The time goes back to a week ago.

Nearly sixty newcomers were sent to this secret forest, its true location known to no one. They only knew that to survive here, they must snatch the mysterious pills from each other.

Some people were very smart. They all knew these pills could not last them until the end of the month, so they initially targeted the weaker ones to start snatching.

Thirty days of survival, one pill can only sustain a week, and each person only had three pills. So, to avoid being tortured by pain, they had to snatch two pills from others, of course, snatching just one is also possible, but on the last two days, you'd have to endure it yourself.

All the newcomers here are under thirty, and there are even five women among them.

The youngest among them is just fifteen years old. Yes, fifteen years old, an age when they can't even get an ID card.

This fifteen-year-old boy entered the forest with a group of big boys who came in with him. The boys of his group all looked around eighteen or nineteen.

Maybe because they were the same age, these five gathered together, discussing how to work together to snatch the pills from others.

However, without an outstanding leader, after five days, the oldest boy was getting impatient and quietly discussed with the others about snatching the youngest boy's pills.

Even though they were similar in age, from different countries, the fifteen-year-old boy didn't know what the others were talking about. But that night, he was pinned down by a few people, and the little food and pills left on him were taken.

These so-called companions betrayed him like this, abandoned him.

Of course, the boy resisted, knocking down two older boys against him, but with four attacking at once, he was eventually knocked out, and when he woke, the others were gone.

No food, and the pills were also snatched. Although they didn't kill him, leaving him alone here, how is it any different from killing him?

The boy couldn't even remember where he was from. At seven, he was sold to Red Butterfly by traffickers. Over eight years, people were sent continuously.

They lived in an iron cage, did everything there. Daily food was only enough for two, yet the cage held eight. If you didn't want to starve, you had to knock others down.

Winners ate, losers survived on a dry bread at midnight.

Funny to think about, it was indeed a world of survival of the fittest, yet he believed in so-called cooperation. To live, he had to keep moving forward, finding targets to knock down.

But now, two days later, without food support, he really lacked any strength and didn't even know which plants in the forest could be edible, or even where he was heading.

Confusion, fear, loneliness engulfed this boy, until now when the toxin acted up, bringing pain throughout his body.

It hurt, hurt so much he couldn't catch a breath. Couldn't stand straight.

The boy curled on the ground, clueless on what to do, many times almost fainting from the pain, yet it constantly jolted his nerves, never letting him pass out.

He neither cried nor shouted, because he knew no one would help him out of sympathy, sacrifice survival just to save an unrelated person.

Perhaps it's his fate, or maybe dying here would be better, didn't want to stay in such a cruel place for even a moment.

His gaze dimmed, pain continued, body started to convulse. But the boy didn't struggle anymore, lying hopelessly on the ground, watching the world turn upside down. Until a silhouette appeared in his vision.

"Mantis, there's a kid here. Not dead..."

Mantis? What's that? A name? This person didn't seem much older, and surprisingly, he could understand the language he spoke.

"Pills, medicine..."

"Mantis, come here, he's speaking Chinese..."

At this moment, another figure appeared in his vision. They reached out a hand, might be disappointed, the stuff they wanted wasn't on him.

They might get angry, beat him up again, or just finish him off. Death, a release.

"Open your mouth."

What, what did he say? Open the mouth?

The boy, full of disbelief, looked at the bending hands reaching out, instinctively opening his mouth.

"Bug, bring some water."

Taking the pill, then they personally brought water to his mouth. Why were they different from others? Why were their eyes so clear?

In less than a minute, the pain was gone. The boy knew he was saved. Sitting up, he looked blankly at the two big brothers before him.

"Huaxia person?" Xiaofan quietly asked.

"Should be."

Should? Why so uncertain? He couldn't be sure, memory was blurred.

"Name?"

"Wang Ziyang," that was certain, his name he dared not forget. Seems he still held hope to find himself back.

"Bug, give him food. Leave three pills," Xiaofan quietly said.

Seeing the food, Wang Ziyang took it immediately, wolfing it down. He was alive, could get full, no more pain spreading, all thanks to the two big brothers before him.

"Find a place to hide. For food, eat whatever; something to keep from starving."

Leaving this sentence, Xiaofan and Li San continued forward. Saved him just because he was Huaxia, for his young age that displeases one.

But, after some distance, Xiaofan turned back, saw the boy still following them.

Seeing Xiaofan and Li San turning back, Wang Ziyang hurried over, extending his palm, returning the three pills.

"Why follow? Don't want these pills?"

"I have no strength to protect them. Only by following you, I have a chance to get out alive."

Hmm, this kid isn't stupid. And he knew Xiaofan and Li San would not harm him, following them, definitely wouldn't die. If he faced others alone, pills would be snatched, leading to eventual death. Moreover, the two big brothers spoke a language he understood, saw them as companions.

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