You call me a calamity? But I am Hyper Zetton!

A muffled thud came from inside the monster's body; its mouth was blown apart, and yellow blood mixed with bits of flesh splattered everywhere.

The level-five monster shook its head, completely enraged. Crackling blue arcs of electricity suddenly erupted from its body, instantly evaporating the surrounding seawater.

All the electric arcs converged wildly towards the sharp point above its head.

"Sizzle..." A blue lightning bolt as thick as a bucket shot towards Wu Bai.

Wu Bai didn't move at all, and shook his head: "You never learn."

He held his hands up in front of his chest, and a red and black vortex unfolded in front of him.

The devastating blue lightning bolt plunged into the vortex and vanished without a trace, like a clay ox sinking into the sea, without even a sound.

The level-five monster clearly hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation. It roared and continued to increase its energy output, making the lightning even brighter.

One side launches a barrage of attacks, while the other side receives them all.

[Completed Consumption]

[Energy gained: 60%...65%...69%, 31% away from unlocking "Infernal Berserk Form"]

With the last drop of energy drained, the level 5 monster finally couldn't hold on any longer.

The blue arc of electricity on the sharp corner flickered twice and then went out instantly.

Wu Bai lowered his hands, and the vortex in front of him disappeared.

He looked at the swaying monster with some displeasure.

"Power bank, don't stop! Just a little more, it's almost full!"

The level 5 monster swayed twice, its enormous eyes rolling back.

It crashed onto the sea surface with a loud thud, creating a wave.

Wu Bai: "..."

Can monsters really be worked to death?

He sighed, and in a flash, appeared beside the enormous corpse of the level-five monster.

A black hole appeared on his chest, and the monster turned into specks of light, all of which were sucked in.

Then, he turned to look at the distant battlefield and devoured the remaining monster corpses as well.

[Energy gained: 99%, 1% away from unlocking "Infernal Rampage Form"]

[Current level has been raised to: Peak of Tier 9]

Wu Bai smacked his lips, feeling a bit choked up inside.

He looked around, even scanning the seabed, to make sure there were no more corpses. He had no choice but to give up on that last bit of energy.

He looked up at the helicopter circling in the sky, his body gradually becoming ethereal, disintegrating into countless light particles, and dissipating into the air.

……

Inside Shelter No. 31.

Everyone's eyes were glued to the television screen.

Suddenly, a burst of colorful light flashed in the center of the hall, and Tangtang's small figure appeared out of thin air next to the middle-aged woman.

"Candy..."

The middle-aged woman froze for a second, then suddenly hugged her daughter tightly, tears welling up in her eyes.

"You scared Mommy to death! You scared Mommy to death!"

A group of children gathered around, chattering excitedly, their faces filled with undisguised admiration and envy.

"Tangtang, you're amazing! You actually transformed into Hyper Zetton."

"Yeah, yeah, Tangtang, you're a hero now! I'm so envious!"

……

Happy Cake Shop in the next city.

"Ring ring..."

The shop door was pushed open...

...The door panel bumped into the hanging wind chimes, making a crisp and melodious sound.

"Welcome to Happy Cake Shop."

The young man behind the counter habitually smiled and looked up at the door.

However, the smile on his face froze the moment he saw who it was.

He glanced instinctively at the television on the wall, where the news was broadcasting: "Global urgent search for Lin Zhendong, please contact us immediately if you have any leads..."

Then, he looked down at the doorway in shock...

Lin Zhendong was covered in blood, his clothes were tattered, and he was leaning against the door frame, staggering as he moved inside.

With each step, a bloody footprint was left on the floor.

Holy crap.

The young man exclaimed softly, quickly ran around the counter, and helped the swaying Lin Zhendong to his feet.

"Help me... help me deliver this cake to Qinggang City, Qinggang Road, No. 39 Tiantian Community, for my daughter."

Lin Zhendong's hands trembled as he pulled a wad of blood-stained money from his pocket and shoved it into the young man's hand.

His voice was very weak: "This money... is for the delivery fee."

After saying this, Lin Zhendong could no longer hold on and his body went limp.

He collapsed and fell heavily to the ground.

The young man looked at the blood-stained banknotes in his hand, then at Lin Zhendong, who was lying unconscious on the ground.

One last glance up, and the missing person notice was still flashing on the TV.

Finally, he gritted his teeth, bent down, picked up Lin Zhendong, carried him into the store's staff dormitory, and gently placed him on his bed.

He quickly checked Lin Zhendong's injuries; the situation was very bad.

The person is in a deep coma and breathing very weakly. If they are not treated immediately, they will most likely die here.

The young man straightened up and let out a long sigh.

He instinctively reached for his pocket, but it was empty; his phone was left on the counter outside.

He glanced at Lin Zhendong on the bed, then turned and walked out of the dormitory.

We must contact the military, otherwise this person is truly beyond saving.

However, half a minute later.

When he rushed back to his dorm with his phone in hand, he froze at the door.

The bed was empty.

The blanket was pulled back to one side, and the sheets still bore traces of blood and warmth.

He rushed out of the room and ran into the empty corridor.

He ran back to the dormitory and even bent down to look under the bed.

"Where did they go?" the young man asked, puzzled. "Did they transform into Hyper Zetton and leave?"

He searched the small dormitory room carefully again.

Finally, his gaze fell on the pillow, where a dark dagger lay quietly.

The young man picked up his phone, glanced at the number he had already dialed, then looked at the cold, heavy black short sword in his right hand, his eyes filled with intense struggle.

A few seconds later.

He shook his head and hung up the phone: "Never mind, since the person can disappear on their own, it means they probably can't die."

"I'll keep this for him for now. As for the news that Lin Zhendong came, let's just forget about it."

"I still need to make money, I don't have time to be taken to the police station for questioning."

He put his phone back in his pocket, gripped the black short sword in his hand, walked out of the dormitory, and returned to the shop in front, which smelled of cream.

……

The Misty World, Main City.

"Come on, come on," room 211 on the second floor of the "Come on, come on" themed hotel.

In the center of the room...

...The pink ambient lights were still flashing, and a huge circular waterbed occupied most of the space.

Lying on it was a middle-aged man with a scar on his face.

Suddenly, the man's eyelid twitched violently.

The next second, he suddenly opened his eyes, used his waist and abdomen to sit up.

The waterbed beneath him shook violently from the sudden movement, the liquid inside surging from side to side, causing his body to rise and fall with it.

Lin Zhendong steadied himself and cautiously turned his neck to look around.

His expression changed when he saw the whip hanging on the wall, the mirror on the ceiling, and the dim lighting.

He abruptly threw off the silk quilt covering him and looked down at himself.

Until I confirmed that I was still wearing that turmeric-colored leather jacket.

After that, there were no unusual discomforts in my body.

He patted his chest and breathed a long sigh of relief.

But before he could finish exhaling, his movements suddenly froze, as if he had remembered something fatal, and he pressed his right hand sharply against his left chest.

His face turned deathly pale instantly.

He frantically pulled open his leather jacket, reached into the inner pocket, and frantically dug into the thin fabric with his fingers.

empty.

It doesn't have a cold, metallic feel.