Chapter 126: Why Are There More and More Monsters in This World!
Q-City.
"Jie jie jie! This great one is Fly-Man! Because I hated flies too much, I hunted them all day long. After swatting a whole bunch of them to death, people called me disgusting instead. In a fit of rage, I defected to the fly race!"
"I now possess the compound eyes of a fly, the flight capabilities of a fly, and even the power to spit acid to melt food! Tremble, you lowly humans!"
On the street, a person with a fly's head and two pairs of wings as thin as cicada wings behind his back danced and gesticulated, shouting excitedly.
"Run! There's a Monster!"
"Holy crap, this Monster is so ugly! Don't come near me!"
"This guy even has a sour stench on him; he's exactly like those flies that get swatted to death!"
The citizens scattered in all directions, looking in horror at the Fly-Man whose movements were gradually freezing, their footsteps not daring to stop for a moment.
Hearing the words people shouted as they fled, the Fly-Man's dancing movements stopped, replaced by an incomparable rage.
The wings behind his back began to flap rapidly, and he roared as he charged forward:
"You damn bastards! Even now you're mocking me! Whoever just said I was ugly, come out! I'll kill you right now..."
Boom!
A sharp claw mark slashed through the Void; the Fly-Man's words came to an abrupt halt, his pair of compound eyes staring in disbelief at his own headless corpse which was still spraying blood.
How is this possible... The Fly-Man's headless corpse collapsed in a pool of blood, and beside him, a thing wearing a snow-white dog costume, with a human face and sitting on all fours, looked on calmly.
S-Class Hero, the guardian deity of Q-City, Watchdog Man.
Seeing Watchdog Man kill the arrogant Fly-Man in a single blow, people let out excited shouts, offering him their most sincere praise.
Facing these praises, Watchdog Man looked like he had facial paralysis, showing no expression at all, and even raised a hind leg to scratch his head.
Just then, the costume vibrated; Watchdog Man glanced at his S-Class Hero emergency cell phone.
After seeing the message inside, he didn't hesitate for a moment, immediately standing upright to observe his surroundings.
Confirming that no more Monsters had appeared, Watchdog Man scratched his head and charged out of Q-City on all fours.
Although Watchdog Man was unwilling to participate in most activities and insisted on guarding his territory, Q-City...
...at this moment of human survival, Watchdog Man naturally knew how to distinguish right from wrong.
He wanted to protect Q-City, and he also wanted to protect humanity.
If one does not protect the great nation, how can one protect their small home?
Under a toppled nest, can any egg remain unbroken?
...All the S-Class Heroes, no matter what they were doing, no matter where they were, and no matter what crisis lay ahead, resolutely set out on the road to Z-City.
For no other reason than that they held the title of S-Class Hero and possessed strength far exceeding other heroes, they consciously took on the responsibility that came with such power.
They were humanity's trump cards when facing powerful Monster disasters, and their final hole card in desperate times.
Z-City, outskirts.
Atop the mountain, inside the dojo.
Bang looked at the colorful pillar of light shooting into the sky, the wrinkles on his face almost bunching together, his heart heavy beyond measure.
As one of the Peak powerhouses of the martial way, he could clearly sense how astonishing and terrifying the power contained within this colorful pillar of light was.
With just a slight perception, Bang was shocked to find that even his own consciousness showed signs of being contaminated.
If even someone as powerful as him was like this, one could imagine what the citizens of the entire Z-City had become.
Bang turned his head to look at the now-empty dojo, and the heavy stone in his heart eased slightly.
Long before the colorful pillar of light erupted, at the moment the God's energy leaked out, Bang had already had the weak Charanko retreat.
"Then next, this old man will have no more worries."
Bang took a deep breath, adjusting his breathing to its optimal state, and then stepped out of the dojo... At this moment, Z-City had turned into a living hell on earth.
Explosions sounded everywhere; cars crashed into one another, and the ear-piercing sound of horns and the roar of burning flames were constant.
Yet, no sounds of panicked fleeing came from the streets—not because the people were calm, but because they had all fallen to the ground, life having left them.
After nearly a full minute, amidst the roaring explosions of cars, the citizens who had fallen to the ground slowly climbed back up, their bodies flickering with chaotic colorful light.
Their bodies became powerful, their speed became agile, and their strength became terrifying.
In the blink of an eye, thousands of citizens transformed into Puppets equivalent to Demon Level Peak Monsters, charging forward like madmen, intending to head toward other cities.
As for those slightly more powerful existences, they emitted the formidable aura of the Dragon Level.
They didn't charge desperately like the other Puppets, but mechanically observed everything around them before beginning to move... Meanwhile, 2,000 meters underground.
"Run! Run faster! You bastard, why are you still there mumbling!"
A certain short, black creature carried a Homeless Emperor in his left hand, while his right hand transformed into a giant drill dozens of meters long, continuously boring through the hard soil ahead.
Black Sperm was cursing now, not just because his deadweight teammate, Homeless Emperor, was still mumbling some religious nonsense and not helping at all, but also because he sensed the crisis behind him.
What the hell!
Monster King Orochi's life aura vanished after only erupting twice; is that King actually powerful to such an extent?
What terrified Black Sperm the most wasn't actually King, but another existence that made all 54 trillion of his cells tremble.
Why are there more and more Monsters in this world? I feel like even if I perform a Fusion of all 54 trillion cells, I'd still be blown apart by a single punch, damn it!
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