Gods, Ashes Descend

Withered vines, old trees, and crows at dusk; a sofa reminiscent of Ge You's; the sun setting in the west.

Li Wei sat on the sofa by the roadside, smoking a cigarette, somewhat bewildered. To be honest, he had no idea what Black Mom wanted from him.

But life goes on, and we still have to do what we're supposed to do.

As the saying goes, spend more time on the people you like and less time on things that are useless.

As the boss, Li Wei naturally wouldn't go out in force and search the streets. He simply put up a sign, asking anyone who found the gold shop's address to report the location and let the common people carry the valuables, paying them a small fee as extra income.

"Boss, we've rescued some survivors one after another. Would you like to meet them?"

Li Wei tossed his cigarette butt aside, looked at Ken incredulously, and asked in surprise.

"You're rescuing people?"

The sun is rising in the north?

Ken scratched his cheek and said somewhat embarrassedly.

"Boss, we think you're right. We need sustainable development. Killing won't work. So when we encounter survivors, we just pretend we didn't see them. Anyway, there aren't that many people. We can feed them by collecting some canned food."

It's not a big deal. If it mutates, just lock it in a room and let the new civilians kill it. The enemy on the front line comes in swarms, and the new civilians are likely to die suddenly if they go there.

That's a huge loss; one-on-one would be much easier to adapt to.

Good heavens, he's still a killer.

However, Li Wei was very pleased that these assassins could be so flexible.

Moreover, it's not just about ignoring them when you encounter them; most of the survivors you've met before have also died instantly.

Li Wei suddenly thought of something: he wasn't a local, but these guys were. Could anyone know about military bases or similar places?

However, most people in Tokyo are honest, hardworking office workers, so don't get your hopes up too high.

Are there any special people inside?

This problem was a bit difficult for these killers. They didn't care who was inside at all; they just brought back those who were willing to go with them. Ken shook his head.

"I don't know. We locked them up in a residential area that we had taken over, and it wasn't even a third of the area was full."

Li Wei patted his behind and stood up, saying nonchalantly.

"If you encounter any engineers, mechanics, electricians or anything like that in the future, keep a close eye on them and teach our civilians a lesson. Don't let them die suddenly."

As I saw it, the moon was actually red during the day. It was only a matter of time before these guys died. We should use them now since they were of some use, and there was no need to care too much about them.

We can even boldly assume that it's hard to say it wasn't just another round of harvesting.

However, while I have a small appetite, they have a big appetite and can wait patiently; a nap will pass quickly.

So, does that mean Black Mom wants to go out? But aren't Outer Gods multifaceted?

Frustrated, Li Wei lit another cigarette and headed towards the bar. He knew that without a broad perspective, making wild guesses was pointless.

I'm not afraid of being used, I'm afraid of being useless.

Not being afraid to lose doesn't guarantee a win, but being afraid to lose guarantees a loss.

Li Wei thought, "Whatever, I'll deal with whatever comes my way." So Li Wei decided to go to Onion Bro's place for a few drinks and get himself drunk.

After all, it takes thousands of years for a monkey to evolve into a human, but only one bottle of wine to transform a human back into a monkey.

..........

More than two years have passed. Ethan from the biohazard world is dead, and the local village has been bombed into ruins by the BSAA. However, people have been keeping watch over it, and there is also a research institute studying mold.

As soon as Li Wei arrived, he was unfortunately arrested as an intruder.

Although Li Wei wanted to put up a fight, he felt that his body wasn't tough enough to withstand the sight of several Browning machine guns positioned on all sides of the wall.

However, it's not without its advantages. At least Li Wei now has a psychologist in front of him. He's lying in a hospital bed, having a face-to-face meeting with a light blonde doctor.

The problem is that this woman is a bit old; she's past her prime.

Li Wei's limbs and neck were stuck in the iron rings on the bed, but he didn't care about this small matter and said to the older sister in front of him carefully.

"Professor Rebecca, do you think there's any hope for my mental health? I've been under too much pressure lately."

As a leading researcher in anti-biochemical virus research, Rebecca considered herself to be quite knowledgeable, believing that zombies were caused by cells becoming overly active after being infected.

But why is he still moving when his body cells have almost zero activity?

Moreover, his physical abilities are so abnormal, he's practically a human tyrant.

Rebecca closed her observation journal and shrugged at Levi.

"Well, I can see that. Based on your request, I will issue you a certificate of mental illness."

"Thank you for your help, Professor. Also, what do you think about the trade issue I mentioned? I'll buy your automatic turrets as well, and I'll buy all kinds of bullets without limit. I'll pay a high price."

"They're considering it. I'll let you know when there's news. Also, just take the medicine I gave you obediently, and don't stuff it into the space behind you."

Rebecca stepped out of the room, and Chris, who had come over specifically for this purpose, looked at Levi through the one-way glass and asked.

"Rebecca, what do you think of this guy?"

Rebecca turned around and watched with Chris as Levi, whose card had loosened and who was getting up to stretch, moved around because of her departure.

With pity in his eyes, he replied.

"He has severe violent tendencies and a misanthropic attitude. He takes death lightly and is even somewhat unable to distinguish reality due to hallucinations. However, he has a strong spiritual energy that can even influence reality, which is what he calls a miracle."

He thinks he has an immortal army and his destiny is to conquer the world, but what he says about believing in his fabricated stories and using magic—no, miracles—we've already tested that, and it's simply impossible.

I don't know which organization did it, but he was probably tortured terribly. Those damn lunatics never stopped for a moment.

However, he himself seems alright; his mental state remains stable as long as he isn't provoked.

Chris shook his head.

"I saw his information when I came here. Basically, he is the kind of evolution that those madmen want. He has self-will, super strong physical stats, and the magic he possesses can be described as a miracle."

But why was he the only one there, and in that village? Are you sure it has nothing to do with mold? And it's not contagious.

Rebecca put her hands behind her back and answered in a tone of existential doubt.

"I'm pretty sure that his blood was injected into mice, and the blood turned into lava and was burned to ashes. But the mice were fine after eating it. It's unbelievable."

Moreover, the cells were inert, and no bacteria or viruses were found, but his blood contained nothing but what blood should contain.

Furthermore, his health was excessively good; he didn't even need to eat or use the toilet, and no matter how much he ate, it wouldn't be enough—he could even digest miniature robots.

"You mean he's a super soldier who can't get infected with any viruses?"

"That's not wrong. If he hadn't resisted so much, we wouldn't have dared to use too much anesthetic. The higher-ups were afraid that he would die and turn to ashes, so we couldn't use force. My assistant even wanted to check his probiotics, like putting an instrument in to check for E. coli."

Chris grinned.

"...My God, I would have rebelled too."

"So we're going to try a different approach."