us!"

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Fire Fist Tribe.

After getting up from the bed, Somo eagerly came to the table and twisted the glowing parchment with his fingers.

The parchment paper is very light, like a leaf, almost weightless.

There are no written records on it, but densely packed small holes.

The light from the roof penetrates through the small hole and shines on the table, printing different words.

"This way of recording..."

Somo recognized it attentively for a while, then gently put down the parchment, raised his hand and pinched the wings of his nose.

Can't understand it at all.

Even though he knew all these words, when they were put together, he had no idea what they meant.

And without knowing the meaning, even if I read it fluently, it did not trigger any vision.

"If it were in the outside world, human beings should not have any talent in divine arts. But in this artificially created space, in order to maintain the operation of the rules, some people should temporarily acquire magical talents."

"But obviously, I didn't get this talent!"

According to Thomas, any human being favored by the gods can practice the magic given by the gods.

However, Soma himself knew that from the time he came to this space to the present, he had indeed not seen the so-called gods, so he was definitely not under the protection of gods.

"God...what does this god mean?"

Sumo was filled with doubts.

From joining the Fire Fist tribe to now, almost everyone has mentioned 'god' to one degree or another.

But the strange thing is that this 'god' doesn't seem to have a specific name, it's just a nickname.

This is very conflicting.

He wouldn't be surprised even if the god of the Fire Fist tribe was crudely named 'Fire Fist God'.

But this god has no name or surname, which makes it difficult for people to know where to start.

"Forget it, let's look at other things first."

Removing the parchment, Somo glanced at the other objects on the table that were brought to him.

Except for a pipe that looks a bit old, the other three are thick albums that feel heavy to the touch.

The first book is called "Rules of Walking in Radiation Cracks".

"Radiation crack?"

Sumo raised his eyebrows and raised his hand to take the book of walking rules.

When I turned to the first page, what was a bit surprising was that there was a complete map of the New World recorded on it.

It's just that many areas on the map are covered with thick black ink.

In these black areas, bright red veins snake out like living creatures, either long or short, straight or curved, intertwined into an intricate network.

The bright red veins are mostly in the north and west, with the number reaching nearly 80.

Further down is the middle part, with about thirty veins.

As for the east and south, the south is the plate with the fewest veins, only five, and almost the entire plate is painted a thick black.

"In a nuclear war, radiation was absorbed...the cracks turned out to be safe areas to avoid the death wave?"

Reading down, Sumo quickly found explanations explaining these contexts.

It can only be said that the people who created this world may not have understood the death tide disaster, so they just used the name of the death tide to set it according to their own ideas.

How could real death tide monsters be afraid of radiation? For them, this is probably the best nourishment!
Chapter completed!