Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

Shen Jue thought to himself: It wouldn't be right to tell you that I'm just a pretty face, only to fulfill my selfish desire to have someone to support me when I save the world, would it?

In the blink of an eye, Shen Jue revealed a gentle smile, extending his hand to Amano Tsukiko and saying, "Would you like to stand shoulder to shoulder with me and save this world?"

Amano Tsukiko trembled, a complex expression flashing across her beautiful face, before she nodded gently.

The sky over Black Vortex Town hung low like a bandage soaked in filthy blood.

Amano Tsukiko stood half a step behind Shen Jue, and for the first time, she smelled the scent of this town.

It was a primal, moist, fishy-sweet taste, like the kind that only exists inside the cavity of some living creature.

The air was so thick you could almost stir it with your fingers; every breath felt like swallowing some invisible filaments of mucus.

The ground beneath my feet was no longer hard; it sank slightly and had an abnormal elasticity, as if the entire earth had become the skin of some giant creature.

Black Vortex Town has disappeared.

Then Amano Tsukiko saw that.

At first, she thought she was seeing a landscape: an undulating landscape with ravines and ridges.

But the terrain doesn't breathe.

Every rise and fall of that thing was accompanied by a wet, rattling sound, like a thousand mouths opening and closing at the same time.

Its area is so large that the line of sight cannot reach its boundaries; one can only see it extending to the foot of those crooked buildings in the distance.

The building's exterior walls had long since collapsed, and it was like a layer of living moss slowly engulfing the entire town.

It is the people's Fujian-Aberration Type II, a special creation deliberately mutated by Shen Jue using a variant T virus.

But it's not just moss; it has a structure.

Amano Tsukiko saw through those structures.

skin.

A whole expanse of skin without boundaries, continuous and covered with pores, wrinkles, and openings of sweat glands.

Beneath the skin lies a layer of fat, and the yellowish-white fat, like fermented dough, is squeezed out from the cracks in the skin, making a soft, crunching sound.

Deeper inside are muscle fibers, pink muscle bundles that wriggle, contract, and relax at a speed visible to the naked eye, like countless snakes intertwined in mating.

Its blood vessels run through the muscles like tree roots, some as thick as a human leg, others as thin as a hair.

The blood vessels were throbbing rhythmically, pumping some kind of thick liquid into the heart deep within this sea of ​​flesh.

On this field of flesh and blood, Tsukiko Amano saw those special mutant types.

They were running wildly, standing on two legs, moving extremely fast, their footsteps like chisels.

These special aberration type I bodies are naked, grayish-white like wax, having removed excess female organs, thus saving some biomass.

Their legs propel them forward with impossible angles, their strides far exceeding those of ordinary people, leaving afterimages in the air.

It also carries entire buildings, huge blocks of ore, and clumps of biomass on its back.

The materials were tightly bound to the spine by the special grayish-white fascia that grew from the spine in the special type of aberration.

These special aberration type I cells act like a convoy of cargo trucks, continuously delivering biomass and minerals into the bodies of people with the Fujian-Aberration Type II cells.

They marched in two columns, their steps perfectly synchronized, landing alternately, with a rhythm that belonged to the mechanical, not to the living.

Its facial features were intact, yet it was expressionless, and with each whoosh it emitted a hoarse, bellows-like sound.

The first type of special distortion crashed into an entrance of the type of distortion 2 without slowing down at all.

The moment the Special Aberration Type I swallowed people and goods along with it, the next batch had already followed.

Batch after batch, these special aberration type I particles disappeared in the pulsating openings with the same rhythm.

At the other exit of the Aberration II, more bodies were rushing out, their loads gone.

They enter aberration type II just as quickly as they leave.

It has no end, like a biomass conveyor belt, running at high speed and never stopping.

Amano Tsukiko watched as a special type of aberration 1 ran wildly away from her, just three meters away.

She saw that what it was carrying on its back was a tangled mess of marine life remains and mechanical parts.

Those are the mechanical-legged monster fish that landed on the coast of Japan Island some time ago.

Nowadays, these mechanical monster fish have all become biomass absorbed by Aberration II.

Then Amano Tsukiko heard the sound.

That sound came from the depths of that sea of ​​flesh.

It was a clear, cool female voice, alluring and captivating, a soft, ethereal tone like a lover's whisper: "Shen Jue... Shen Jue... you're back..."

Amano Tsukiko felt her stomach contracting.

The sound, carrying fear, acted directly on her body, like a hand reaching into her abdomen and gently kneading her internal organs.

Amano Tsukiko grabbed Shen Jue's sleeve, her knuckles turning white.

"Yes, I'm back," Shen Jue said softly. "The plan is about to begin. Thank you for your hard work."

"It is our honor to bear your child," the Aberration Type II replied in that distinctive female voice.

Shen Jue smiled, but felt a little embarrassed inside.

This time, Shen Jue truly ordered the Aberration Type II to bear him an offspring.

Because of the type II aberration, this raised fleshy mound is covered with a dense array of faces.

The faces were incomplete; some had only half a face, some only an eye and a lip, but they were all trembling, all trying to make an expression.

One eye slowly turned, tracking Shen Jue's figure.

Half of his mouth was silently reciting the last syllable of a name.

A tongue emerged from where one ear was, licking the dried tear tracks on the face next to it.

But none of these are the most terrifying things.

The most terrifying thing is that those faces are multiplying.

In the few short seconds that Tsukiko Amano was watching, a new face was emerging from the gap between the two old faces.

First, the outline of the facial features emerged from the flesh, then the structure of the cheekbones stretched the skin from the inside, and then the lips turned open, revealing the teeth that had already taken shape. The new face opened its eyes and looked directly at Shen Jue.

"Shen Jue," the newly born Aberration Type I said in a soft female voice with the exact same tone.

Then it laughed.

That smile appeared on a face that had been born less than ten seconds ago, as gentle as a child returning home to see its mother.

But for some reason, the curve was too wide, the corner of his mouth split all the way to his earlobe, revealing all the teeth that were arranging and combining inside.

Tong Hui, who was behind Shen Jue, took a step back. The ground responded to her the moment her shoe soles touched the ground.

Suddenly, three eyes of different sizes, belonging to Tomie, opened on the ground beneath her feet.

"I want to go back," Kirie said. Her voice was calm, almost too calm, like a shell that had compressed fear to the extreme and lost all emotion.

"Let me go back. This is not something I can bear."

Shen Jue did not turn around to look at her.

The newly born face, like a newborn infant, with complete features and a female body, smoothly emerged from the Aberration Type II. Then, this newly born Aberration Type I curled up into a ball, turning into a cocoon of flesh and blood, and attached itself to the Aberration Type II.

"It's alright, don't you guys think it's cute?" Shen Jue said, turning around.

He saw that Amano Tsukiko and Kirie had fainted on the spot and collapsed softly to the ground.

"what?"