An Ze missed the test. This year’s recruitment test for the supply stations was held 15 days ago when An Ze had already turned to white bones. Still, it didn’t matter. One year later when the supply station recruited people again, An Zhe would try it if he was still alive in the human base. In this way, he could tell An Ze what it was like after returning to the cave.

Reading for a long time consumed a lot of his energy. After attempting to read two pages of the assessment manual, An Zhe was sleepy and finally went to bed. The next morning, in order to avoid meeting Josie, he left his room at four in the morning. He went downstairs and took a train to the supply station. He was going to the free market opposite it to find a job.

It was 7 o’clock in the morning when he got off the train and there was still a thin white mist in the air. The free market was a large circular building with four entrances and exits. He entered from the nearest one.

The smell of hard alcohol penetrated into his nasal cavity. Four long tables were set up at the entrance. People dressed as mercenaries slammed their fists on the table and talked loudly, alcohol in front of them. Sometimes, someone would ask for more alcohol. Then the waiter would fill the alcohol and take out a small machine, sticking the ID card to it before handing the charges to the customer.

A dark-skinned mercenary was drinking alone. He saw An Zhe and raised his eyebrows with a grin, shaking the glass in his hand. “Child, what are you looking for? Did you come to learn how to drink?”

A short-haired woman next to him immediately hit him on the chest with her elbow, voice hoarse but full of joy. “Article 32, minors can’t drink.”

The man replied, “Drinking is drinking. Will he be taken away by the judge?”

The woman burst out laughing. “An underage child doesn’t know the judges’ strength.”

“He’ll know soon.”

An Zhe stood beside them, trying to say that he wasn’t a minor. However, in the gap when he thought of these words, the two of them were pressed together, lips to lips and all wrapped around each other. He realized that no one really cared.

Thus, he looked away from here and looked elsewhere.

The smell of potato soup wafted from the right doorway. It was much richer than the potato soup served in the lobby on the first floor of the residential building. It was mixed with a meaty scent that made humans happy. A mercenary was buried in a white, plastic soup bowl for his breakfast.

The smell made An Zhe a bit hungry since he hadn’t eaten breakfast.