Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods

Chapter 198 Contradictions and Flames

When the silver-haired girl heard this gentlemanly voice, she subconsciously looked up in the direction from which the voice came from.

Although she couldn't see the man's appearance, she could tell from his voice and attitude that he was fundamentally different from the people here.

His voice wasn't particularly pleasant, but it contained a subtle allure and an enigmatic smile.

Not only that, the girl also sensed that the man's aura and magnetic field were exceptionally unique, quite different from the people here. Even those who had undergone extensive modifications were completely different from him.

This man—he doesn't seem human.

but--

What does it matter whether she is human or not, or whether she is a cursed child despised and harmed by society?

She began to ponder the man's words, a hint of confusion showing on her face beneath the bandages.

"What do you mean by that?"

The Cursed Child did not understand men's meaning. As a woman born infected with a virus called Gastrea, she was rejected from birth.

Therefore, she was abandoned at a young age and never went to school, so she doesn't really understand what men mean.

The alien from Mefilas smiled slightly, squatted down, and patiently explained, "What I mean is, if you agree to sell this Earth to me on behalf of humanity, I will help you."

After a moment's thought, the Mefilas alien said briefly, "You just need to know that you agree, and I'll handle the rest."

"How is it~"

Mefilas approached, his slightly seductive voice reaching the girl's side, but the girl did not answer immediately; she sensed something unusual.

"You're injured. You have a strong, strange smell on you, but it's definitely the smell of blood."

Because she was frequently beaten and attacked by others, she was very familiar with the taste of blood.

The Mefilas alien was stunned for a moment, because he was indeed injured. Not long ago, under the guidance of God, he joined a country's defense organization and fought for several years. Later, he was forced to transform and fight against the Baltan aliens who came to Earth.

Although he won, he was still seriously injured and was only one step away from death. What was even more fatal was that he had exposed his identity and could no longer stay in that country's defense force.

Just as he was leaving, he arrived here in the blink of an eye and found the island nation here to be somewhat strange.

While the Mefilas alien remained silent, the little girl seemed to have thought of something. She gritted her teeth and took off the bandage covering her eyes from her head. Under the watchful eyes of the Mefilas alien, she precisely cut off the section covering her eyes and handed it to Mefilas with a smile.

"If you don't mind, I'll let you use this. This is the last clean gauze I changed this morning. Don't worry, I haven't used it for long. That section has already been removed, so it's not very dirty."

The silver-haired girl's dirty face showed a smile of sympathy and restraint, but also contained a hint of fear and unease. However, her eyes, which should have been pure and clean, revealed a terrifying sight like that of a demon.

Her eyes had congealed bloodstains, and silvery-white lead had been poured into them, but not completely filled; flesh and brown scabs were still faintly visible.

Seeing this, the smile on Mefilas's face gradually disappeared. He originally thought that the beautiful side of humanity he had seen in that country was enough to make him like them, but now, another ugly side of humanity made him feel disgusted and murderous.

The silver-haired girl's behavior also attracted the attention of passersby. When they saw the scene clearly, they all took a few steps back, revealing their undisguised disgust and hatred.

"That was... terrifying!!"

"It's a cursed child! What were its parents thinking, letting something like that live!"

"These cursed children are disgusting; they don't deserve to live in this world."

Whispers came from behind Mefilas, making his mood plummet. He could even feel that he was being disgusted just by standing next to this girl.

"Ultraman—what kind of race have you been protecting—" Mefilas murmured to himself. "Is such a contradictory race really worth protecting?"

"Are they worth it?"

Mefilas was filled with complex emotions at that moment.

"What—did I scare you?" The silver-haired girl realized something. Although this man might not be human, it didn't mean he wouldn't be frightened by her.

She was used to such malicious words and looks, but hearing this discussion in front of a man who was willing to talk to her still frightened her.

She weakly turned her face to one side, her already malnourished complexion turning deathly pale, and her small hand, which had been raised, gradually drooped and slowly retracted.

But the next second, a pair of warm, large hands lifted her hand up again, leaving her stunned for a moment, and she felt a surge of emotion.

Mefilas picked up the bandage, and only when his fingertips touched it did he notice that this so-called last clean bandage was merely a repeatedly washed and dried bandage, still bearing many yellow stains.

'

Mefilas smiled again and re-tied the bandage over the girl's eyes.

After tying a neat bow, he spoke again in a gentlemanly voice: "My injury can't be fixed with just this bandage. You should keep it for yourself."

"Hmm—thank you—" the silver-haired girl lowered her head and responded softly.

Mefilas responded cheerfully, "No, I should be thanking you."

This situation was clearly observed by passersby, and malicious discussions intensified again, including discussions targeting Mefilas.

They believed that the cursed child should die, and Mefilas, who had helped them, should also die.

Seeing this, the silver-haired girl lowered her head and apologized softly, "I'm sorry for getting you involved. You should leave now."

Mefilas raised an eyebrow, then smiled, took the girl's hand, and said, "Indeed, this isn't the place to talk. Let's go somewhere else and continue our business."

As she spoke, Mefilas led the girl away, and the little girl felt the warmth on her fingertips, a feeling she had never experienced before, which made her hold on tighter and follow after them in a daze.

Just as they turned a corner, a gentle breeze blew by, abruptly silencing their noisy discussion. The sudden silence made the girl instinctively want to turn back.

But Mefilas smiled and placed his hand on her head to stop her. "Never mind them, I still want to play the game legally on this planet—"

"—."

After the two left, a strange pair arrived at the scene. A man named Rentaro and his partner were stunned by the sight of the scene that had almost dyed the entire street red.

.——

In a secluded park in a remote outer city, Mefilas sat on a bench with the cleaned-up girl. After watching her swallow her food in small bites, he brought up the deal again.

"My lovely lady, would you be willing to trade this planet to me?"

The girl looked up at this, but instead of asking why, she weakly inquired, "Can a cursed child like me, who is so despised, represent all of humanity?"

She is a cursed child, the root of all the tragedies that have followed her since birth, something she understood even before she uttered the words "Papa" and "Mama."

Many years ago, a catastrophe called Gastrea broke out in this world, killing a large number of people.

The Earth's population has drastically decreased, and many humans and other creatures have been infected and transformed into monsters with astonishing infectivity and destructive power.

The survivors were forced to move behind "high walls" made of special materials to eke out a living.

Despite this, the virus still managed to infiltrate the city, infecting many people and turning them into monsters.

The so-called "cursed children" are babies who are infected with this virus during the embryonic stage. All cursed children are female and have blood-red eyes.

Their physical abilities and endurance far surpass those of humans, but this is not a blessing; rather, it is the cause of their disasters.

The lifespan of a cursed child is only eleven or twelve years. If the concentration of the virus inside their body is too high, they will mutate into a highly infectious monster.

Even with daily injections of inhibitors, the longest-lived cursed child on record did not exceed thirteen years of age.

For humans, they are destabilizing factors in society, often mutating and causing bloody killings among people.

Therefore, with the exception of a very few countries, all of humanity persecutes this group.

They banished the cursed children to the outer city or slums, where, with the government's tacit approval, they were subjected to lynching, beatings, or brutal murders.

In Europe, America, and the Middle East, they are even sold or killed as experimental subjects, and used as weapons of war.

It is worth mentioning that these persecuted children of the curse are also an important part of humanity's fight against the curse. Without them, humanity might have already gone extinct.

The silver-haired girl was one of them. She said that her mother wanted to beat her to death because she hated her red eyes.

So she punctured her own eyes and filled them with lead, but even so, she was still kicked out and has been wandering alone ever since.

Although Mefilas did not expose her after hearing her story, he could still tell that it was a lie, and the truth was far worse.

This series of ugly and contradictory human behaviors caused the Mefilas aliens, who were gradually learning about it, to smile with a chilling smile.

"It's disgusting. I haven't encountered a civilization like this in a long time. The last time was thousands of years ago with some predator civilization—"

After a moment, he looked down at the girl and smiled gently, his tone showing great patience.

"Of course, as one of the most important components for the continuation of human civilization, and also as the first person I met after arriving on this planet."

"You are certainly qualified to represent humanity."

The girl fell silent upon hearing this. She thought for a long time before finally mustering the courage to raise her head, her eyes, which were covered by bandages, facing Mefilas, and taking a deep breath.

"If this could allow the cursed child to live a normal life, without being driven out by others—"

The girl recalled the tragic scene in the sewers, where her companions had lost limbs and died without treatment, suffering from hunger and pain. She made up her mind: "Okay, I agree to sell the Earth to you."

She dared not hope that they could escape their status as children of the curse and live to adulthood.

All she wanted was to avoid being rejected and persecuted by other humans, to have clean water and food, and to be free from beatings and expulsion.

As she finished speaking, the Mefilas alien smiled, feeling happy for the first time since arriving in this world.

Then, he produced a sales contract from his universe, a contract that was legal and protected under the laws of that universe.

Although his contract had some ulterior motives, as long as it could change the lives of the cursed children and deal with the virus in them, it was still worth the planet overall.

Incidentally, the Mefilas alien happens to be a renowned expert in object appraisal in the universe; in this respect, he is an absolute authority.

Even if the people from the Star of Light came, they wouldn't find fault with it. As long as I don't ruin the ecology of this planet, even the embodiment of cosmic balance wouldn't say anything.

Moreover, the planet's ecosystem is already beyond repair; if he manages to fix things properly, he might even gain favor.

Mefilas smiled and handed the contract and the red ink stamp to the girl, saying, "In that case, sign this. Just put your fingerprint on it."

The girl was confused, but she still followed Mefilas's instructions and signed the contract.

"Alright, now it's time to fulfill our promise." Only after the process was completed did Mefilas put the contract away.

He stood in front of the girl, raised his hand and pressed it against her face. The pure energy was transformed into healing energy, healing the girl's injuries.

An invisible energy flowed throughout her body, disintegrating the virus inside her. The so-called gastroenteritis was nothing in the face of this powerful individual from an advanced cosmic civilization.

"Alright, now you're a normal person."

"Come on, take off the bandages!" Mefilas produced a full-length mirror from somewhere and displayed it in front of the girl.

The long-lost light once again entered the girl's eyes, causing her to instinctively remove the bandages. The glaring light made her raise her hand to shield her eyes. When she adjusted to the light, she slowly lowered her hand and was instinctively attracted by her reflection in the mirror in front of her.

A pair of ruby-red eyes appeared in the mirror, making her newly restored vision wet and blurry, and she shed tears of grievance.

At first, it was a faint sob, which then turned into a clear cry, and two lines of tears slid down her cheeks.

The Mefilas aliens have no understanding of human physiological and psychological changes and are quite indifferent to them.

At this moment, he was thinking about how he could fulfill his promise, since with his current severely injured body, treating more than a dozen children would be a struggle.

However, they are still far from fulfilling their promises and changing their current situation.

Not only that, he is now so badly injured by Baltan that he is completely powerless to even play his game in this world.

"Damn it, why didn't this sudden teleportation bring my spaceship along too?"

If he had his own spaceship, he could quickly recover, and then curing the cursed child and changing the world would be no problem.

The Mefilas alien estimated that it might take several months for him to recover to the point where he could initially rewrite the fate of the cursed child.

But now—

Mefilas looked at the little girl crying and venting her emotions, pondering how to explain that he would need several months to fulfill his promise.

After all, the contract has already been signed. If they say now that it will take several months to fulfill the promise, it would seem like they are trying to scam people.

This damages the credibility of the Mefilas aliens in the universe.

Gradually, the silver-haired girl stopped crying, wiped away her tears, and gazed at the Mefilas alien with her jewel-like eyes full of expectation.

"Thank you, big brother."

In her eyes, Mefilas had unintentionally become a savior-like being. Since he could save her, saving the other cursed children would certainly be a piece of cake.

She didn't speak again, but Mefilas could still see the expectation in her eyes.

""

This puzzled the Mefilas aliens, who were at a loss for how to explain it.

Finally, a strange idea surfaced in the mind of the Mefilas alien, and he unconsciously sketched out a pitch-black outline in his mind, resembling a mountain.

"or--"

The alien from Mefilas pondered, "Should we summon that deity?"

If this is the case, not only can the predicament here be resolved quickly, but one can also take oneself back to the original universe, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone.

Otherwise, even if he eventually fulfilled his promise and finished what he was doing, he wouldn't be able to return to his original universe.

But if he did that, he wouldn't be able to have fun on this earth, and his mischievous spirit kept forcing him to suppress the idea.

Suddenly, a chilling wave appeared in the sky, and the silver-haired girl instinctively stared at the sky.

Under her gaze, the sky seemed to have cracked open, with indescribable colors flowing like water and colorful mist surging.

A mountain-like silhouette emerged from the black mist, draped in a curtain engraved with countless patterns and wearing a hood, obscuring its appearance, except for a pair of winding horns that were visible in the air.

He lowered his gaze slightly, his azure eyes reflected in the girl's, and the girl was slightly lost in thought.

Even with just a glance, she could sense that it was completely different from the so-called Gastrea. It seemed to resonate with the entire world, with dazzling light appearing in the sky and on the ground, and golden rain falling from the sky.

The creatures of the entire world instinctively looked up, and a warm, motherly whisper rang in their ears, carrying a faint joy.

It was as if the whole earth was welcoming its arrival.

"That's—a god?"

Even if the girl didn't have the concept of God in her mind, the word came to mind the moment she saw him.

In her perception, the entire planet's magnetic field was responding to His arrival, and as she looked up, she felt as if she were being embraced by a loving father.

Even though she had never been embraced before, she could clearly feel this warmth.

Right in front of her, the Mefilas alien felt the familiar fluctuations coming from the sky behind him, and his whole body went numb. His mischievous spirit instantly died down, turning into a deep sense of unease.

"No way—"

The expression on the face of the Mefilas alien froze, and an extremely terrifying thought surfaced in his mind.

"I just thought about it, could He also follow this idea and cross countless universes to come here?"

Mefilas increasingly felt the terror of the so-called embodiment of cosmic balance.

Before he could come up with a solution, his body had already lost control, and he was passively thrown into the sky, along with the silver-haired girl.

When Mefilas came to his senses, he was already standing in front of the embodiment of cosmic balance.

He stood suspended in the sky, the curtain around him moving without wind, faintly revealing a corner of his true face beneath his hood. He calmly raised a hand, causing the two to float in his palm.

Longbo lowered his eyes slightly, gazing at the Mefilas alien and the slightly uneasy girl with long silver hair before him, and his hoarse voice rang out.

"The Mefilas aliens—"

The moment Longbo arrived on Earth in this universe, he realized that Mefilas, who was on the purge list, was the same individual he had met and spoken with once before.

While keeping him under its control, His perception also expanded throughout the universe, sensing everything that might interest Him.

Since the last incident with King Kong, he has learned his lesson and now takes control of the target as soon as he arrives, so that the mission will not fail immediately.

Although Longbo is no longer forcibly teleported back immediately if he fails a mission.

But the instant his senses swept across this world, he felt intense hatred and anger, as well as a strong will to survive.

Gastrea virus, cursed child, civilian security company, facilitator—a series of words, along with the malicious events unfolding simultaneously across much of the world, felt familiar to Longbo; he knew what they were.

"here it is--"

Black bullets, a story of a human-caused catastrophe that killed most of humanity, with most survivors unleashing their malice on teenagers.

A standard dark and brutal story.

"Great Balancer—as your faithful follower, I am delighted to witness your arrival once again." Mefilas, having recovered from his reverie, suppressed the complex thoughts in his mind and revealed a flawless smile.

He bowed slightly, showing the utmost respect to the god before him. Beside him, the silver-haired girl followed suit, bowing to this warm god.

However, Longbo did not respond to them. At this moment, he could clearly feel everything that had happened in this world.

Since the emergence of gastroenteritis, which originated from humans, not only have humans faced annihilation, but many species on the Earth's surface have also disappeared.

Countless negative emotions accumulated in the sky above the earth, but under the absolute laws of physics, there was no possibility of them solidifying, and humanity was completely unaware of them, once again beginning reconstruction amidst the ruins.

During this period, perhaps to cover up human mistakes, or perhaps to divert people's conflicts, the victims of this disaster, the "Children of the Curse," became the new targets of persecution.

With the tacit approval of most governments, the persecution of these children has reached an unspeakable level, including even the children's parents.

Instead of becoming a safe haven for the children of the curse, they became the first, most vicious, and most deeply persecutors.

Longbo could see that the twisted remnants of many cursed children lingered in the skies above this world, revealing endless hatred for those who persecuted their kind.

They also felt immense pity for their fellow human beings who were still alive. They witnessed every instance of persecution and tried to help those who were persecuted each time.

But they could do nothing. Their hatred for humanity grew stronger and stronger. If this were placed in the universe of the Aurora, it would also create an unsolvable monster.

At this moment, they gathered around Longbo. They had discovered the existence of God and appeared before Longbo to make requests to Him.

"Save them—I beg you—don't let—this tragedy happen again—please—"

Countless voices rang in Longbo's ears. The children of the curse did not show any malice in front of Longbo to punish humanity. Instead, they seemed to see a lifeline and begged him to extend a helping hand to his other companions living in hell.

Although they are dead, they are willing to give everything for those who suffer the same misfortune.

"In that case, I will give you a short time. Whether you choose salvation or destruction, or both, is entirely up to you."

Longbo spoke, and wisps of black mist emerged from his body, gathering in the remnant souls of the cursed children before him, causing them to briefly revive and reform into physical forms.

Under the watchful eyes of Mefilas and the girl, figures appeared out of thin air without warning, their forms resembling demons from the abyss.

They were now bathed in scorching flames, their once-familiar faces now enveloped in wisps of fire, the flames of vengeance forming the deadly hems of their skirts.

Although they did not know their specific identities, they now understood that they shared the same name.

the Avengers.

The alien from Mefilas pondered, "Is this... the mysterious essence of the soul? Truly worthy of being called a god, even at the level of touching the soul, they can still interfere to this extent."

The silver-haired girl looked at the figures engulfed in flames, her jewel-like eyes once again revealing sorrow. She could better understand the feelings of her fallen comrades.

The blazing flames converged, stretching across the sky like the sun, making the scene visible to all countries in the world.

As their numbers grew, many countries could see those young faces filled with resentment, and a clear name emerged in their hearts: the Cursed Children.

Bathed in flames, their forms seemed to rise from an endless abyss, filled with intense hatred, ready to repay humanity for everything they had suffered.

The masterminds who had already caused countless victims behind the scenes instinctively felt fear and issued orders to attack.

Western countries and other nations launched missiles carrying nuclear warheads toward Tokyo, and even Tokyo's own leaders launched space-based weapons immediately.

In an instant, the gathered flames scattered like fireworks, traversing thousands of kilometers in a flash, creating a spectacular meteor shower in every corner of the earth.

The blazing flames descended to the ground, transforming into humanoid silhouettes wreathed in flames, unleashing their revenge throughout the city, setting everything in their path ablaze.

On a city street, a man who was beating a young child with a stick tied to his burlap sack and grinning maliciously heard a sound behind him and instinctively turned around, where a flash of red light came into view.

In the outer city near the wilderness, several grinning youths pushed a cursed child, stuffed into a box, into a large pit, ignoring the others.

The cries of a young child continued to fill the soil.

Until the scorching flames emerged from the earth, pulling them deep into the soil, and the flames set them ablaze.

In a corner of the city, several middle-aged men in police uniforms pulled the trigger again and again into the darkness, venting their frustration and anger at their superiors, continuing even as blood flowed to their feet.

Figures enveloped in flames appeared, and they raised their hands to set them ablaze. As pain surged, the small faces of children who had been tortured to death for their own pleasure appeared.

Those once small and powerless figures now appeared terrifying to him; they seemed to be standing right in front of him, their faces like demons, silently taking their revenge on him.

The pain came in waves, each time several times more intense than the previous ones, and it kept getting worse.

Similar scenes unfold in every corner of the world, where avengers returning from hell use the divine authority to exact revenge on their perpetrators.

Towering flames rose over the city, turning all those who had persecuted the cursed child into torches, the blazing flames amplifying the harm they had inflicted on their victims a thousandfold.

The flames set them ablaze, making them scream clearly. The avengers gave the perpetrators ample time to wail and repent, but gave them no chance or time to start over.

Beatings, shootings, drownings, beheadings, and suffocation—these were the crimes they had committed. The pain they inflicted far exceeded what most people could bear, making them clearly understand the suffering they had inflicted on others.

Looking around, cities in the Americas, Europe, Africa, the Middle East, Southeast Asia, South Asia, Korea, and island nations have been reduced to a sea of ​​fire.

Longbo hovered in the sky, silently watching everything. His gaze swept across the entire world, and the monsters called Gastrea calmed down in accordance with the will of the gods.

Their long-distorted bodies gradually recovered, their lost memories began to return, and they began to feel the various auras of this world anew.

Having done all this, Longbo ignored the subtle fluctuations in the power of revenge on his body and turned his gaze to the Mefilas alien. He calmly stared at the other party, and his hoarse voice fell.

"Mefilas, we meet again."

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