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Chapter 170: The Northern Dipper Appears When the Southern Dipper is in Disarray

The gray-yellow sky was like a rusty iron plate, pressing heavily on the lifeless earth, as if to crush all vitality.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of rusting metal and burning oil, which made the throat tight and breathing difficult.

In the distance, several strange and huge chimneys stood on the horizon, spewing thick black smoke, which was obviously one of the culprits of the environmental pollution in this area.

The guardrails on both sides of the highway seemed to have been violently destroyed by some heavy machinery, and the ground was covered with broken concrete and twisted steel bars.

Abandoned vehicles were scattered all around, their bodies covered with bullet holes and scars, and it seemed that they had experienced more than one fierce battle.

Occasionally, pedestrians passed by, all in a hurry and with alert expressions. They were wearing shiny weapons and protective gear, hooded and covered with linen clothes, fully armed, as if silently declaring that they were not easy to deal with.

Everyone avoided looking at each other, not daring to look directly at each other. When their eyes occasionally met, they quickly looked away, as if they were afraid that the other person would see through their inner anxiety.

And when their eyes swept over the one-armed man standing motionless like a statue on the side of the road, they wanted to sigh in their hearts, lamenting the chaos in the world and the difficulty of living in it.

But when they saw his face clearly, they immediately withdrew their unnecessary sympathy, swallowed hard, and quickly looked away, pretending they saw nothing.

The man who was looked at with sympathy by them was now stunned with a dull look in his eyes, as if he had seen something unbelievable - the fried chicken shop he often went to before he traveled through time had actually closed down!
The Drive-thru that he visited every time he came back, the place that he called "Blessed Bonfire", has now closed down. If it weren't for the dusty, brightly colored sign hanging precariously, he would hardly recognize the place. Fortunately, there was no blood in the store, and the little golden-haired clerk should be fine.

However, a question arose in Jiaji's mind:

"How long have I been gone?"

According to his own memory, he had been away for only a little over half a year, but judging from the drastic changes in the surrounding environment, it was obvious that more than half a year had passed in the Beidou world.

The atmosphere of the entire world has changed dramatically, becoming suffocatingly depressing, even more depressing than the world wrapped in a giant stone monument in "Black Bullet".

There seemed to be a taut string in the air that could break at any time, bringing unpredictable consequences. The smell of gunpowder was everywhere, as if a bloody conflict would break out in the next second.

Just as Jiaji took a few deep breaths, managed to calm down, tried to find the correspondence between the scenery in his memory and the broken reality, recognized the direction of his home, and prepared to rush back -

The constellation in the northern dome suddenly shone brightly.

He was shocked and his expression changed drastically.

Jia Ji held his breath, looked up at the Purple Star hanging in the sky and the Big Dipper standing beside it, and carefully examined this ancient celestial phenomenon.

Seven stars, seven stars arranged in a spoon shape, the Big Dipper!

Eye-catching, dazzling, eye-catching, dazzling... They seem to have life, suddenly blooming brightly in the gray sky, as if welcoming someone's return.

His tear glands unconsciously secreted water to moisten his dry eyeballs.

That was the Big Dipper, seven bright stars arranged in the shape of a spoon, with the handle pointing east, and spring was coming to the whole world… However, the temperature that Jiaji felt on his body was definitely not that of spring, and it was even much hotter than the hottest day in the summer he had ever experienced in the past.

"That is……"

Jia Ji was horrified. When he turned his eyes away from the Big Dipper and looked in other directions, the positions of the stars in the southern sky were completely different from what he remembered. The six stars of the Southern Dipper and other auxiliary stars of the Southern Dipper seemed to have been crushed by some unknown force and the original constellation pattern was completely shattered.

The Big Dipper was still barely maintaining its outline in the north, but the stars of the Southern Dipper were completely out of control, dragging dark red traces of light across the sky, like a torn wound in the sky.

The sky, the stars, and the weather have all started to go haywire. The grayish-yellow color makes people feel uncomfortable from the bottom of their hearts, as if something is surging and gestating.

So scary, uneasydesu.

What a bad situation! !
I just went out for a while, why did my house become like this? !

"yahoo——"

Excited shouts and the roar of engines were heard in the distance, and more than a dozen modified motorcycles rushed over from behind.

With a start, Jagi came to his senses and looked over there. It turned out to be a group of punk muscular men with Mohawk haircuts.

They were driving distinctively styled, high-horsepower modified motorcycles, the engines roaring and raising a lot of dust from the rear wheels. It seemed that this thing had replaced cars and became the mainstream means of transportation in this era.

The drivers all had exaggerated Mohawks, greasepainted faces, and their bare upper bodies were covered with hideous tattoos. They screamed, brandished chains, steel pipes, sticks and swords, and circled around Jagi with ill intentions.

Just by looking at their cruel eyes and strong physique, you can tell that they are rare and top-notch among the gangsters.

"It's actually a Mohawk clone..."

While Jagi was a little surprised, he also felt that it was expected and normal. In this world, there are always some guys with abnormal brains, like those filled with muscles, and there are so many of them that they seem to refresh automatically.

This is also one of the characteristics of Beidou World.

However, these fin-de-siècle scum arrived at the right time. Jagi glanced at the modified motorcycle under them and showed his white teeth: "Welcome to this crazy time (このイカレた時代へようこそ) Welcome to this unusual era."

…………

Riding the newly seized motorcycle, he rushed back at lightning speed. The closer he got to the dojo, the calmer Jacky felt. He had just asked those guys, "It was already the beginning of 1994, and about three years had passed since he left."

Nuclear warheads fell from the sky, World War III, and the 99 war have not started, but the government's control is getting weaker and weaker. The number of local biker gangs and violent gangs has increased year by year, and frictions of all sizes continue. It feels like it is about to turn into a lawless world like "Natural Enemy Resistance".

But the situation is not that bad after all.

Operating the motorcycle with one hand and pulling the modified violent motorcycle to the top, Jia Ji breathed a sigh of relief and found that his own territory was relatively stable, which meant that the chaos had not yet affected Beidou.

When he returned quietly to the "Beidou Qi Refining Field", he was surprised to find that a competition was taking place inside. One of the participants was a sturdy young man with a poker face, and the other was a handsome blond guy.

"That's, Kenshiro and... Fresh Emperor?!"

(End of this chapter)