in that case, let's use the method from my previous life. In my past life's memories, there's a precise way to verify the identity of a mutant.
Before the outbreak of the apocalypse, mutants didn't have anything special about them. However, as long as they loaded the player template, under the system's influence, purple patterns would appear on their bodies, like a curse.
These patterns were different from regular tattoos. Even if there were no images of these patterns on mutants, anyone who had seen them would be absolutely convinced. Only mutants could possibly possess these patterns.
Therefore, as long as Clark saw the pattern, he could be 100% certain that Lynn was a mutant. Clark's voice was not loud, but in her ears, it sounded like thunder.
Upon hearing Clark's words, Lynn's body trembled for a moment. She bit her lip tightly, her face devoid of color. As expected, she let out a bitter laugh, feeling powerless and helpless. She clutched her clothes tightly, unwilling to take them off.
Clark impatiently stepped closer, using one hand to pull out the Nepalese kukri that had sunk into the car body. His gaze was cold and indifferent. He guessed what Lynn was thinking but had no intention of explaining anything. He lacked patience and had no obligation to explain.
Lynn's gaze was fixed on the knife blade covered in bloodstains, as if her heart had died. Clark's terrifying strength left her with no thoughts of resistance. Besides, without Clark's intervention, she would have become a pile of bones long ago.
In silence, Lynn removed her top. She raised her head and met Clark's gaze as she bared her body. Her skin was as white as milk.
The two of them locked eyes. Lynn's gaze was stubborn and determined, while Clark remained indifferent, moving closer to take a look at her lower abdomen.
They were extremely close to each other. At this distance, Lynn could even feel Clark's rapid breath and scorching gaze, as hot as a branding iron. It was the closest she had ever been to a man, and her ears instantly turned bright red, and her body trembled.
Clark didn't pay attention to the details. His gaze was drawn to the strange patterns, and his eyes were filled with fascination. Dark purple patterns were imprinted on Lynn's smooth and flat lower abdomen, occasionally flashing a fleeting crimson between the lines. The patterns were mysterious and heart-pounding.
With just one glance, it felt like his soul was being swallowed up. Clark couldn't help but extend his hand, lightly touching the patterns with his fingertips. The smooth and silky skin felt like satin. Every time the fleeting crimson passed over his fingertips, a faint spiritual power flowed into his body.
Clark already had incredibly strong mental power. However, after this influx of spiritual power, he felt a subtle enhancement. Were these the unique patterns of mutants?
Clark couldn't help but admire in his heart. Just by touching them, there was an enhancement in spiritual power. It was unique and conspicuous. With these patterns, no wonder the players in my past life could easily identify mutants among ordinary people.
Lynn's cheeks were flushed. In her perception, Clark had been using his fingers to "caress" her sensitive lower abdomen, which was making her somewhat overwhelmed. Was this considered foreplay?
Clark, however, was different from Lynn's wild thoughts. After confirming that Lynn was indeed the legendary mutant.
At this moment, Clark's mind was completely focused, and he felt ecstatic. Initially, he had little confidence in taking down [The Stitcher], even though he knew about various ways to enhance his strength, hidden treasures, and psychic food scattered around. Given the urgency of the situation, he might not be able to get his hands on everything. With the power of a first-tier Awakened, facing second-tier, or even top-tier mutant zombies was still quite a stretch.
However, with Lynn assisting him in combat, his psychic power could be replenished. Frequent use of awakened abilities had given him a considerable advantage.
Before Clark could speak, Lynn seemed to sense something and followed Clark's gaze to her lower abdomen, her lips slightly parted. She looked at the patterns on her body in astonishment, her eyes filled with confusion.
"What's this?" Lynn only pondered for a moment, but with her already strong psychic power, she quickly figured it out. She had never had tattoos before, and the occasional flashes of strange blood-red on her patterns were indeed peculiar.
Lynn recalled how Clark had initially ignored her, then suddenly rescued her, and now seemed so interested in the patterns. It meant that what truly intrigued Clark was not her body, but the patterns. Realizing this, Lynn suddenly felt guilty for misunderstanding Clark. She had thought he was like those who coveted her body, harboring ill intentions.
Lynn also remembered her earlier wild thoughts, and her already rosy cheeks reddened even more, resembling a ripe peach.
"Are these patterns on my body useful to you? Do they have any significance?" Lynn suppressed her various thoughts and tentatively asked Clark.
Clark was somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected Lynn to react so quickly, but he nodded slightly and had no intention of hiding anything. It's just that he suddenly thought of something and decisively took off his own clothes.
Lynn's face turned pale, and she stood there in a daze. By now, Clark had already removed his shirt, revealing his well-built muscles, with clearly defined abs. These were not the muscles developed through regular exercise or deliberate training.
After awakening and loading the [Savior] template, his body had been perfectly enhanced by the system. He had long and slender limbs, smooth lines, and translucent skin like jade. His firm muscles weren't exaggerated, but they contained a terrifying strength. He looked quite handsome...
An inexplicable thought crossed Lynn's mind, but she quickly suppressed it. Her relaxed thoughts suddenly became alert. What should I do if he tries to force himself on me? Should I commit suicide? Or what else? Her mind felt like mush.
Being taken by a stranger for the first time, Lynn, with her personality, would choose self-termination. However, she couldn't help but feel drawn to Clark, who seemed to exude a special aura. It was perplexing.
Damn it! Lynn made a strong effort to regain her composure. While Lynn was lost in her thoughts, Clark suddenly turned around.
"My back. Do I have the same patterns?" The reason Clark suddenly took off his shirt was that he thought maybe he also had the unique patterns of mutants. However, he couldn't see them on his front side. If such patterns existed, he needed to be cautious not to expose his mutant identity in the future, as the existence of mutants was tempting to everyone.