Monarch of Evernight

Most of the time on the continent is twilight and faint, especially in the dark season, when the upper continent's orbit blocks the sun, with only a few hours of daylight.

Tonight the twin Alpha stars turn into near-Earth orbit, a rare night with the moon, but the full moon is a scarlet.

Under the red night, suddenly a little black dot appeared. It flies out of the sky, slowly moving across the sky, getting bigger and bigger.

It's a floating ship thousands of meters long!

It has become extremely worn out, the huge airbag is filled with patches, and the metal components are rusty, and the splicing area has risen several times, giving cause for concern about sudden breakage.

Dozens of large, coarse cables hanging from beneath the ship, with huge cargo compartments with the same rust stains, can be seen filled with garbage through open hatch doors.

The craft finally flew to its destination after a difficult journey. On the ground hundreds of meters below, Hercules is an extremely large airship cemetery!

At this time tens of thousands of people are flocking out of hiding places, leaving behind their fear of the moon, waving hard at the floating boat and cheering constantly!

Even on this almost empire-forgotten earth, they are the lowest ants in the entire world, struggling every day to survive.

This is where the bones of once brilliant giants are buried, and end-of-life floating boats flying from the upper continent usually carry a lot of garbage, turning into a dumpster for everything over time.

And the people who live in the spacecraft graveyard depend on this garbage thrown down on the upper continent.

Once the long-lasting floating boats that do not transport garbage arrive, a large number of people will starve to death. For them, the garbage of the upper continent is all hope.

And tomorrow...

Tomorrow is a word too luxurious to think about tomorrow.

Finally, the floating boat, which had its coordinates pointed, started to moan in agony, suddenly twisted and fell into the earth! When it hits the earth, it disintegrates in the roar.

Countless garbage, scrap and metal components are flying and there is a rainfall of garbage over the ship's cemetery.

The carnival is on!

The Residents were screaming for the place where the ship fell, and some of them were even walking on their limbs like beasts.

From time to time, huge metal components have fallen into the air, and many people who are just below the landing point are unable to escape and have been directly struck with meat sauce by components weighing several tons. But their companions turned a blind eye to the danger, still struggling to move forward, only to rush to a place where they could compete for garbage.

There are men, there are women, there are elderly children. But age and gender are meaningless here, and each group is distinguished by form and power, which is the only criterion for the demarcation of sites in cemeteries.

Underneath the wreckage are the strongest men in the entire graveyard, followed by weaker men and strong women, then weaker women, and the outermost circle by the elderly and children.

So the center of a falling floating boat formed a concentric circle. There are intangible but insurmountable boundaries between each layer.

The outermost edge of the concentric circle on the first floor is the area of activity for children. Hundreds of children are searching through this trash pile for food that is almost non-existent.

One of them, a skinny little boy, was also trying to find it.

He was about seven or eight years old and his face was so dark that he couldn't even see his face. The clothes on him were supposed to be an adult shirt, wrapped around him like a robe. And the shirt is long gone, and it's just a few large pieces of rags wrapped around you with cloth strips.

He pulled cold garbage with his hands, cut wounds all over his little hands, and many wounds were still crumbling. But he didn't seem to feel the pain, trying so hard to pick up a bunch of garbage in front of him that he couldn't tell the shape.

He hasn't eaten in three days, and if he can't find something to eat today, he'll never make it to the next floating boat.

But no matter how hard the little boy tries, he never gets anything.

This area has already been turned over countless times before being left to this group of children under the age of 10. These kids are the weakest people in this dump. And when strong people really can't find food, their starving eyes will... target the elderly and children.

This is abandoned land, this is an airship cemetery. The people here are no different from the beasts as long as they live. Even powerful beasts live with more dignity than they do!

The desire for survival keeps the little boy from giving up, he keeps turning the garbage over, and many wounds on his body are ripped apart again because of excessive force and bleeding water. But he didn't realize it.

Once again, the air was littered with garbage, and one of the larger garbage bags fell next to the little boy.

The garbage bag case was shattered and a paper bag rolled out of all kinds of useless garbage, securely attracting the full attention of the little boy. Oil blossoms on the paper bag!

He suddenly pounced up like a wildcat and grabbed the paper tightly in his hand. He didn't open anything to confirm it, stuck it in his clothes, and turned around vigilantly to look to the left and right, then climbed carefully to the outside.

Competition and robbery, and even killing, also exist among these children! Cruelty is not inferior to the world of adults.

Little boys are thin and weak in this dump. Once a strong older child finds something to eat and wants to hide it, it is the lightest beating.

Luckily, the little boy escaped from the sight of all the older children and managed to escape the area. He seems to have the innate acumen to avoid older children who are even scarier than beasts.

Away from the wreckage of the floating boat, the little boy sprang his legs and ran all the way to another trash mountain before entering an empty barrel of iron.

This is his little nest, his shelter from the wind and rain. In the eyes of the little boy, this little space of more than a square meter is the land of human pleasure.

He carefully pulled out the oil pack, held his breath and opened it slowly with a pilgrimage-like look.

There's a piece of bread in the paper bag! A piece of bread that just bites!

The little boy saw it at first sight and knew it was called bread. He had never seen such complete food in a dumpster, but he had no recollection of where or when he knew something like bread.

In fact, it's just an ordinary loaf of bread, and even the lowest folk of grass mustard on the upper continent could bite and throw it away, just like the little boy had on his hands. But in this dump, it can be worth several lives.

Closer together, you can smell the faint grain, and the little boy just feels the pain in his whole body is gone. He held the bread carefully and could not believe that he could find such a treasure.

Is this a dream?

A drop of blood beads seeped out of the wound on his hand and rolled onto the bread. The little boy lost his voice and rushed to wipe his hands against his body and dry all the blood and sweat. He mourned his little face and looked back at the bread as if the sacred object in his heart had been desecrated.

At this time, the little boy suddenly mumbled in his stomach, expressing his desire with a convulsive pain. So he tore off the bloodstained piece of bread and drummed up all his resolve to put it in his mouth.

But his hand suddenly stopped in the air.

Just outside the iron barrel, I don't know when someone appeared...