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"I see, I'm starting to understand everything."

The house where Li Ming had been hiding had long since become a ruin. The once flat ground was now broken and water was gushing out from the broken pipes.

Li Ming was sitting on the corpse of a police officer, stroking his chin as he pondered.

After a brief trial, he roughly understood his current abilities.

In addition to water control, it also comes with a passive ability that inflicts mental shock, which he can freely choose to activate or deactivate.

When activated, anyone who sees him will experience a certain degree of mental shock. Those who are mentally shocked will eventually undergo a transformation, becoming a half-human, half-fish monster.

Just like now.

Li Ming raised his eyes and scanned his "masterpiece".

The officers who had been mentally assaulted by him earlier had stood up again, but their appearance had changed. They now had fish heads and human bodies, protruding eyes, a dark green body, a white belly, scales on their bodies, a high ridge with scales on their backs, webbed fingers, and their voices had become hoarse and shrill.

Their changes are not just in appearance; even their life forms have undergone a complete transformation!

Their intelligence is no less than that of humans, and their physical abilities are even stronger. Moreover, Li Ming could see that these creatures had white "Abyss" entries on them, which meant that if they were willing to study, they could even learn to control water!

The most outrageous thing is that Li Ming can feel the inexhaustible vitality emanating from them, which means that these creatures have an infinite lifespan! Immortal species!

You really won't die unless you're killed!

However, more than being amazed by the terror of this new species, Li Ming was amazed by his current abilities. You must know that he did not create these creatures on his own initiative; their birth was simply because those humans glanced at him!

His mind raced, unfolding scenario after scenario like a sand table, envisioning how he would rule the world using these abilities.

No! That's too much trouble, and the efficiency of chaotic forces might be too low!

This Necronomicon is far more powerful than he imagined! Just exchanging for one ability has made him this strong; what if he were to exchange for all the abilities recorded in the Necronomicon?

Could he enter that state that represents absolute invincibility in human imagination?

Omniscient and Almighty!

And the foundation of all this is an extremely large chaotic force!

It's too inefficient to acquire it by yourself alone.

He needs some tools, some "agents" who can actively spread fear and chaos for him!

With that thought in mind, Li Ming turned and left, waving casually at the same time.

It's a very simple action.

But this very action drained all the strength from the half-human, half-fish creatures that were crawling on the ground, causing them to collapse and their dark green skin to fade away, eventually turning them into human corpses.

Go find the "agent" first. As for that high-ranking cabinet official who caused him to be wanted, he'll probably be killed by the aftershocks of his chaotic plan while he's carrying it out.

……

A few days later, in another corner of the city, inside a 24-hour convenience store.

A legendary team! The elite of the elite!

But all of that is in the past.

An accident during a mission caused him to lose a leg, and with only a cold prosthetic limb, he was "honorably retired."

Not only was he forced to retire, but he also developed PTSD, resulting in physical and mental health issues. He even became dependent on painkillers due to unbearable physical pain.

If it were just these things, he could still bear it. What he couldn't stand the most was that while he could only rely on medication to fight PTSD every day, his wife, who was in her forties and had a face full of wrinkles, started leaving early and returning late.

At first, he could comfort himself by thinking that his wife was just going out for a walk to clear her head.

Until one day, his wife brought home a black man.

He was dumbfounded.

It was then that he learned that most of the money he had earned with his life had been used by his wife to maintain the farm tool. Therefore, even after a normal division of property after the divorce, the money he received was not enough to support his daily life, let alone the cost of psychiatric drugs and painkillers.

Even though he wanted to find a job, because of his PTSD and his limp, no one wanted him, which led to his current situation.

He gave everything for the country, but the country discarded him like an old rag.

According to some unofficial sources, there are more than 400,000 homeless people in the country every night, nearly one-tenth of whom are veterans like Creel.

Night was falling.

Two new "guests" arrived at Kriel's already cramped "home".

Kree had seen these two before; during the day, he often saw them cosplaying as zombies on the roadside.

Now, the two drug addicts, each holding a dagger, were rummaging through the canvas bag next to Creel with bloodshot eyes.

"Get out of my way! That's mine!"

Kriel roared and struggled out of his tattered sleeping bag.

He clutched the canvas bag tightly; it contained his only remaining medicine and food. Without these, he wouldn't survive even three days!

Kriel's roar had no effect whatsoever; on the contrary, it only enraged the two addicts.

"Fuck! That cripple still won't behave!"

One of the addicts, looking like a zombie with bloodshot eyes, approached Kriel and kicked him in the injured leg!

A sharp pain instantly spread throughout his body. Kriel groaned and almost fell to his knees. However, he was once an ace in the army and still had combat experience. Even with only one leg, he unleashed amazing strength, tightly hugging the addict's waist and knocking him to the ground.

Before Creel could make a further move, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his back!

Another drug addict had a knife stuck in his back!

The drug addict who was pinned down by Kriel quickly seized the opportunity, pushed Kriel away, and stabbed him repeatedly with a knife!

The blood began to flow uncontrollably.

Kriel's strength was rapidly waning. In the past, dealing with this kind of drug addict with a knife would have been no different from kicking two stray dogs to death on the roadside. But now, he was dying so easily at the hands of his opponent.

It was simply because of the six dollars left in my backpack.

Once they determined that Kriel was unable to resist, the two addicts stopped paying attention to him and began searching through Kriel's sleeping bag.

Kriel lay on the cold concrete floor, feeling his life slipping away.

He did not see the legendary revolving lantern, nor did he reflect on his pathetic and laughable life.

All I could see was endless darkness, and all I could hear was my own increasingly faint breathing.

Humiliation, resentment, anger... all emotions ultimately culminate in a deathly silence of despair.

He doesn't understand.

He dedicated everything to this country, so why did he end up like this?

Just as his consciousness was about to completely sink into oblivion.

Suddenly, another voice appeared in his ear.

The voice was chaotic and complex, speaking in a language he had never heard before, as if it had traveled through endless time and space, echoing in his mind.

"ᛟᚦᚹᛚᛇ☥ᛗᚨᚱᚷᛞ⳽"

As the whispers appeared, the scene before Kriel's eyes gradually turned black, and he seemed to appear in a void.

In that void, Kriel could sense that some special being was watching him.

And his body is changing; he is gaining...

newborn!