Freeze the entire population, activate my Superman system?

A moment later, Vana reopened his eyes.

In those dark red eye sockets, the last trace of "Vana's" intelligence had completely vanished.

Instead, there was a uniform and indifferent purple fluorescence.

It slowly raised its massive body from the lake shore and turned towards Ling Shuang and the others.

Then, its massive body slowly lowered.

"The target has been successfully parasitized."

Zhang Mu read the words on the panel aloud, his voice tinged with disbelief.

"The parasite retains all combat instincts and innate abilities. The strain can mutate and evolve. Current rank: Ordinary Rank 3."

Wang Can opened his eyes and looked down at the stable purple light pattern on the back of his hand.

"This big guy listens to me now?"

"You treat that spore like your own son, who else would you listen to if not you?" Zhang Mu said sourly.

Wang Can hesitated for a moment, then tentatively raised his right hand and waved it towards the lake.

At his command, Vana's massive body instantly turned, its tentacles plunging into the lake water in unison.

If you make it spin around in place again, its massive body will awkwardly spin around once.

"Good heavens," Wang Can murmured, then grinned from ear to ear, "I have a Tier 3 pet beast! Am I the strongest summoner in the apocalypse?"

"The territory now has a Tier 3 pet."

Zhang Mu corrected him impatiently.

"Could you please show some respect to your dear lord? That is, me?"

"Alright, alright, yours and mine are all the same, aren't they?" Wang Can chuckled, then gave Wana a few more instructions, still not quite satisfied.

After Wang Can had had his fill of playing, Ling Shuang instructed him to order Wana to locate the breach.

Guo Yueshan had been waiting nearby, and when he saw Ling Shuang and the others return, he went to greet them.

"So, is that big guy all taken care of?"

"Take complete control," Ling Shuang said. "From now on, the defense of the artificial lake area can be handled by Wana."

Its reproductive capacity is still intact; it can lay eggs.

Guo Yueshan let out a long breath, turned his head to look at the huge figure by the lake, and a rare relaxed smile appeared on his face.

"Manager Ling, I have a suggestion for this old man."

"Director Guo, please speak."

Let's have a celebration party tonight.

"Our territory has jumped two levels in a row, the Fire Source Energy Cannon has achieved great success in its first battle, and we have also taken control of this Night Demon Mother. We should hold a celebration banquet."

Everyone has been living in fear for so long; they need a good, cathartic release.

Ling Shuang thought for a moment and nodded. "Okay."

"I still have a few cases of wine stored away; I'll contribute them all."

Guo Yueshan turned around and shouted to the crowd behind him.

"Xiao Chen! Go to the warehouse and bring out those boxes of Daughter's Red wine! Tonight we're having a celebration party by the artificial lake—we're not leaving until we're drunk!"

Zhao Tiejun slung his hunting bow over his shoulder and waved his hand, "Everyone, move the tables! We're having barbecue tonight!"

Upon hearing this shout, the onlookers were initially taken aback, then erupted into an even more enthusiastic cheer than before.

"I still have a few cases of drinks at home!"

"Then I'll go and pull up all the vegetables planted in the botanical garden."

"Haha, then I'll bring my mouth, no need to be polite."

Everyone's face was beaming with happiness.

People spent several hours preparing.

Ling Shuang was pushed to the center of the main table, with Zhang Mu on her left and Guo Yueshan on her right.

During the time it took to eat a meal, a long line of neighbors came to toast him.

Ling Shuang smiled calmly, kept getting up and drinking one cup after another, until Lao Guo felt a pang of heartache in his eyes.

Finally, a bonfire was lit around the lake.

Ling Shuang, Zhang Mu, and even Guo Yueshan were tossed high into the air by the excited crowd.

Everyone felt a sense of peace for the first time in so many days.

The celebration banquet didn't end until late at night, with Guo Yueshan giving a speech that seemed to have more to say.

Residents helped each other back to their buildings in twos and threes, while the embers of the bonfire burned quietly by the lake.

Back in the row house, Zhang Mu slumped into the sofa, his face still flushed from the alcohol, muttering to himself, "I performed exceptionally well today."

Ling Shuang sat down cross-legged and had just closed her eyes to rest when there was a knock on the door.

When Guo Yueshan pushed open the door, Shen Yuan was following behind him.

The two men each carried two animal skin bags, which were heavy and made a dull thud when they were placed on the ground.

"What's this?" Ling Shuang's gaze fell on the bag.

Guo Yueshan squatted down and untied the animal sinew rope from one of the bags.

The dark red glow from the heating panel shone into the bag, casting a dense patch of white light.

The white crystals, all belonging to the Night Demons, were neatly stacked together.

A quick scan reveals at least several hundred!

"These are all the Night Demon Source Crystals that the management office has collected during this period."

Shen Yuan pushed up his glasses, his tone still steady, but his speaking speed was a few beats faster than usual.

"Manager Ling, there's not much we can do, but these are all prepared for you." Guo Yueshan pushed the bag forward, looked directly at Ling Shuang solemnly, and his voice was a little hoarse from drinking.

There was a moment of silence in the row house.

Zhang Mu sat up on the sofa at some point, having sobered up considerably.

He stared at the two bags of source crystals on the ground for a long time, then looked at Ling Shuang.

"Brother Shuang, don't refuse Lao Guo and the others' good intentions; it's everyone's opinion."

Ling Shuang nodded slowly, reached into the bag, picked up a white crystal, and stuck it onto the scales on her left arm.

The silver-black scales automatically opened a narrow slit and swallowed the crystal.

The energy is so weak that it is almost imperceptible.

The energy density of the source crystal of a first-tier Night Demon is indeed too low for him at present.

But one, two, three...

It was already past midnight when the last white crystal was absorbed.

More than three hundred first-order white crystals, each providing negligible energy.

But these insignificant cold currents combined and forcefully broke through a new barrier within his body!

[It has evolved to the third stage of maturity.]

[The Frostfire ability has been upgraded.]

Ling Shuang opened her eyes, and her pupils had turned an ice-blue color.

He raised his right hand, his five fingers slightly spread.

A ball of icy blue flame emerged from his palm.

Ling Shuang subconsciously knew what she should do.

So he used his mind to shape the flame. Under his control, the icy blue flame began to stretch, changing from a ball shape to a rod shape.

Then, it begins to solidify!

A long, icy blue staff appeared in his palm.

Ling Shuang gripped the staff, and the feeling in her hand was not like holding a long stick, but more like holding a piece of extremely cold metal.

But there was no stinging sensation in his palm, only a gentle pulsation that synchronized with his heartbeat.

He stood up and gently pushed the long stick forward.

Under the pull of his will, the staff suddenly lengthened, growing from three feet to two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters).

The tip of the stick struck the wall opposite the living room, leaving a fist-sized dent in the wall.

Then he withdrew his strength, and the long stick retracted to its original three-foot length as if it were part of his arm, circling in his palm with such fluidity that it seemed as if the stick had always been in his hand.

Zhang Mu jumped up from the sofa.

"Holy crap, the Ruyi Jingu Bang!"

Ling Shuang ignored his banter.

He focused his attention on the staff again, this time not on controlling its length, but on the flames attached to it.

Deep blue icy flames surged from the surface of the staff, enveloping the entire staff as if it were covered with a layer of burning frost.

Ling Shuang placed the long stick on the ground, the tip of the stick touching the ground.

A palm-sized patch of frost instantly formed on the floor tile, but the edges of the frost were charred black, as if it had been burned by extremely high temperatures.

This is his new weapon.

Staff Name - Frostflame!