Successors of all mankind

They do indeed possess strength that matches their size—no, it's even greater than they appear.

"Oh? It looks good."

Yu Le followed the sound and looked ahead, and saw a gathering place made up of abandoned vehicles and various odds and ends.

An even greater despair spread.

More barbarians. More weapons. There's even something that looks like a vehicle.

But at that moment, Yu Le suddenly realized that his only weapon and reliance was his ability to communicate, and that he had no background and they had absolutely no idea about his origins.

So, seeing the few brutes approaching, Yu Le directly and sternly rebuked them:

"Kill them. You'll get more."

The air suddenly froze.

All laughter and conversation ceased.

All eyes instantly focused on Yu Le.

Chapter 2 Impersonating Nobles

Looking at the now silent scene, Yu Le felt as if he could almost hear the huge pounding of his heart.

So, did it succeed?

He knew his words were like a rootless duckweed, a castle in the air, but he had no other choice.

He was not as physically strong or powerful as these barbarians, nor did he have any weapons, and his numbers were far fewer.

All he had was a language to communicate with, and the origins of which they knew absolutely nothing about.

To make this identity more believable, he should have filled in more details.

But this is a wasteland, and it's the future!

Where would he, a time traveler from the 2K era, find the details to fill in?

If he were to travel to ancient times, he could rely on poetry, songs, and novels he had read to casually utter a famous line, or describe the atmosphere of his home to enhance his credibility.

Even if one can predict the dynasty, they can still pretend to be an immortal descended to earth by relying on their foresight. At the very least, they can still invoke the name of a certain aristocratic family to exaggerate their abilities.

But he's in the future now.

Poetry and prose? Who among a bunch of barbarians understands them? It's even questionable whether literature still exists in this world.

I know what you're describing. Will the future world be a land of plenty or a land of pigs and dogs?

Even if they're a bunch of savages!

After all, you're dressed as a nobleman, so the people you'll be compared to are also noblemen, not the mud at the bottom!

As for prophecy or other such claims, that's even more absurd. How can you know anything about a future wasteland?

But as mentioned earlier, there's no other choice when it comes to entertainment.

No sooner had Yu Le finished speaking than a huge roar erupted from the surroundings.

"Hahahaha, my God! What is this guy saying?"

While some people were laughing heartily, others tried to use humor to say:

"Oh, 'Kill them, and you'll get more?' Hahaha! Who does he think he is?"

Looking at the five men, Yu Le knew she couldn't let them continue, but she absolutely couldn't be as rash as she had been when she said she was going home.

Because they know this place better than we do.

You shouldn't say anything that would trigger their instinctive reactions to something inappropriate.

He needs to do a good job of avoiding the problem while also making them believe in him.

It's difficult. But it's the only way to survive.

Yu Le didn't know what they meant by "bringing a part" before, but it certainly wasn't a compliment.

"How dare you! Do you know who I am?"

Yu Le tried his best to remain calm and feign authority.

He himself was somewhat desperate.

This is a wasteland in the future, and as a newcomer, he has nothing he is familiar with or anything he can use to help him.

His lies were all too easily exposed...

The other person laughed even louder.

"Hahaha, my God, he actually put on an act!"

"You look just as pathetic as us, do you really think you can become some kind of big shot?"

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This gave Yule a clue—could it be that here, appearance can greatly help in identifying someone?

Isn't this supposed to be a post-apocalyptic wasteland or even Warhammer? How did it turn into "Uncle from Another World"?

So... is this really the end for me?

Yu Le nearly fainted, but still stubbornly maintained a calm demeanor.

This was his only lifeline, and he couldn't give up on it.

The savage who led the way had probably laughed enough; he pulled a bag from his pocket and tossed it to the group of people escorting the musicians.

"Here you go. This one is decent enough, it looks... well, somewhat human. It's just too ugly, otherwise I might have actually been fooled."

Yu Le gleaned a deeper meaning from his words.

Does he look somewhat human?

What do you mean? Is this a simple analogy, making me sound like an aristocrat? Or is it something else?

Theoretically, it's the former; after all, aren't they human too? Don't they consider themselves human?

But my instinct for enjoyment seems to be the latter.

As I weighed the items in my hand, the other person seemed dissatisfied.

"Brother, isn't this a bit too little? Look at this, he's not even missing an arm or a leg, not even a scratch! We went through a lot of trouble to get him here!"

The barbarian who initially handed Yu Le the water grabbed him and moved him forward, handling him like a commodity, trying to sell him at a better price.

Enrage through entertainment:

"What do you take me for! You bunch of beasts!"

He tried to punch the other person in the face, but was easily blocked.

His resistance was ignored; instead, the other party became even more excited as they gripped his hand.

"Look how energetic he is! He must be in excellent health! Give him more! Our business needs to last!"

These words persuaded the leader, after all, a long-term cooperation was indeed necessary.

He glanced at Yu Le with disdain, then pulled out a few irregular pieces of metal and tossed them to him:

"Okay, okay, this is my own money. Here, go!"

After taking the metal fragments, the thugs left happily.

This is like finding money on the street; who wouldn't be happy?

But Yule didn't have such a pleasant attitude.

The other person grabbed Yu Le's face and pinched it:

"This thing of yours cost me a fortune. You better be worth something, or I'll definitely use your tongue as a drinking snack!"

“It’s not too late for you to apologize now,” Yu Le said, enduring the excruciating pain, “otherwise you’ll definitely regret it. You don’t even know who I am, how dare you treat me like this?”

He is still trying to maintain his identity.

Otherwise, he couldn't think of any other way out.

Unfortunately, this amused the other person.

The barbarian pulled a mirror-polished pistol from his pocket and used its reflection to shine on Yu Le:

"Look at what you look like. If you're this ugly, don't pretend to be some kind of noble gentleman."

The savage leader liked the pistol because it made him feel like he was somewhat human again.

After all, in this godforsaken place, he was the only one who possessed a shiny pistol like the ones worn by noblemen.

"At best, they're just slightly better trash than us. And trash, hah, what a load of crap!"

The mirror reflected Yu Le's face.

Ordinary, without a trace of timidity, but despair slowly crept into his eyes.

What kind of place is this? How can they judge people by their faces?

"But it's fine if you treat it as a joke. Hehe, here you go, take him inside."

He then tossed Yule to his men and led him into their gathering place.

It looks bigger inside than it does outside, with at least twenty or thirty barbarians.

However, besides them, there was another group of people.

The other party's attire was different from that of the group of barbarians. Although there was no tension between them, they rarely spoke. They simply guarded the carts of goods, with the leader and the barbarians in front of him exchanging furrowed brows and talking.

Yu Le wanted to take a few more glances to see if he could get help from them, but he was immediately grabbed and taken into the house inside.

This place looks like it was converted from an abandoned factory.

A man who appeared to be the leader was lying on a huge leather sofa, drinking mouthful after mouthful of something that smelled like gasoline.

Looking at the wasteland and sci-fi-themed world before him, Yu Le was truly desperate.

Time travel, time travel—everyone says the most pitiful thing about time travel is being sent to the future.

Because here, you can neither foresee the future nor know anything, you are a monkey.

The savage leader slumped on the sofa, speaking listlessly.

"Test its purity."

"Although he looks like a piece of trash, if his genetic purity is good, his organs might be sold to those scumbags."

Am I really going to be dismantled into parts? I've already time-traveled, and I'm still suffering like this?

Yu Le tried to fight back, but sadly discovered that the savage behind him only needed to exert a little force to break free.

They could only watch helplessly as another brute approached with something that looked like a thermometer.

A blue halo shone on Yu Le's head.

The brute holding the detector immediately raised his eyebrows, then exclaimed in surprise:

"Boss, we've exceeded the limit! It's a scumbag! We've hit the jackpot!"

Upon hearing this, the barbarians around them lit up, especially the one who had given them the money, who was overjoyed.

Can a bag of super-concentrated biscuits and a few substandard Rheinmetall products be exchanged for someone who has been defiled?

That's such a great deal!

Yu Le suppressed his plan to take the opportunity to speak out.

He decided to wait and see, because he felt that his chances of turning around might have arrived.

Although I don't know what "genetic purity" actually means.

Is it the kind of paternity test?

It shouldn't be.

For no apparent reason, Yu Le suddenly thought of that trending meme that you and your child have zero genetic similarity.

But this is probably a different story.

Just then, the savage leader who had been lying on the leather sofa sat up with great interest: