In the dark night with thick snow in all directions, I walked through the snow-covered ground.

The strong wind hit the white coat I was wearing so that I could feel the cold temperature slowly filling my body.

Moreover, I don't have a warm hat, so I can only rely on my short white hair to keep my head from getting cold. On the other hand I could at least warm my palms with black gloves to avoid inflammation.

I then paused for a while while catching my breath. The occasional white dew blowing around my lips signaled that my body was starting to reach its limit.

"Ah..Maybe I should spend the night here."

Sitting leaning against a large tree, I occasionally looked towards the west where a 40-meter-tall giant reptilian bone stood tall looking up at the clouds. It was quite close to me, so I could see that the bone was black like stone. I don't know how long, the mysterious giant skeleton was around the bunker I left behind.

It's been 12 hours since I left the bunker. But because I only walked, the mountains where the bunker was located are still visible today. Ah... this is really unfortunate.

"Self-destructing a research facility that's still functioning, that's ridiculous, damn it.. why am I being careless now?"

I was forced to leave the bunker because the place could no longer accommodate life. If I continue to stubbornly stay there, what will await me is the problem of foodstuffs that can no longer be processed.

"There are no spare parts to repair the control room and I'm not even a technician."

Forget that problem, now I have to think about how I can survive.

From my warm black gloves, a few bullets glistened. I felt that these bullets were lighter than I thought.

About 181 rounds spread into six magazines were inside my coat.

Safety is a priority, how would I survive if I didn't carry a weapon, so I carried one handgun. Although I'm not quite an expert in shooting, but at least I can kill any wild animals that try to get close to me.

I can also hunt down some animals for me to eat. But I'm still thinking, should I use a lighter? Combustion gas is hard to come by and there are no refills, this also applies to the bullets from the handgun I brought.

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Once all the bullets are gone, then I can't protect myself anymore.

"Let's try to understand what I have. Being able to communicate using quantum language sounds great, but that doesn't mean this body can do anything easily. There are many limits that I still don't understand."

Moving both hands forward so that I could see it. My fingers were now in the position where I would snap them once more.

Like a magician, I snap my fingers with a loud sound.

Simultaneously, a small flame appeared in front of me, it burned in the air before fading away. It took at least two seconds to completely disappear.

"This is my limit."

Without any oxygen, the fire wouldn't get big, in the low density air, I could only produce fire for a short while. This meant that if I had to engage in a battle, I would have to find a place where natural gas gushed from underground or hold an object that could catch fire.

But, would that also harm me? The answer was no because I didn't feel any heat at all when I released the fire. There was also no damage to any part of my body.

"Apparently, Pyro Resonance can be interpreted to mean that my body can only emit heat or fire related to the burning of oxygen. Quantum language cannot translate other patterns."

This was still incredible despite its limitations. Changing the atomic elements around me as part of my body could also be interpreted as a natural way to defend myself from danger. This deserves to be called modern human evolution, even through genetic engineering.

....

There was a road near where I was camping.

I walked along it, hoping to find humans.

That was good news because a road signifies a civilization, at the end of the road there must be a town or village.

Even before reaching the town, there would definitely be some human activity, like for example what was happening in front of me now.

A wooden cart with a horse and its owner is in front of the road. Two people wearing black coats and hoods might be the owners, but there is something strange about them.

The faces of the two men were covered by smiling white masks. They then noticed my presence.

"Are you there?"

Pointing at me with a sword full of blood.

"Ah... I see."

Answered quietly as my eyes fell on the group of corpses hanging from the tree branches.

Fresh blood dripped on the snow along with splattered entrails. The heads of the unidentified corpses began to fall near my feet.

Before long, the two freaks were running towards me. It didn't take long for the sound of gunfire and white smoke to spread into the air and dissipate. I shot them before they got close to me.

Bang!

Bang!

The two freaks fell in front of me. Fresh blood flowed from their bodies. It seemed like they were still alive despite having been shot.

Approaching slowly. With my feet covered in leather shoes, I stepped on the hand of one of the masked freaks. My face then lowered.

"That's a good weapon."

Taking out a black longsword, I then beheaded the two men.

A slight mistake could kill me, so I had to make sure they were really dead.

My gaze once again looked around, there was no life left apart from me. Practically, there was some sort of one-sided fight in this place and the attackers were probably only two people.

"From what I can see, you guys seem to have just slaughtered about 14 people."

14 people without weapons against two people carrying swords. From the looks of it, the two masked men had probably planned all of this to launch some sort of surprise attack aimed at killing everyone without a trace, otherwise, there would be one or two footprints on the snow leading to the forest or the road. Human instinct cannot be underestimated, once sensing danger without any possibility of fighting back, humans will definitely run away.

I don't know what exactly you guys are doing, but as a mature woman who knows ethics, I'll thank you for providing me with useful information. The direction of the horse-drawn carriage indicates something.

"To the east, there is a town."

From the clothes and the amount of goods on the carriage, I could tell that the original owner of this carriage was most likely a merchant who wanted to go to the city.

As a former employee of a company that sold weapons to the east and west, small details like this are very easy to understand.

Once again, I would like to say thank you.

"Thank you, but sorry, I don't have time to give you guys a proper burial place. And thank you for all these silver coins."

I don't know what kind of ancient economic system prevails in this day and age, but as long as there is potential for exchange, there will definitely be loopholes in doing business.

Life is truly driven by money, no matter what era you live in.