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Let me cook
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It is said that over two thousand years ago, during a time of unbearable suffering, an emperor's insatiable greed drove his people into despair.
Crops failed under forced taxation, families starved in silence, and temples—once homes of prayer—were turned into vaults for hoarded gold.
The gods, enraged by such corruption, cast judgment upon the land.
A meteorite tore across the sky, burning through clouds like a sword of divine fury, and struck the Gobi Desert.
From its smoldering crater, something terrible emerged—the first Taotie Queen, a grotesque fusion of alien flesh and monstrous hunger.
The Queen spawned the Taotie, beasts without thought or conscience, driven only by their need to consume.
Each one devoured indiscriminately—man, woman, child, beast, or corpse—it mattered not.
Every shred of flesh they tore fed the Queen, strengthening her, fueling her endless reproduction.
And from the shadows behind her, there existed another: the Taotie Beast King.
Where the Queen was the womb, the King was the will.
He did not fight nor lead openly.
He whispered in silence, buried in the dark crevices of the Earth, commanding through instinct and ancient memory.
But back then, his presence went unnoticed.
The Taotie swarmed like plague and fire, consuming entire provinces.
Humanity trembled, nearly brought to extinction.
In desperation, the ancient Chinese dynasties united and raised a colossal barrier: the Great Wall.
Towering stone bastions stretched across thousands of miles, not to keep out people, but monsters.
Yet stone alone could not stop the tide.
Thus, the Nameless Order was born—an elite, oath-bound force that sacrificed identity and legacy for the sole purpose of defending humanity.
No name, no family, no burial. Only duty.
"I am unknown. I do not exist in the world. When I die, no one will mourn me. No incense will be burned in my name. My life belongs to the Great Wall. My death belongs to the Nameless Order."
Divided into five corps, each army embodied a singular discipline of war:
Bear Army – Shield bearers and frontline infantry, anchoring the line.
Crane Army – Aerialists and tower jumpers, striking from above.
Tiger Army – Mechanized and siege combatants, brute force embodied.
Deer Army – Swift cavalry and scouts, masters of speed and stealth.
Eagle Army – Archers, snipers, and sharpshooters, raining death from afar.
During the Song Dynasty, the war reached its climax.
In a battle that tore through night and fire, the Nameless Order sacrificed nearly all to kill the Queen.
It was said she shrieked with such fury upon her death that the ground beneath the Gobi Desert cracked.
At that moment, the meteorite at the mountain's core—its glow the source of her birth—vanished, as if her death shattered it.
With their Queen gone, the remaining Taotie lost coordination and were annihilated.
No one knew about the Taotie King.
He had retreated deep underground, broken and weakened, lying in wait.
Without a Queen, he could not spawn an army.
But Taotie was patient—horribly so.
He would wait centuries, if he must, for the birth of a new Queen.
And so, history faded. With no Taotie sightings for over a millennium, the world moved on.
The Great Wall became a tourist site. The legends turned into folklore, their truth buried in stone and ash.
Until the 21st century.
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In the late 2000s, geologists detected a sudden, unnatural magnetic spike deep beneath the Gobi Desert.
Seismic activity followed—small tremors at first, then violent quakes.
What had been dormant for nearly two thousand years now stirred.
Beneath the ruins of the original Taotie nest, the meteorite reappeared, shimmering with otherworldly light. Reformed. Reawakened.
It pulsed like a heartbeat, signaling rebirth.
From that stone, the new Queen was born—sleeker, faster, and more biologically advanced.
The King, having absorbed centuries of knowledge and darkness, surged back into power.
Their reunion triggered a second evolution.
The Taotie now possessed larger frames, thicker exoskeletons, and hive-like coordination guided by the King's psychic will and the Queen's spawning.
Within five years, the Taotie population exploded to over 100,000.
They surged through the northern provinces like a swarm of locusts, turning entire towns into silent graveyards.
The death toll reached the millions. Governments fell into chaos.
The Great Wall, once only a relic of the past, was reactivated as Asia's last line of Defense.
Those who lived north of the Wall fled south, abandoning entire cities.
The Wall once again became the final frontier, this time defended not by arrows and spears, but by tanks, drones, exo-armor, satellites, and railguns.
Humanity had advanced—but so had the Taotie.
To face this new threat, the Nameless Order was reborn, its structure intact but its weapons forged in modern fire.
Bear Army now wielded powered exosuits and riot armor, bracing monster charges with shock-absorbent shields.
Crane Army became jump-jet troopers, descending from aerial platforms to strike and vanish.
Tiger Army was the armored spearhead—tanks, mechs, and mobile artillery.
Deer Army were elite recon forces, utilizing cloaking and drone scouts.
Eagle Army controlled precision-strike platforms, high-altitude bombers, and railgun nests.
But even with modern warfare, humanity remained on the back foot.
The Taotie had evolved.
They burrowed beneath defenses, adapted to toxins, and shrugged off bullets.
Worse, the King learned.
For every strategy devised, the Taotie countered.
For every victory, they retaliated in blood.
The war was no longer about holding territory—it was about survival.