The Monster is Coming

Chapter 359 Who agrees? Who objects?
after one day.

Starfall World, New Cassini.

Wei Shan hovered high in the sky, looking down at the dilapidated city below.

This city is one of the more densely populated areas he has found so far in his exploration of the small world.

But the entire city was built on ruins.

The reason is not hard to understand.

While researching information about the Starfall World, he learned that the city had been invaded by external forces in the past.

The next step was the virtual rune legion, which mastered the rules of dimensional ascension, and repelled the invading forces.

At this moment, Wei Shan swooped down toward the city below, deciding to make it his first test target.

……

Night fell over the city.

The invasion by the End-Face tribe six months ago reduced "New Cassini" to ruins.

The entire city was shrouded in a gloom of despair.

Everyone thought that this invasion would completely destroy the civilization they had created.

Unexpectedly, divine soldiers descended from the sky, and an unknown force suddenly appeared, completely driving the seemingly invincible alien forces out of their homeland.

But the cracks torn open by the invasion continue to spread through the urban fabric.

The energy pipeline that once ran through the east and west has now become a natural barrier dividing the city.

The northern part of the city still retains half of the city dome used to defend against foreign enemies, and the damage is not particularly severe. However, the southern part of the city has been completely reduced to ruins and slums, and wild gangs have sprung up among the broken walls and ruins.

The once-smooth air traffic network has been completely paralyzed.

Countless civilian aircraft piled up in the city, forming a metal mountain.

The demise of the rule of law will have a far more lasting impact than the invasion of the degenerate race.

The database of the law enforcement system was compromised during the intrusion, and the regulations that once bound behavior were now dismissed.

Nowadays, territories are no longer divided by administrative maps, but by flags planted on ruins after gang fights.

The Wild Wolves' blood-red wolf head flag fluttered in the central square area, while the Iron Hands' mechanical claw symbol was nailed to the ruins of the energy station... The struggle for resources became the main theme of this city.

Water purification factories, combat-type mechs, technical engineers, food breeding bases... whoever controls these resources holds the power of life and death.

Now, different areas of the city are divided by different gangs, and residents have to pay tolls even for simple movements.

The bodies of the rebels were hung on warning lights on different streets, swaying in the wind, becoming more conspicuous markers than any road sign.

The surviving residents are like insects parasitizing the city ruins, developing twisted survival wisdom in the chaotic environment.

They learned to identify gang insignia amidst gunfire and understood how to use their bodies or other means to gain temporary safety.

Public facilities that once symbolized civilization have been transformed into black market trading markets.

The hospital has been turned into a workshop for illegally modifying weapons.

The clock tower, which once overlooked the entire city, has now become a neutral venue for negotiations between various gangs.

Heavy rain mixed with sewage washed over the city's wounds, but it could not wash away the despair that permeated the air.

New Cassini is no longer one of the world's transportation hubs; it's more like a slowly festering wound.

This demonstrates how civilization can twist and grow from the ruins after the collapse of order.

At this moment, on the clock tower in the city center.

The rusty hands were stuck at 3:17 a.m.

The leaders of the eight gangs that have occupied New Cassini are sitting around the former astronomical observatory, negotiating the division of territory.

The glass dome had shattered during the invasion of the End-of-Day Clan and was now pieced together with transparent industrial plastic sheets. Raindrops pelted the dome with a crackling sound, which, along with the sporadic gunshots from the distant slums, became the background noise of the negotiations.

The Iron Hand gang leader took a deep breath and slammed his prosthetic arm heavily onto the table. The impact caused the oil lamp on the table to flicker, and in the dim light, he grinned, revealing his metal neck.

"I have only one request: the water purification station in the East District must belong to us."

His voice, processed through a throat loudspeaker, carried a static tone:
"The engineer who fixed the water pump last month was a member of the Iron Hand gang. Do you think you can just sit back and reap the benefits?"

The leader of the Wild Wolves gang opposite him licked the scar from the fight on his lips, revealing yellowed teeth. Behind him stood two burly men, shirtless, with fluorescent wolf heads tattooed on their skin.

"When the gangs from outside broke in recently, don't forget who guarded the water purification pipes on the east side."

As he spoke, he spat, the spittle landing on the bullet-riddled floor:

"If we're talking about contributions, our Wild Wolf Gang should also have a share in this purification factory."

At that moment, the soft sound of gears turning came from the shadows in the southeast corner. The leader of the Gear Gang, whose body had been mostly transformed into machinery, sat up, his facial features emerging from the shadows:
"No matter what you've done, our Gear Gang should have a share in the purification plant. There are only a few water purification plants in the whole city. If you take them all, what will we drink?"

The eight major factions were at odds over the allocation of the water purification plants.

Outside the clock tower, in the heavy rain, the flags of various gangs waved violently on the ruins, seemingly cheering for the impending showdown.

The night in New Cassini is about to begin in a bloody frenzy.

Just as the leaders of the various gangs were about to grab their weapons and make their move, they suddenly heard the sound of dripping water.

The voice was soft, yet it rang clearly in their ears.

Gradually, the sound of dripping water grew louder and louder.

Like the saliva of some creature falling onto a metal surface, sticky and slow.

The Iron Hand gang leader's prosthetic limb suddenly twitched, and the hydraulic hoses made an unnatural "creaking" sound.

He looked down sharply and found that the oil lamp on the table had turned dark red at some point, and a black shadow resembling the evil god "Arushi" was curled up in the flame.

"What's this……"

Before he could finish speaking, a muffled "thump" came from outside the clock tower.

It sounded like something heavy had hit the ground.

The leader of the Wild Wolf Gang suddenly looked up and, through the mottled plastic sheet, saw a blood moon that had somehow torn through the clouds.

The moonlight seeped in like pus and blood, staining everyone's faces crimson.

Even more terrifying, countless faces floated in the moonlight, each one incredibly familiar to him—traitors, enemies, and innocents whom he had personally executed.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

The leader of the Gear Gang slammed his fist on the table and stood up, only to hear a "crack" sound.

His robotic arm suddenly flipped 180 degrees uncontrollably, and his alloy knuckles gripped his throat.

The gears slowly meshed, and black blood seeped out from the mechanical cracks.

The sudden and bizarre change completely threw the leaders of the eight major gangs present into a panic.

The bronze bell that had long since disappeared from the clock tower suddenly rang out at that moment, and the rusted hands spun wildly backward.

The changes around us seemed to be reversed, and time seemed to have been turned back to the moment when the End-of-Day Clan invaded.

Their retinas were replaying the massacre of civilization that had brought them the ultimate terror.

Rust, like a spiderweb, instantly corroded the entire city, while the cannon fire of the End-Demonic warships and small flying machines ravaged the city.

Many of our compatriots were vaporized by this irresistible force.

When they tried to escape from the clock tower, they discovered that the world outside the clock tower had also turned into a living hell.

When the leader of the Wild Wolf Gang smashed through the rickety plastic sheet, the sight of the square that came into view made his blood freeze instantly.

His valiant and skilled gang members were now being twisted into inhuman forms.

The muscular back was torn open, revealing three pairs of barbed limbs. The facial bones protruded exaggeratedly forward, fangs pierced the lips, and the fluorescent wolf head tattoo on the skin actually came to life, writhing and tearing among the flesh.

The youngest leader of the Scorpion Gang arrived shortly after.

When he saw the scene outside, he let out a heart-wrenching scream.

He pointed tremblingly at the square below the clock tower, which in his eyes was crawling with half-human, half-snake creatures.

The upper bodies of those creatures resembled members of the Scorpion Gang, but their skin was covered with dark purple scales, and their lower bodies, with their snake tails, left trails of venom emitting white smoke as they rolled across the ground.

One of the snake-men raised his head, revealing the face of his younger brother.

His eyes had turned into vertical pupils, and when he opened his mouth, he revealed pale green teeth.

"It's...it's Ah Lang."

Seeing his younger brother, who had died tragically in the shootout last week, reborn in the form of a snake-man, the leader of the Poison Scorpion Gang collapsed to the ground, his fingers digging into the bullet holes in the ground with tension, blood seeping from under his fingernails.

An even more horrifying scene spread in the distance.

The Iron Hands gang members were transformed into headless mechanical puppets with exposed electrical wires attached to their necks.

A black mist rose from the direction of the slums to the east of the clock tower, from which came the sounds of wailing.

Occasionally, figures would burst out of the fog, but they were deformed monsters with multiple arms.

Monsters roam freely, and the world seems to have transformed into a hellish realm in an instant.

Many demons from mythology, as well as the demons of the end times who once brought them extreme fear, have been resurrected at this moment.

The leader of the Iron Hand Gang attempted to activate the combat system of his exoskeleton armor, only to find that metal scales suddenly rose up on his body, and his body began to mutate.

The black mist emanating from his pores formed human faces in the air, howling and roaring at him, making his ears ring. He suddenly looked at the Wild Wolf Gang leader beside him, only to see the man suddenly turn around and grab his neck tightly, rolling on the ground.

Just then, the blood moon in the sky gradually grew larger.

A gigantic face of a demonic being appeared above, slowly opening its mouth as if to devour the city once more.

One of the leaders roared and reached for the gun at his waist, only to find that the handle had already become one with his hand.

Tiny venomous snakes emerged from the gun barrel, crawling up the arm and causing skin to ulcerate wherever they went.

Fear spread like a plague among the eight leaders.

They once thought that the iron fist of violence and power could crush everything, but now, faced with a force beyond their comprehension, they trembled like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

The wailing, the scraping of metal, the boiling of venom... all the sounds outside intertwined, becoming a death knell.

pat!

Just as the eight leaders were about to collapse in fear, the sound of dripping water rang out again.

All the unusual phenomena faded away completely, as if erased by an invisible eraser, amidst the continuous sound of dripping water.

They found themselves still sitting at the negotiating table, their eyes reflecting the almost distorted expressions of terror on the faces of the other gang leaders.

The heavy rain outside was still falling, washing away the smell of blood and leaving only the damp smell of rust.

The plastic panels on the clock tower's dome were still mottled, the oil lamps had regained their warm, dim yellow glow, and the mechanical arm of the Gear Gang leader was resting properly on the table... Everything had returned to normal, but none of the eight leaders dared to move.

They noticed that a figure had appeared at the negotiating table sometime earlier.

He had a smile on his face, and the hem of his black trench coat was damp with a few raindrops.

Just sitting to the side made them feel an intense sense of being crushed by a higher level of life.

It was as if a group of ants struggling in the mud suddenly looked up and saw a giant dragon circling in the sky.

It was a shiver that came from the depths of one's soul.

They could even clearly sense that each of the other's breaths was affecting the flow of energy around them.

This sense of oppression made them feel extremely depressed.

It's like the most instinctive stress response when encountering a predator.

Every cell in their body was screaming and trembling, telling them one message: This is not a human (astromorph), not even a living being, but a humanoid manifestation of some unknown, terrifying being.

The prosthetic eye of the Wild Wolf Gang leader spun at that moment.

The numbers above, used to detect energy fluctuations, kept soaring when this figure was focused on.

The final result is: ? ? ?.

This means that the energy emanating from the other party has exceeded the detectable limit.

"Have you had enough noise?"

The mysterious figure spoke in a low voice, yet it instantly drowned out the sound of rain outside the window and the sporadic gunshots in the distance.

He slowly straightened up, his gaze sweeping over the negotiation diagrams on the table.

Above is a map, with crisscrossing lines marking the boundaries of the territory.

The leader of the Poison Scorpion Gang instinctively reached for the steel knife at his waist, but his wrist suddenly went numb as he realized that his hand was being held firmly by the leader of the Wild Wolf Gang beside him.
"Don't be reckless."

A hoarse roar with an electronic tone rang out.

At this moment, the leader of the Wild Wolf Gang looked at Wei Shan with eyes filled with terror.

It's one thing for the leader of the Poison Scorpion Gang to bring about his own demise, but he could very well implicate others as well.

The opponent's life force is so strong that they could be crushed like ants with ease.

Just then, Wei Shan raised his hand and hooked.

He transformed his mental energy into telekinesis, snatching the steel knife from the Poison Scorpion Gang leader's waist into his hand.

He weighed the steel knife in his hand twice, then lightly touched the blade with his fingertip.

The gleaming steel blade melted like butter under the compression of psychic power, dripping onto the ground and turning into a pool of molten iron.

Amidst the incredulous expressions of the eight gang leaders, Wei Shan slowly stood up.

He then pointed to the eastern area on the map, which is the facility being contested in these negotiations.

"From today onwards, the East District Water Purification Station belongs to me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the mechanical prosthetic arm of the Gear Gang leader suddenly rose and stabbed straight at Wei Shan's temple, but suddenly froze half a meter away from his cheek.

Wei Shan slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on the exposed mechanical spine of the Gear Gang leader.

Suddenly, his spine creaked under the strain, several joints caved inward, pulling on his nerves, causing the Gear Gang leader to let out a shrill scream.

"Are they planning to attack?"

Wei Shan chuckled, and the shadow behind him surged like boiling water, with dozens of pairs of eerie blue eyes lighting up in the darkness.

These were all evil beings formed from the characteristics of a fearful soul, and the aura they emitted was like a tangible ice spike, causing the souls of everyone present to tremble.

"Then... make an example of one."

As he spoke, Wei Shan slowly closed his outstretched five fingers.

The leader of the Gear Gang was still struggling under the control of telekinesis. Just as he was about to activate the backup energy to break free, he discovered that his mechanical prosthetic limbs were also beginning to collapse inward.

The alloy casing is wrinkled like paper, revealing the wires wrapped inside.

Then the wire suddenly came to life, slithering up his neck like a venomous snake, causing him to choke and make a "hoarse" sound.

The telekinetic force, like an invisible giant hand, gripped the Gear Gang leader's body from all directions.

The screws at the alloy joint shattered like popping beans, and the originally smooth metal surface was instantly covered with spider web-like cracks.

"no, do not want."

His mechanical throat was squeezed by telekinesis, and his voice was hoarse.

Wei Shan ignored Wei Shan's pleas for mercy.

Murderers feel no guilt whatsoever.

As for the issue of the scenes being too gory, that's not a problem at all.

He'd seen it all at Ah Le's training camp.

He slowly released his telekinetic energy, intending to intimidate these thugs in this way.

Under the horrified gaze of the other seven gang leaders, the Gear Gang leader's internal organs and mechanical parts rubbed violently together in his chest cavity, his ribs caved inward under the immense force, and the crisp sound of each bone breaking could be clearly heard.

The gears implanted in the body have now become the most cruel instruments of torture.

Under the pressure of telekinesis, they spun wildly, their serrated edges scraping against their internal organs. Blood mixed with engine oil gushed from the corner of the Gear Gang leader's mouth, forming a black and red stream on the ground.

Wei Shan's fingertips tightened slightly, and his telekinetic power suddenly increased.

The Gear Gang leader's body was as if it had been stuffed into an invisible hydraulic press, his torso began to collapse inward, his eyeballs were squeezed out of their sockets, and electric sparks shot out from the mechanical interface at the back of his neck. The precision gears turned into metal powder, mixed with bone fragments and flesh scraps, and sprayed out from the cracks in his skin, splattering onto the negotiating table.

Moments later, the once invincible leader of the Gear Gang was compressed into an irregular metal block the size of a basketball.

During this time, challenger prompts kept echoing in Wei Shan's mind.

The fear of the seven gang leaders has given him 349 points of fright, and it continues to generate.

Wei Shan nodded in satisfaction, then raised his hand again, pointing to the map on the negotiating table and circling the entire map with his finger.

"I didn't finish what I was saying earlier. Energy stations, food bases, weapons modification projects... all of these are mine."

After speaking, he went to the edge of the windowsill, reached out and pushed open the already rotten wooden door, and the rain was blocked outside by an invisible barrier.

The ruins of New Cassini unfolded behind him, the flags of the eight major gangs fluttering in the wind and rain, but the moment he raised his hand, the flagpoles snapped in unison and fell toward the clock tower, like subjects in submission.

"From now on, I will be in charge of the rules in this city."

As he spoke, Wei Shan turned around, his black trench coat drawing a clean arc behind him:

"From now on, among the seven of you, whoever obeys will get a bite to eat, and those who don't..."

Wei Shan's gaze fell on the irregular metal block on the ground:

“You will suffer a much worse fate than him. I have a million ways to make you experience what it's like to be worse than dead.”

The flickering flame of the oil lamp reflected in Wei Shan's eyes. Upon hearing these words, the seven gang leaders felt a chill run down their spines, and their eyes filled with undisguised fear as they looked at Wei Shan.

They now understood that the purgatory illusion they had just experienced was merely a purgatory scene sketched by the other party at random.

The person holding the pen, at this moment, was declaring to them, with an elegant yet unquestionable attitude, their impending dominance over the city.

Watching the black robe with red patterns flutter in the night wind, the oppressive aura emanating from Wei Shan made the leaders of the seven gangs dare not resist in the slightest.

They dared not be as furious and vent their dissatisfaction as they had during the negotiations.

"By the way, from today onwards, this city will be renamed: The City of Terror."

After speaking, Wei Shan's gaze swept over the remaining seven gang leaders, and he grinned, revealing his white teeth:

"I've finished speaking... Now, who agrees? Who disagrees?"

　I've been a bit busy these past few days, but I'll get back to updating like crazy once I'm done!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)