Everyone here is a competitor, those who snatch the Jade Pendant and those who do not, why not kill the people around them in the chaos? It would be easier to grab the Jade Pendant afterwards.
The girl in the cage watched the refugees fighting for the Jade Pendant with an indifferent face. She glanced at the red fluff falling from the sky, a sense of resignation in her eyes... Perhaps this was for the best.
Under the influence of the red mist, his mother had turned into a monster. He and his father would have suffered the sa fate had they not received help from an extraordinary person, who gave them a Jade Pendant that protected them from the red mist within a small area and made them undetectable to the distorted creatures if they kept their distance.
They were also shown a path that would lead them to complete safety if they could reach the destination, but on the way, they encountered a group of people who worshiped the Evil God.
They didn’t die at the hands of monsters, yet they were about to be hard by their own kind.
The girl was filled with hate, but even more so with powerlessness. It might be better to turn into a monster inside the cage; that way, she probably wouldn’t hurt anyone else...
"Ah! What have you done!!" The few remaining refugees panicked as they looked at the shattered Jade Pendant, screaming frantically.
Clutching the broken Jade Pendant, a refugee covered in cuts grimaced hideously, "If I can’t survive, none of you will either, let’s die together!!"
He roared, stuffing the broken fragnts of the Jade Pendant into his mouth, blood covering his lips as he swallowed, but he was quickly disembowelled by other refugees and the pieces of the Jade Pendant were frantically fought over—they were not willing to give up any hope.
Maybe the fragnts might have so effect too?
The blood from the refugees’ fight gathered toward the broken idol, filling its cracks with the flow. The refugees didn’t notice this, but the girl in the cage did, her indifferent expression now tinged with a hint of mockery.
These people worshiped the Evil God, seeking protection through sacrifice, but it seed the Evil God wanted to slowly consu them completely... Then her expression turned to panic, she would rather beco a monster than be food for the Evil God, after all, her father had been burned by these refugees.
She harbored deep hatred for the Evil God and the refugees; commit suicide? To prevent this, the refugees had taken all sharp objects from her, she had crashed into the cage, but the rebound forces of the wooden cage weren’t strong enough, and she felt dizzy, similar but not the sa as hitting a wall.
This made the girl desperate enough to cry, unable to maintain her indifferent façade any longer.
Just then, another voice ca through, Zheng Yichen eyed the chaotic scene and clicked his tongue, "You’re all too violent."
As he spoke, he threw out a hand grenade by way of persuasion.
The confused refugees looked at the iron lump that landed in the center of their scuffle. The next instant, their vision was enveloped in brightness, and they knew nothing more.
Zheng Yichen stared at the idol; he had noticed the changes in the idol and had taken so shots at it out of caution, resulting in more cracks but the idol still remained stubbornly intact.
After clearing away the refugees that shouldn’t have stayed, Zheng Yichen acquired a black long spear and thrust it directly into the idol. The blood that had gathered inside the cracks of the idol began to flow abnormally.
Red lights shone brighter in the idol’s eyes, and Zheng Yichen retrieved so information, the gist of which was—what lowly deity dares to provoke ?
"You?" Zheng Yichen raised an eyebrow, a pale red aura mbrane surfaced on his left fist as he smashed the idol’s head into stone powder. Yet the blood inside the idol remained, congealing into a vicious head, identical to the one he just exploded from the idol, but more agile.
"You dare defy—ah!!" The angry head was blasted apart again, and another black spear pierced directly through the decapitated idol.
Zheng Yichen didn’t understand the entities tied to the idol, but he knew that the more one babbled, the more likely things were to go awry. The series of transformations the thing underwent were decidedly not as simple as they seed on the surface, and rather than wasting ti, he preferred to quickly obliterate it.
When his second punch struck the idol, a faint red light erged on its surface, barely blocking his blow. The third punch shattered the light entirely, and the blood—already beginning to coagulate and sprout tiny tendrils—lost its support as the idol crumbled.
Shaking off the dried white substance from the black spear, a gust of wind blew past, scattering all the red fluff that had returned to falling normally.
Zheng Yichen walked up to the cage, eyeing the girl inside who had hurt her forehead from the impact and showed a trace of distress. Why did he end up in such a situation? This was uncomfortable compared to the apocalypse; back then, he wandered alone without eting others.
Acting alone ant there were no concerns, but now it was different—the scenery was normal, which was good, as one could leave people in a safe place.
But clearly, this was not an environnt where people could be easily left behind.
He dismantled the cage in front of him and let out the girl who was deliberately maintaining an indifferent face. Zheng Yichen asked, "What’s your na?"
"...Liu Hongzhao."
"I see, for now, you’ll follow ," he said.
The girl glanced around at the surrounding winds, nodded slightly, and seed to acknowledge that Zheng Yichen was like the extraordinary person she had t before, soone with trendous power.
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