Gao Wu: After transforming into a soft girl, I became a calamity?

Where is everyone?

Number Four looked around, somewhat puzzled.

The effects of the Chaos Veil hadn't worn off yet, but as he continued forward, he discovered that the surrounding black mist was gradually being replaced by another white mist.

Unlike the heavy gray-white of the mist, this white mist looked exceptionally pure and even carried a damp feel.

[Hidden Mist]? Number Six is ​​here too? How did they find us?

Unlike Number Eight, Number Four does not have the ability to see in the dark.

The reason we were able to find this place was thanks to a compass made of a radiant crystal, which, together with a specially made telescope, allowed us to barely discern directions through the curtain.

On his way there, he only saw Li Huan; Jiang Mian was nowhere to be seen.

Could it be... that it was swept away somewhere by the swarm of calamities?

Did Number Eight succeed?

Number Four's mind was in complete turmoil. Time was running out, so he decided to find Number Eight first.

Although both belong to the [Chaos] path, his abilities are mainly manifested in his physical body, and his infiltration relies primarily on his alien remains, making him inferior to Number Eight, a pure assassin.

However, when he arrived in the vicinity, the compass in his hand suddenly began to tremble, and the needle spun wildly, as if it had been interfered with by something.

"Damn it, why did it have to break down at this crucial moment?!"

Number Four patted the compass. This thing is almost as expensive as the Samsung Alien, so how come the quality is so bad?

He had no choice but to keep going.

Number Four raised his binoculars, and in the white mist ahead, he could vaguely make out a female figure, tall and slender, who looked like...

"Number six?"

He quickened his pace without thinking much about it.

As they closed the distance, Number Four sensed something was amiss.

He initially thought the other person was dressed entirely in black, but now it seems... a bit too much!

He said somewhat uncertainly:

"Number Six, you..."

Before he finished speaking, "Number Six" turned around not far away.

"You're here?"

Number Four immediately felt his hair stand on end.

He realized that the "person" in front of him was not a person at all.

The face was smooth, without any features, except for a mouth that opened and closed abruptly, and the sound it made was exactly the same as Number Six's!

"What the hell is this?!"

He subconsciously activated his power, and the flesh on his right hand twisted violently.

His entire forearm, along with his palm, transformed into a long blade of flesh and blood, stabbing directly at the head of "Number Six" in front of him.

"Pfft..."

The knife tip seemed to be stuck in a thick sludge, unable to advance even an inch.

Number Four sensed something was wrong and tried to stop, but felt incredibly strained, as if he were being sucked in.

Since entering the third stage of the disease, his abilities have mutated into what they are now.

Or rather, his internal structure has mutated into what it is now, completely different from that of a normal human.

If it weren't for that new inhibitor, he would probably have long since become a lump of flesh driven only by the instinct to hunt.

"Open it... for me!"

Number Four let out a low shout, and strands of bright red liquid seeped from the surface of the flesh-and-blood blade.

His skills are activated through the blood, and ever since he entered the third stage of the disease, each activation... has been quite painful.

Those who come into contact with it will suffer continuous corrosive damage, gradually leading to ulceration.

However, the black humanoid figure in front of them remained unresponsive.

How could that be?

Number Four was shocked. The flesh-and-blood blade, combined with the dissolving liquid, could even cut through the special alloy of the city wall. Why was it ineffective against this thing?

He quickly transformed his left hand into a long blade of flesh and blood, and slashed it down fiercely at his right hand!

As if he felt no pain, Number Four remained calm. After breaking free of his restraints, he used his legs to pull back forcefully, finally creating distance between himself and the eerie black humanoid figure.

All that remained of his right arm was a gruesome severed section, from which drops of blood made a hissing sound, leaving behind small dents.

Jiang Mian stood quietly to the side, "watching" all of this.

Indeed, patients in the third stage of the disease can no longer be considered normal people.

If someone experiences a mental upheaval like Number Eight, triggering certain conditions, then catastrophic consequences could occur in an instant.

Just now, after burning the No. 8 cigarette and the inhibitor he was carrying, she inexplicably felt sleepy.

This has never happened before. It's probably because Number Eight also drank that strange inhibitor, and then it stacked up?

When I get home tonight... I might dream about that strange thing again.

Oh well, let it be a dream. I can just burn it again if necessary.

If we don't find anything, wouldn't this trip have been a waste?

Number Four is indeed ruthless to himself, but... now that he's already stepped into her ignition range, he can forget about escaping.

Number Four had just regained his balance when the bleeding from his severed arm had mysteriously stopped.

The flesh on the cut surface was still writhing strangely, and the arm seemed to be growing back.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps, the sound of boots on the ground.

Number Four turned his head and saw a pair of eyes burning with dark gold.

As the figure in the mist slowly approached, its appearance gradually became clear, revealing it to be their target!

"you……"

He only managed to utter one word before he inexplicably felt a surge of heat rising within him, starting from his heart and rushing straight to his head.

The next second, an orange-gold flame engulfed him completely without warning.

The mutated flesh and blood acted like excellent fuel, instantly igniting and sizzling.

At first, Number Four only felt the extreme pain of being burned by flames, but after a few seconds it turned into a strange sense of relief.

It was as if... some invisible mental shackles had also been burned away.

In a daze, fragmented memories flashed before my eyes.

I don't know how long it lasted before my consciousness sank into a deathly darkness.

Jiang Mian walked closer and casually waved away the remaining embers.

In a sense, this thing is a kind of marker that can increase one's ignition range, but it is really quite conspicuous. Fortunately, it can be actively dispelled.

She bent down, picked up the compass and binoculars that had fallen to the ground, weighed them in her hands, and shook her head.

"What a pity, most of the valuable alien remains were probably used to set traps, leaving only these scraps."

Jiang Mian raised his binoculars and looked in Li Huan's direction.

It's alright, I can see the general outline. It's alright for an average awakened person, but for her, it's not as good as her own perception.

It seems bad luck has gotten the better of me again. I finally got some equipment, but it's all useless.

As for selling them for money... that's not impossible, but in the city, only government officials buy them.

She herself couldn't go, and her clone was an unregistered person, which would be very troublesome.

I've heard that in other, more powerful cities, there are relatively fewer restrictions.

There are even civilian awakened groups participating in the exploration of the fog, and the price for recycling equipment is quite high, making it a decent way to make money.

Unfortunately, it's not available here.

Jiang Mian calculated the time; only two and a half minutes had passed since she quietly slipped out.

We have enough time to tidy up.

……

Li Huan stood at the edge of the fog and punched the broken car frame next to him.

"It's all my fault, I didn't keep a close eye on her."

His clothes were stained with blood, and the short sword in his other hand had several nicks, clearly indicating that he had just been in a fierce battle.

Su Wanning had already used her abilities to alleviate his injuries and was giving him simple bandages.

Qin Wu glanced at the dissipating mist and said in a hoarse voice:

"This isn't the time to talk about that! The most important thing right now is to find him, alive and well..."

Before he could finish speaking, the fog ahead stirred and then suddenly burst forth with a violent gust of air!