The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, as if lying in a place surrounded by it.

"Hey hey, he's awake! He's awake!" (Probably a young boy)

"What, is he not a monster of the undead?" (Almost like a young girl)

What is a monster of the undead? From the crisp sound, it can be distinguished that it is a child.

"Wu wu wu..." I yawned deliberately, imitating the zombie roar in the biochemical movie.

"Wuwawawa... Run, it's the evil spirit of the undead!" (My actions scared the little boy)

"Ah ah ah..." (The little girl was also frightened and ran out)

It seems that I was saved and brought to a tent. It seems that there are still tents in this era. It seems that the locals reside here.

"Hey, are you awake, child?"

The old man with a white beard and was called the chieftain just now, pulled open the curtain and walked in. He was dressed decently, with a light yellow robe and a two-meter high staff. He seemed to have come out of a science fiction movie.

"Young savior, welcome to the end of the world - Scola, the forbidden land!"

The old man's hands flew in the air, and his expression seemed a bit exaggerated.

"Scola is not only the end of the world, but also the starting point of civilization. Many treasures were once buried here, and everything that seems impossible can become a reality!"

Stimulated by him, I was also stunned, and then smiled kindly with a little sympathy: "Hehe, I think grandpa, you must be crazy, what you said is too exaggerated!"

"Oh, really?" He questioned.

I nodded, yes! This old man is really crazy, and the tribes of lunatics must also be unreliable, right?

The chieftain grandpa, who was teased by me, was already angry and blurted out: "Then lift up your left hand and see!"

"My... arm?"

I looked down and indeed, the color of my left hand was somewhat different from the right hand, and it felt stiff when touched.

"Where is my hand?" I touched it up and down, but the arm seemed to be artificially synthesized. Where did my original hand go?

"I'm sorry, your original hand was cut off by us due to excessive congestion. What you have now is an ancient secret technique in our clan. Four hundred years ago, a miraculous fleet from the East brought us this kind of miracle. Until today, this secret technique can be installed and unloaded as a prosthetic limb in the human body."

That old chieftain didn't care about my feelings at all, and still spoke happily and endlessly.

The old guy pretended to be sympathetic and comforted me, but he didn't seem to have any sadness at all.

"Young man, I know you feel uncomfortable inside, but isn't it better to live happily?"

While speaking, the old man brought his withered hand close to my chest: "Just like now, you can still feel the speed and sound of your heartbeat. Isn't that happy enough?"

Happy, as long as I'm alive... Am I happy?

"Sugla predicted three hundred years ago that there would be an unprecedented disaster in the world and that human civilization would be wiped out in this disaster."

The chieftain coughed twice, then took a sip of water from a porcelain cup and breathed a sigh of relief. "Finally, I've recovered. Come! Let's continue, the first high priest instructed us to protect the tomb left by the giant god, and said to wait for its true master to open it... Yes, it's you, the one-armed young man!"

Me? I pointed at my own nose and questioned, making sure that I didn't mishear.

"Since the gods have chosen you, you will not die in such a place, trust me, okay?"