Chapter 103: Human Parasites

The Monster Town Chief raised a hand and wiped his face.

The chunk of flesh that had been cut off was still oozing green blood, dripping onto the ground with a sizzle, sending up a wisp of white smoke.

The town chief didn’t cover the wound.

His gaze swept across Wang Ziming’s face, then inch by inch over the others.

Those vertical pupils were icy cold.

“As expected… I knew it would come to this.”

He spoke, his voice not coming from his throat but rumbling from deep in his chest.

“As expected, humans are never trustworthy. They’re all faithless creatures.”

“All dirty and despicable parasites, only surviving by hiding behind others.”

“All humans deserve to die.”

The Monster Town Chief slowly stood up as he spoke.

His over two-meter-tall body straightened section by section from a sitting posture, with creaking sounds from his joints, as if he hadn’t moved for a long time.

Wang Ziming was already drenched in cold sweat.

He didn’t wait.

Bang, bang, bang…

Silver bullets flew one after another toward that thing.

Each shot aimed at a vital spot.

But every bullet stopped about a centimeter in front of the monster.

Clatter.

Clatter.

Clatter.

The bullets dropped from the invisible air and rolled across the ground.

Wang Ziming’s throat went dry.

He turned to look at Peace, his voice trembling uncontrollably. “Hurry up and act… Act now!”

“If you don’t move now, it’ll be too late. Once it strikes first, none of us will have a chance…”

Peace didn’t look at Wang Ziming.

She didn’t even raise her hand.

Peace stood there, half her face lit by blue light, half hidden in shadow, her gaze lazily resting on that monster.

White Night had seen that look a few times—it was the look Peace gave a bug on the roadside.

Not a threat.

Not worth acting on.

Peace spoke.

Her voice wasn’t loud; instead, it was very soft.

“You used to be an ordinary person too, didn’t you?” she said.

“This is the first time I’ve seen someone who hates humans this much after turning into a weirdness.”

“What happened to make you hate your own kind so much?”

The entire tomb chamber fell silent for a beat.

The surging aura from that monster was halted by those two sentences.

Its chest heaved once.

The coldness in its eyes loosened slightly, and other things began to surface… older, deeper, more indescribable things.

Memories.

It remembered.

Of course it remembered.

It had once been the mayor of this town.

Back then, it had a name, a human face, and a home.

When Doomsday first came, its ability awakened—an invisible force field that could protect those around it from weirdness.

It thought this was a gift, a responsibility, so it gathered the people of this town and established a settlement.

It said, “I’ll protect you all. You just live well here.”

The townspeople were grateful and called it “Mayor.”

It smiled and said no need for thanks.

Back then, its wife was still alive.

Its daughter was only four, with two pigtails, and loved to climb onto its shoulders and pull its hair.

Later, days grew harder.

Supplies dwindled.

It couldn’t support the entire town alone—it had to go out to search.

It went out to find supplies.

Before leaving, it repeatedly told the townspeople to take care of its wife and child.

They said, “Don’t worry.”

It believed them.

When it returned, the town was still there.

But its wife and daughter were gone.

A few weirdnesses had broken in—not very powerful ones. Normally, when it was there, its force field would have easily blocked them.

It had left.

It left, and those weirdnesses went after its wife and child.

Its wife and child ran down an entire street, from one end to the other.

All along the street, doors were shut.

Every single house.

Wife knocked, pounded, screamed for help.

Not a single door opened for her.

Later, in a dead end alley at the end of the street, they found the mother and daughter—only their terrified heads remained.

The same eyes as the six heads now on its Hexagram.

It didn’t cry.

It stood in that dead alley for a very long time.

Night fell, then dawn broke, then night fell again.

On the third night, it walked out.

It walked back to that street, door to door, and knocked.

It imitated its wife’s voice as it knocked.

Those who didn’t open were all killed.

Of course, no one opened the door anyway.

That night, not a single person in the entire town survived.

When it killed the last person, dawn broke again.

It stood at the town entrance, blood dripping from its hands.

It thought, I protected this town.

What did the town I protected give me?

It didn’t choose death.

It chose another path.

It turned itself into a weirdness as well.

Still the mayor.

But from then on, the town was filled with its own kind.

It brought in Fake Human anomalies, making the town look from the outside as if there were still cooking smoke rising, voices of people, and shop signs hanging.

It lured living people in.

Lured one, killed one.

It was still the mayor.

The Monster Town Chief suddenly opened its eyes.

Those vertical pupils no longer held the slightest waver.

Its gaze fixed on Peace.

It stuck out its tongue and licked the trail of green blood on its lips.

“I hate self-righteous people like you the most,” it said.

“Always acting like you’ve seen through everything, like you understand everything.”

“But you don’t understand anything at all. You have no idea how ugly humans really are.”

“Then today, I’ll let you see with your own eyes how insignificant humans are in the face of overwhelming power.”

It didn’t charge at Wang Ziming.

Its first strike went toward Peace.

That strike had no form.

Its hands crossed and slashed open, palms twisting, pulling out a blood-red energy wave. The sound of air being torn was sharp and piercing.

The air in the entire tomb chamber tilted toward Peace, dragged along by its movement.

The wind whipped Peace’s white hair into a frenzy.

Her long hair flew wildly, becoming a mess of white, sweeping across her shoulders, brushing her chin.

She didn’t move.

She didn’t step aside even an inch.

She just watched.

That blood-red energy wave rushed to her front.

But there was something around her.

That thing had no sound, no color, but the moment the blood energy struck, it all dissipated.

The wind stopped.

Peace’s long hair slowly fell back down, strand by strand settling on her shoulders.

As if nothing had happened.

The Monster Town Chief was stunned.

It stared at its own hands.

It had been too long since it encountered such a thing.

It was used to its attacks piercing through everything.

Used to humans breaking apart like straw before it, tumbling to the ground, shapeless.

It was used to being the strongest.

In that second of shock, Peace raised her hand.

Her movement had nothing special about it.

She simply lifted her hand, extended her index finger, and pointed at it.

A faint dark light flashed on her fingertip.

Just one flash.

A line opened on the Monster Town Chief’s body, from the top of its head down to its crotch.

Very thin.

So thin it was almost invisible.

It looked down to see itself.

The Monster Town Chief didn’t finish looking.

Its body split along that line, into two halves.

Thump.

Thump.

They fell to the left and right.

Organs rolled out from the cut, steaming as they hit the ground.

Brain matter slowly seeped from both sides of the skull along the line of the cut.

Green blood.

Blackened internal organs.

A skull shattered into several pieces.

Scattered all over the ground.

The tomb chamber was so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat.

The hand holding the Silver Pistol dropped by Wang Ziming’s side.

He stared at the pile on the ground for a long, long time.

The Silver Pistol slowly slid out of his palm, fell, and landed next to the organs.

Clang.

He didn’t pick it up.

All those thoughts he’d had…

The thought of turning on them after victory.

The thought of absorbing this team to become his own power.

The thought of getting closer to resurrecting his beloved.

He stopped moving.

He didn’t dare move.

He could only force a smile.

That smile was stiff.

So stiff that even his muscles didn’t know where to go.

“Great, just great, really great,” he heard himself say, his voice floating, “finally killed that evil scourge… completely.”

“Now, now all the trapped people in this town can suffer a little less…”

He was still talking.

But Peace had already turned to look at him.

That calm gaze looked exactly the same as when she looked at the Monster Town Chief just now.

She spoke.

“Don’t be too happy. There’s still one more scourge to kill.”

…

The smile on Wang Ziming’s face instantly froze.

He couldn’t laugh anymore.

And he couldn’t pull back that smile either.

He stood frozen, his body as if nailed in place.

He felt it.

Something slowly seeped out from Peace.

It was killing intent.

Wang Ziming broke out in cold sweat layer after layer on his back.

He finally understood: from the moment he first entered this house to deliver food, everything he had acted out…

White Peace had seen it all clearly.