Earlier, before Kino's arrival in Brooklyn.
Germany.
An unknown, dense forest.
The gloomy weather saw a fine drizzle falling from the dark clouds, dampening the earth and creating small puddles in the uneven ground.
A gray-white wall, constructed of poured concrete, stretched towards the sky. Cold, sharp barbed wire was interwoven, twisted together to form a strong, impenetrable barrier.
Watchtowers dotted the perimeter of the wall, and on top of them, soldiers in blue-black uniforms and steel helmets stood guard with impassive expressions.
Beneath the high wall.
Rows of German-style houses stood, and if it weren't for the iron fences in front of them, one might have mistaken this place for a tourist destination.
Countless people, ragged and barely clothed, walked in an orderly fashion through this open-air prison. The gray rain washed over their bodies, but their eyes remained lifeless, simply numbly following the main group.
Dullness, oppression, and numbness were the gray melodies of this open-air prison.
It seemed that here, only death might be the only release.
"Slap!"
An elderly woman fell, tumbling into the mud. She reached out in fear, hoping for help from her companions, but all she received were cold, heartless stares.
In such a place, no one dared to act on the little bit of kindness they had left in their hearts. The saints and the noble had long since died; only the ruthless and the vile survived.
"Swish, swish~"
The sound of a regimented march came from behind. Hearing the sound of military boots stepping in the rain, the old woman's eyes filled with even more despair.
Two German soldiers approached the old woman from behind, one of them removing the MP36 Submachine Gun from his back.
In this prison, falling behind meant death.
They aimed at her back.
"Tat-tat-tat~"
Water droplets hit the hot gun barrel, causing white smoke to rise.
As the German soldier put away his weapon, the old woman's life came to an end.
The floral linen dress was soaked with blood, and the rain-soaked clothes allowed the blood to spread across her entire back.
Her eyes, which were wide open in death, were filled with a sense of despair and resentment. The direction of her gaze was towards the crowd of her own people.
In the crowd, a skinny little boy stared timidly at the old woman's wide eyes until his father reached out and blocked the boy's view.
"Eric, don't look."
The boy pursed his lips and silently looked away.
Every day, people died, and Eric didn't know if he would be next.
He slowly raised his head, looking through the rain at a two-story building outside the iron fence. A high-ranking officer in military uniform was standing there with his hands behind his back, watching everything with interest.
That was undoubtedly the master of this base, and also the devil in everyone's heart.
Until.
"Boom!"
A violent tremor, like a star hurled down from the heavens in God's fury, sent the air vibrating.
People looked up at the sky.
A meteor, trailing a fiery wake, pierced the rain, unleashing a circular shockwave that tore through the surrounding air before slamming into a distant forest.
BOOM!
The explosion churned up earth, snapped trees, and shattered branches. The resulting shockwave spread outwards from the meteor's impact point.
Young Eric hid behind his father. He watched the officer on the tall building as the shockwave shattered the glass, sending the officer's cap flying and knocking him to the ground.
The terrifying shockwave lasted only a few seconds before it subsided, giving way to the shrill, piercing alarm sirens echoing over the camp.
Soldiers shouted "Enemy attack!" in German, grabbing their weapons and, under the command of their superior officers, charged towards the forest to investigate the meteor's impact site.
They passed through the dense forest and crossed the stream until they ran to the edge of the deep pit emitting thick black smoke.
Some of the bolder German soldiers poked their heads out, and soon a panicked shout came, "Quick, notify the officer! Someone fell from the sky!"
A messenger reported the news, and not long after, a tall man wearing glasses, who went by the alias of Dr. Klaus Schmidt, hurried over.
He ran so fast that he lost a military boot.
This comical scene should have made the soldiers snicker, but no one dared to make a sound; his cruelty towards the people in the camp even made these soldiers feel fear.
Dr. Schmidt stood in front of the pit, reached out, and took off his water-covered glasses. He wiped his face and stood on tiptoe, peering into the pit.
Within the pit, a young man with a tall, perfect body, bare-chested, lay unconscious with his eyes closed.
It seemed that because of the friction of passing through the atmosphere, there were some red marks on his skin.
Crack～
Dr. Schmidt's adjutant silently loaded his gun, his eyes asking the man if he should shoot.
"No, don't shoot!"
Dr. Schmidt snatched the pistol away, his gaze fixed on Clark in the pit, a flicker of greed in his eyes.
"Thud!"
The man slid into the pit, his rear scraping against the earth. He scrambled towards Clark, his face alight with obsession as he reached out to press against the solid chest, exclaiming in admiration, "This is a gift from God, how can you shoot?"
As he spoke, the man produced a small knife from his pocket, viciously stabbing towards the chest.
"Crack!"
The exquisitely crafted and expensive dagger struck the skin as if it were stone, unable to inflict any damage.
Dr. Klaus Schmidt strained again. The blade snapped the next instant, but a fanatical look intensified on the man's face.
"This is a gift from God!"
He waved his hand, signaling the soldiers to enter the pit. Looking at Clark's sleeping face, he chuckled softly, "Take him back to camp!"
Clark didn't know how long he had slept, but it felt like a bizarre dream.
In the dream, he dreamed that he had killed many people, covered in blood.
The dream was so vivid that Clark's heart rate accelerated, and his breathing became rapid.
"Ah!"
After a gasp, the boy suddenly opened his eyes, sitting up, his eyes filled with terror.
"Where… where am I?"
After catching his breath, Clark looked around with a puzzled expression.
White sheets, a single bed not far away, and antique wallpaper covered the walls.
The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant.
An iron door was set into the wall, the only exit from the room.
Clark frowned slightly.
He seemed to have arrived in an unfamiliar place, but shouldn't he have been at the town hospital? How did he suddenly end up here?
Click—
Before Clark could figure out what was going on, the iron door opened, and two soldiers with live ammunition entered the room. They stood on either side of the room, holding their steel guns.
Looking at the uniforms the two were wearing, the expression on Clark's face became even more puzzled.
Why were these two wearing the uniforms of the Nazi Forces from World War II? Had he slept and ended up in Hollywood?
"Sir."
A man wearing glasses walked into the room with a smile. He looked at Clark, and Clark looked back at him.
Their eyes met, and the man took the initiative to extend his hand with a smile: "I am Dr. Klaus Schmidt. Welcome to Germany."
Clark: !
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