A disaster.

The boy didn't know if there were other people on the planet. He was the only one when he was born.

The tribe he belongs to is full of bones. Only by being protected by a corpse can he have a chance to survive. He doesn't even know how he grew up.

But these are not important.

He didn't think about the past, let alone the future. Only living now was the most important thing.

The wind is howling.

The young man woke up in a daze, and there was movement beside him. It was not the crackling sound of burning wood, but more like the sound of adding firewood.

The firewood was thrown into the fire, and scattered flames drifted along with the clouds and smoke at the top of the cave. Under the blackened cave, a man in white robes sat cross-legged.

He looks elegant, has a gentle smile, and stares at himself, which is as heart-warming as the sunshine in winter.

"Are you awake?"

"Who are you?" The young man stood up vigilantly, hunched over and ready to resist at any time. He would not choose to rush out of the cave because the sky outside was filled with yellow sand.

How did this man get into the cave?

His body was very clean, not a grain of yellow sand could be seen. In his dreams, the young man had imagined that he would look spotless.

"I won't hurt you." The god added some more firewood, clapped his hands and said, "I found you when I was passing by, so I came in to take a look."

The young man looked at the entrance of the cave, then at the god, and hesitantly huddled in the corner again.

From birth to now, he has never seen another person, so he is not good at communicating with others. Instead, he feels a little out of place, and the world has become noisy.

"Little guy, do you want to leave this place?" The god stood up, walked to the young man, squatted down and looked at him levelly.

The boy's dry and thin hands grasped a handful of soil on the ground. As long as the deity dared to make any move, he would sprinkle the soil into the deity's eyes. This was out of instinctive self-protection.

The god saw through the young man's thoughts and raised his hand to touch the young man's head.

What seemed like an intimate move was actually an offensive and offensive behavior in the eyes of the young man. The hand hidden behind his back suddenly took out his hand, and the sand was accurately raised in front of the god's eyes.

When the young man thought he had succeeded, he found that the lifted sand was suspended in the air, looking like toys in front of the god.

He was stunned.

It's so amazing, I've never seen anything like this.

The god smiled and gently turned his fingers to control the yellow sand to transform into a young man. In his daze, the clay sculpture returned to his hands.

"I mean no harm." The deity had a gentle attitude and sat cross-legged next to the young man. The young man looked at the clay sculpture in his hand and felt strange, but there was a strange throbbing in his heart.

"If you like it, keep it. It's a gift from me."

The young man raised his head and looked at the God in confusion: "Why?"

"Because I want to take you away from here. From now on, you don't need to be afraid of the yellow sand. I will give you the best care. As long as you call me Master."

The young man didn't understand what the master meant. He looked up at the entrance of the cave and saw that the yellow sand rain in the sky had stopped at some point. The world had become peaceful. The sand rain that had obviously been going on for a long time had stopped.

The young man was still in a daze, and the god took the young man's hand and came to the outside world.

"Shall I take you away?"

The young man did not speak.

"Isn't it hard to live in fear every day?"

The young man still didn't answer.

"I will protect you from now on."

The young man didn't answer. A trace of warmth flashed across his face. His skin was dry and cracked after being exposed to the yellow sand for a long time. Two lines of hot tears actually made him feel burning pain in his cheeks.

"Don't cry." The god reached out and gently brushed off the dust on the boy's belt and helped him put on a new set of comfortable clothes.

He always held the clay sculpture and looked at the deity in confusion.

"Master."

The boy finally shouted.

Although he didn't know who the person in front of him was, he wanted to have this feeling of being pampered and cared for.

"Good boy." The god held the young man's hand. His eyes that could peer into the young man's heart had already discovered that in his body existed the last will and hope for life in this world.

Now, this energy belongs to you.

Even if it stays in the boy's body, nothing will change, because the world is over.

"Let's go, Master will take you out of here."

The god took the young man and disappeared into the yellow sand planet.

After the boy left, the yellow sand rain stopped and became bigger and more violent, as if it was going to tear the entire planet apart.

This planet lost its last hope, collapsed and destroyed, and became nothingness.

"Is this the method of the God Lord?"

In front of the light curtain, every move of the deity was displayed, and Ning Cheng watched quietly.

At first, Ning Cheng didn't understand the deity's behavior and showed infinite patience to a mortal child. It was only when Ning Cheng observed the child that he discovered it.

The god is plundering.

Use the cheapest deception in the world to rob a planet of its last hope.
Chapter completed!