Chapter 03: Page 3

Stark looked back at Lemu with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"So... Mr. Alien, do you have a way to get us out of the desert?"

"I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do about it."

"What other help?"

“…There’s nothing I can do.”

Stark turned around silently and continued on his way. Aliens or wizards, to hell with it, just get out alive first.

After a while, Stark seemed to remember something. He didn't turn around, and there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice. "I seem to have seen someone very similar to you on Earth."

Lai Mu spread his hands, not caring at all. "The universe is so big, it's just a matter of probability. As far as I know, there are many races that look exactly like humans. You look dehydrated now, like a dead person... Are you okay?"

Stark closed his eyes tightly, and sweat flowed into the corners of his eyes, bringing a sour feeling; his mouth was dry and bitter, and he could taste the taste of blood when he pursed his lips, because his lips were cracked.

They had been trekking in the desert for nearly two hours.

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In the valley ravaged by Stark.

The leader of the Ten Rings Gang wakes up from his coma.

Flames were burning before his eyes, the unpleasant smell of smoke filled his nose, there was a buzzing sound in his ears, and his right cheek felt like it was being pressed by a red-hot iron, causing a horrible stinging sensation.

Before he could congratulate himself on escaping death from Stark's misfired missile, he saw wreckage and burning corpses all over the ground.

The regret and pain are extreme!

A few months ago, he took on an order to attack a US military convoy, but accidentally captured another terrorist from the convoy, one of the most famous killers in American history - Tony Stark.

Because his employer did not pay enough commission, he mercifully spared Stark's life, but this led to all of this happening - he himself narrowly escaped death, and his stronghold was destroyed and burned down overnight.

Now, he was wandering among the broken limbs and walls, wailing and roaring softly, with a hideous face, like a devil who had just escaped from hell, and as miserable as a vicious dog that had lost its home.

Chapter 3. Conscience in exchange for armor, worth it

Tony Stark and Lemu had been walking in the desert for a long time. They had no water and no food.

Stark trudged along, taking one step deep and one step shallow, and from time to time he put his hands over his eyes and looked into the distance, hoping to meet a patrolling American team.

There is a US military base in this desert. Logically, they should rush to the first scene of the explosion and then search around from there.

The US military has helicopters, but we haven't seen any of them until now. Based on Stark's estimate of the helicopter's speed, this is unreasonable.

The sun was already very close to the western horizon, and if they were not rescued before sunset, they would have to endure another unbearable cold night.

The darkness will also make search and rescue more difficult.

The joys and sorrows of humans and slimes are not the same.

Compared to Stark's wilderness survival channel, Lai Mu's channel is more like going out for a walk in the suburbs.

The desert scenery looks spectacular at first glance, but it is easy to get bored after looking at it for a long time. There is sand everywhere, and apart from sand there are sparse weeds. The wind and sand hitting your face is also uncomfortable.

Lai Mu was fine in the dozens of degrees high temperature due to his inhuman physique and resistance. But Stark, who was already injured and imprisoned by terrorists for several months, looked even more haggard after being exposed to the sun for two hours, and his face was visibly pale.

Lai Mu was a little worried about this.

In a place like the desert, an ordinary person would die if they didn't drink water for 1 to 3 days, and Stark was also injured.

Speaking of water...

The only places with water in the desert are plants, animals, underground and in the air.

There are almost no plants and animals, and the groundwater... is powerless.

But, air... maybe there is a solution.

While Lai Mu was thinking, he skillfully grabbed the ends of his hair with one hand and twirled them - maybe with long hair, he would be able to learn the skills of playing with hair without any instruction?

Air is nothing more than a mixture of gas molecules, including water molecules H2O. If you can control the airflow, you might be able to condense water by compressing the air, or even separate water molecules from other molecules directly through your skills.

'Great Sage, can you do this? Separate water molecules from the air.'

The great sage's female voice responded in Lei Mu's mind, "Say, it can be done."

'Through the skill of air flow manipulation, the magic element is attached to a specific air flow in the air - water vapor, which can gather moisture.'

Great! Lai Mu excitedly slammed his right hand onto his left palm.

'Great Sage, I need two liters of water.'

In just a moment, Lai Mu felt as if he was overworked, his body was hollowed out, his feet went weak and he almost fell. Something was instantly drained from his body.

A crystal water ball slowly took shape in front of him. Under the control of the great sage, it was carried by the air flow and floated in the air.

"What's going on?"

'Report, the water extraction has been completed. At the current temperature and pressure, the air humidity is 8%, and each cubic meter contains 3.2 grams of water. A total of 625 cubic meters of air has been extracted, and two liters of water have been collected.'

'The current physical condition is that the magic essence is over-consumed instantly, causing a feeling of weakness. The molecular-level skill operation consumes a huge amount of energy.'

More than six hundred cubic meters, consuming so much... magic?

'Warning, magic essence is life force, after consumption it will absorb external energy and slowly recover.'

There is no dragon in Lai Mu's body as a battery to provide services for him, so it is natural that his magic energy is limited.

Lai Mu called out to Stark who was walking in front, "Hey, you. I have some water here, do you need it?"

Stark turned around and saw a crystal clear water ball at first sight. It was floating in the air, as bright and moving as a diamond, which firmly attracted Stark's attention.

He murmured unconsciously, thinking he was hallucinating from the heat, "What the F***! How did you do that!"

No, this is water, it's really water! Stark walked closer.

It must be sweeter than vodka and smoother than the skin of a Playboy cover girl!

"Hey! Wait! I didn't give it to you for free!"

Lai Mu stretched out his hand to stop Stark, and his tone was like the most hateful Grandet.

Stark shifted his gaze to Lei Mu, narrowed his eyes, and a fierce light gradually flashed on his face.

It looks like a lone wolf that has reached a dead end, and will not hesitate to fight for its life if necessary. In the desert, water is life, and people may pay any price or do anything to survive.

Lai Mu confronted Stark fearlessly, "Trade, you have to give me something in exchange."

Stark gritted his teeth. "What do you want? I have plenty of money. I can offer you one thousand dollars per milliliter."

Two liters of water, two million dollars? Or in US dollars.

Lai Mu admitted that his heart was moved at that moment, and the slime's chest was beating uncontrollably.

Lai Mu took a deep breath and said, "I don't care about money."

Lai Mu pressed his chest and reminded himself in his heart that slimes have no hearts.

Besides, money can always be earned, but some things can never be found again once you miss them. That kind of thing is a young man’s lifelong pursuit and dream, and the eternal dream lover.

He raised a finger, his eyes filled with the enthusiasm of a teenager, "The exoskeleton power armor you are wearing is very interesting. I want a set, an upgraded version."

Lai Mu has set his eyes on Iron Man’s Mark series armor. Let me ask myself, is there anything in the world more wonderful than this?

Tony Stark sneered when he heard this, with disdain written all over his face. "You? Can you wear it? Do you aliens even care about this kind of thing?"

Lai Mu snorted coldly, "What do you know? Mecha is a man's romance! Customization is the soul of a mecha!"

Robots, mechas, iron suits and so on, they are so super-spacious!

Stark looked at Lai Mu with an ambiguous look, and after a long while he managed to utter, "Impossible."

It was a look of suspicion, like seeing a penguin selling coins or a parrot calling itself a dinosaur.

Lai Mu waved his hand indifferently. He had never thought it would be so easy to convince Stark. There was still a lot of time, and he had to wait patiently. He couldn't be impatient. Stark should be the one who was anxious.

But you can stimulate him first.

Lai Mu separated one half from the water ball, drank it down happily, and then let out an exaggerated sigh.

“Comfortable~~”

Stark swallowed unconsciously, but there was no saliva in his mouth. His Adam's apple was stuck on his neck, and he felt uncomfortable because he couldn't swallow it up.

Stark stared at Lai Mu, his expression uncertain, no one knew what he was thinking. He seemed to have considered it for a few seconds before he suddenly changed his mind and agreed.

"make a deal!"

He walked to the water ball, bent down impatiently and started drinking.

So easy? Lai Mu did not stop him, but frowned warily, something was wrong.

I agreed too quickly. Is this guy going to play some tricks on me? But it doesn't matter. I may not be unable to defeat Iron Man in the early stage.

Even if you can't beat them, can't you still steal? Besides, taking back your own things doesn't count as stealing.

And from previous memories, Iron Man should be a pretty good person and he shouldn't default on his debts.

anyway.

Slime is neither human nor has a heart, so it makes sense that slime has no conscience, right?

Even if you unfortunately have one, you should remove it decisively, feed it to the cat or dog, or bury it in the soil to feed the flowers and plants.

Lai Mu laughed at himself in his heart - yes, I am the trash slime.

Soon, the sun set.

The sky gradually darkened, and the surrounding sand dunes were shadowy. It was like we had strayed into an unknown place, with countless monsters lurking around that could take our lives at any time.

There are no monsters in the desert night, but there is another thing that can really take a person's life.

The temperature difference between day and night here is extremely large. The highest temperature during the day can reach 50 or 60 degrees Celsius, while the lowest temperature at night can drop to below zero. The temperature is the most terrible killer.

The cold wind was howling, and Lemu and Stark found a sheltered sand dune to rest.

Stark dug a sand pit and sat in it. The sand still retained a rare trace of warmth.