American variety show world begins with subduing Jason

The orange sparks flickered on and off, and the No. 12 lead bullet, powerful enough to shatter bones, was easily molded into a lump by the thin, dark figure in front of him, like putty.

Several well-known gang members were terrified. Before they could even turn around and run away, a torrent of blood gushed from their carotid arteries.

The blonde, blue-eyed woman licked the blood from her fingertips with ecstasy, revealing her sharp canines. Just as she was about to enjoy the feast before her, her curvaceous body was suddenly shattered.

Retracting his downward punch, Antonio floated in mid-air, showing no interest in assessing the outcome. He stared intently at his "colleague" as if facing a formidable enemy, and growled coldly and furiously:

"Alex... are you still here?"

With a nonchalant shrug, the black-haired, black-eyed vampire king appeared completely unfazed.

"Who else could it be but me? There's no other way. After being collared around my neck for so long, I have to collect some interest first."

He gazed at the bloodshed and carnage that filled the city, as if he were watching a beautiful opera, smiling with satisfaction and contentment.

"Of course, you can join us if you'd like..."

"Boom—!" The fierce fist wind pierced through the atmosphere, and the pure and vast force field surged, piling up layers of visible ripples.

The tempting invitation was met with the most resolute response.

The viscous, muddy dark storm swallowed the force field impact and delivered words of regret.

"What a pity. Since you're unwilling to remove the collar, then..."

"...Kill him!"

The sigh, filled with regret, suddenly transformed into a chilling killing intent at the end.

As if the high and mighty gods had coldly handed down their verdict, ancient Latin scriptures with ever-changing light and flames leaped out, and holy, illusory chains pierced through the skin...

Born from the bones, born from the flesh, born from the soul.

The intense pain assaulted his nerves, and even with his diamond-like willpower, the Son of Steel couldn't help but clench his teeth.

He swung his palm with difficulty, and the rooftop of the building next to him collapsed, sending several mysterious and ethereal figures flying into the air.

"By the covenant of the Holy One... I command you not to disobey!"

His once white hair had turned black, but the venom and decay accumulated over the years still lingered in his eyes. One by one, the powerful figures who once occupied the pinnacle of power in this country flapped their bat wings, urging on mysterious oaths.

Regardless of power attributes, good and evil are both products of the Federation's god-making project. The Blood Demon enjoys the same constraints in the shadows, and the heroes in the light naturally have to follow suit as well, at most doing it in a more respectable way.

"This country belongs to us, and will always be ours. Our master promised that as long as we help..."

Having transformed into vampires, their language became incoherent, much like a bankrupt businessman driven to the rooftop, desperately trying to hypnotize himself.

Amidst the continuous sinister laughter, a dark undercurrent surged, and the corrupting power of all things seized the opportunity to rise up. One was going all out, while the other was holding back, and the situation suddenly became extremely precarious.

Just when they were on the verge of death, a slow, aging voice suddenly came from behind them.

"Ahem, by the covenant of the Holy One... ahem, I command you to sweep away the evil before you."

The edicts, though similar in format but completely opposite in meaning, were activated, canceling out the restraints. The unrestrained power of the fist imprints, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami, finally launched a satisfying counterattack after being suppressed for a long time.

On a distant rooftop, an elderly man, nearing the end of his life, sat in a wheelchair, stroking the warm wool blanket on his lap. In his cloudy eyes, a light of wisdom shone.

Amidst a group of tense subordinates and guards, Maxwell Jimmy removed his beloved soft nightcap, scratched the few remaining gray hairs on his head, and muttered under his breath to himself: This soon-to-be-retired Special Investigations Director, Agent 86, who had successfully survived the Cold War, was now out of the picture.

"I knew it. I remember leaving myself access to the Ark of the Covenant back then... I'm not that senile yet."

Chapter 520 Fusion

Through two hundred years of invasion, conquest, bribery, and extortion, the young empire has acquired vast and boundless lands, so vast that while one side is embroiled in fierce battles, the other side remains peaceful and serene.

Hundreds of screens of various shapes are combined to form a huge screen wall that covers a third of the walls of the circular hall.

Fluorescent alchemical symbols etched layers of magic circles onto the floor. Thick cables and optical fibers, like ancient tree roots, extended from the control panel and plunged into the ground. Technology and mystical elements merged, weaving together a strange and beautiful aesthetic.

First-time visitors might be amazed by this magical, punk-like spectacle, but for those who sit at their desks day after day, it has long lost its novelty and feels only monotony and boredom.

"Have new test subjects arrived again?"

The sound of wind and greetings rang out behind him at the same time. Without turning his head, the young man reached back and scooped up a bright red apple, which landed in his palm.

"Yes, this is a routine ceremony, two men and two women." The young man casually wiped himself on his clean, white research coat, his face beaming, the sweet fruit swirling in his mouth as he answered indistinctly.

My colleague appeared beside me with an enthusiastic face. This cutting-edge scholar, who had been somewhat famous a few years ago, showed no signs of the seriousness and caution of a scientific researcher. Instead, he exuded a kind of spirit called "having fun."

"Quick, quick, is there anyone else placing a bet? Considering the season and climate, the most popular guess right now is that an Ice-type ghost will be born, and the prize is a week's worth of free menu writing rights in the cafeteria..."

Coincidentally, in front of the control panel, which was covered with all sorts of complicated buttons, a large number of men and women also took out snacks and coffee, as if they were watching an eight o'clock soap opera, excitedly staring at the light screen, and even started a quiz with prizes.

"A balance of yin and yang, with just a tiny bit of that [source]'s aura, can catalyze the creation of a decent monster."

The manager, wearing a bow tie, smiled and shook his head, flexing his fingers as if playing the piano, before pressing a black button. "Let me think... let's start with a zombie as an aperitif..."

On the big screen, amidst the churning of snow and soil, rotting, withered arms pierced the ground, and several ragged, broken bodies staggered towards a cabin in the woods with stiff steps.

"And then there's the Black Lake Monster! I love the way it swallows its prey whole!" The impatient shout was filled with excitement.

Then, its massive, scale-covered tail slapped open the winter ice river, and its scarlet eyes shone from the deep, turbulent waters.

"Hmph, another water monster, how tacky! If we're talking about classics, we have to talk about werewolves!"

A ferocious beast with thick fur burst out of the jungle, its foul-smelling saliva dripping from between its sharp fangs, yearning for the deliciousness of soft flesh.

Time ticked by, and amidst the jarring laughter of the onlookers, the cruel game of cat and mouse came to an end. In utter panic and despair, the ignorant sacrifice who had fallen into the trap breathed his last.

A wisp of indescribable chaos rose from the ground, and with a kind of mechanical indifference, wrapped around the still warm remains of the victim, causing the battered body to shudder!

The bones, flesh, and tendons broke and reformed, merging and transforming under the influence of some unknown energy. The deformed eight-legged creature opened its spider-like compound eyes, shook its four heads in confusion, and slowly and unsteadily stood up.

The best-preserved female head looked at itself, extreme terror quickly gathering on its face. But before it could let out its first scream, a square, transparent cage suddenly descended, imprisoning the newborn monster within.

The next moment, strange light surged like water, and the prison instantly appeared in a vast starry river with shimmering light. Grains of sharp-edged "river sand" spun and gradually approached, and inside, all sorts of bizarre figures lay sleeping on the ground. They were all such strange beings!

"Oh, damn it... the Frankenstein's monster that retained some of its original consciousness actually had enhanced physical vitality. Did anyone guess correctly?"

"Haha, I won! You bunch of idiots, didn't you ever read the test subjects' background information? All four of them were close friends who grew up together in an orphanage, their will to survive was incredibly strong, they definitely wouldn't become undead!"

Triumphant applause and boisterous laughter filled the air as the cruel flower, watered by blood and fear, blossomed. Yet, no one offered it even the slightest pity; only jubilant delight remained.

...a pleasure permeated with blood.

Since they have been part of this secret base, they have basically no chance of gaining freedom in this life. So, wouldn't the wailing of their fellow beings outside be the best routine entertainment?

However, on this special day, they are not the only ones who feel joy.

Extending outwards from the spacious hall, buildings of varying sizes and shapes are scattered across the massive silver branches, resembling the World Tree in Norse mythology that connects the nine realms.

However, if someone could observe the whole picture and happened to have some knowledge of the human body, they would discover that those incredibly magnificent branches seem to have a skeletal structure, just like...

...strange arms that stretched from the sky to the ground.

Following the silver branches downwards, one gradually falls silent into the boundless emptiness and darkness, as if there is only a terrifying chaotic void, a place where even the actual person in charge of the secret base is not qualified to come.

Within this void, two towering figures, as majestic as mountains, stood silently facing each other.

—Considering the surrounding spatial undercurrents like a whirlpool in the ocean, and the terrifying energy auras intertwined, this scene is more accurately described as a brief halftime break.

"My servants and subordinates are doing well there, so we need to speed things up here as well."

Countless crimson shield-shaped crystal scales were inlaid and staggered, resembling both gemstones and glass, layered upon each other, dazzlingly red, bewitchingly red. A giant python wearing a strange golden crown extended its long tongue and deftly intercepted a strand of crimson blood that had condensed in the void and was slowly falling.

The two fleshy wings that had been curled up on its back stretched out a bit, and it comfortably narrowed its vertical pupils, which seemed to see through everything in the world.

"Regular sacrifices day after day for a hundred years? It seems these humans have maintained your spirituality quite well."

This attempt to strike up a conversation yielded no response. Opposite Him, the colossal, monstrous figure simply hovered silently, its form hazy and ever-changing, exuding an ancient and timeless aura that made it difficult to discern its exact shape, as if looking at flowers through a fog.

"Indeed, long periods of solitude can be tedious. I'm actually having a heart-to-heart talk with an empty shell..." the giant python sighed listlessly.

"All the familiar faces left with my original body; there's not even one I'm qualified to chat with." He changed the subject, his tone filled with pleasure and anticipation.

"But it's okay, this world without competitors should be enough for me to play in for a long time."

Seven billion people, what a grand buffet…

A surge of overwhelming crimson magic erupts once more, amidst a volcano overflowing with lava… a desolate wasteland littered with bones… a pale glacier freezing souls… an endless hillside strewn with jagged, knife-like rocks…

A series of illusory and eerie scenes swirled around, as if the nine layers of hell had suddenly descended, encroaching upon the strange figure.

The boundless mist slowly collapsed, leaving only a thin layer in a short time. As if sensing that disaster was imminent, the remaining mysterious power began to operate violently, making it difficult for the hellish projections to advance any further, no matter how they changed.

And in response to this final act of resistance, a predictable smile appeared on the ferocious snake head:

"Even if it means death, he would rather not be tainted by heretical systems. Is this the pride of the son of Mother Earth Gaia?"

"Then... how about a greeting from another Olympian god?"

The voice suddenly turned chilling, the forked snake tongue swayed erratically, and the bottomless abyss-like maw suddenly opened wide, shooting out a ball of azure water!

The face of the holy and beautiful woman writhed wildly on the surface of the water sphere. Calypso's expression of horror and anger lasted for less than a second before turning into dazzling light with the impact.

That was the final lament of the daughter of the ocean and islands!

Impacted by the same divine power, the spirits that were desperately resisting were thrown into chaos, as if they didn't know what to do.

The ultimate showdown was just around the corner. The surging hellish shadows instantly crushed all resistance, and a majestic figure, mostly broken, finally revealed its true form.

The humanoid giant head has many sharp horns that twist and turn like trees, or resemble flying dragons, or deer and sheep. The broken snake tail is only half intact, but it still stretches long and straight into the distance, as if it were endless.

Countless feathers and scales of various shapes, patterns and growths cover every corner of the body, as if the forms of all living things in the world have been condensed here.

Between countless feathers and scales, specks of light, like dust, leap and dance, evolving into images of countless monsters fighting, devouring, and evolving, revealing the savage and violent dark side of nature.

"Father of all demons, source of bloodlines for all non-human beings, Titan Typhon, with your status, you are indeed more than qualified to be my physical body to rule the earth!"

A satisfied hiss echoed in the void as the giant python, like a phantom, merged seamlessly into the remains of this great being.

Their appearances changed drastically at the same time. The fleshy mounds on their foreheads bulged and split open, sharp horns lengthened and spiraled, and golden crowns, each forged with the image of depravity such as anger, jealousy, and gluttony, appeared, accompanied by a frenzied sonata of hellfire that seemed to want to burn the world to ashes.

Enormous fleshy wings blotted out the sky as if to cover the entire universe, and a long tail trailed billions of stars. A crimson dragon with seven heads and ten horns suddenly descended.

Chapter 521 Arrival

The futuristic silver-gray metal corridor is flanked by seamless transparent crystal walls that divide it into equally sized cubicles.

Inside, numerous strange beasts and demons lay huddled on the ground, either numb or indifferent, like empty shells without souls—even the mindless low-level ghosts, after being "taught" a thousand times, would no longer approach the crystal wall covered with powerful spells.

The researchers, who had just finished a pleasant guessing game, strolled around, leisurely carrying out their daily routine.

The scanner scanned irises and fingerprints, and various strange samples, including fresh flesh and blood, murky mysterious slime, and lush grass and leaves, were successively sent into it, providing the prisoners with basic nutrition. After all... even as research subjects, they had to be kept alive before they could be taken to the operating table.