I love you, brother, but you, the evil god, must fall into good.

"Breaking News! Breaking News!"

"Recently, a low-level calamity has been wandering around the territory of Okawa City."

"We would like to remind all citizens that single men should not go out alone at night. If you encounter any danger, please call the emergency hotline immediately. The [Judgment] team will arrive at the scene as soon as possible to eliminate the disaster. Please rest assured."

As the announcement ended, Lynn raised an eyebrow and chuckled softly in disapproval.

"Targeting only single men? So this calamity is really starving, and even picky about its tastes."

Although Lynn has the background of being born to two kings.

Despite coming from a top-tier family in the entire Federation, he did not live in a magnificent castle or a top-tier manor.

The parents are stationed in various parts of the starry sky year-round and rarely return to their ancestral planet. They usually communicate with each other via holographic images.

In the huge residence, he and Zhou hope spent most of their time together, so it didn't really matter where they lived.

So, Hackie decided to move!

Why are we moving?

Lynn didn't know either, after all, he couldn't beat Yimoduo and didn't have his own veto power.

Furthermore, he had already heard about the various security core areas touted in the news.

Those seemingly heavily guarded areas are frequently afflicted by disasters, and their level of danger may not be lower than that of ordinary neighborhoods.

Moreover, Lynn had an open and honest attitude and didn't take this warning to heart at all.

Now he's just an ordinary person who's lost his sense of order. Even if disasters are desperate, they won't bother targeting him.

This is also the first of the three major conclusions reached by the Galactic Federation in its research on calamities.

Those who possess extraordinary abilities have an extremely strong attraction to calamities.

Calamities follow the extraordinary aura, and ordinary mortals are not among their prey.

.........

.........

As dusk completely swallowed the sky and twilight faded, night quietly enveloped the entire house.

The kitchen was filled with the aroma of oil.

Lynn was tossing the pan over the fried rice when she suddenly heard a soft, muffled sound.

"Mwah...mwah..."

He didn't even look up, his hands never stopped moving, and he muttered something under his breath.

"Where did that noise come from?"

The knocking didn't stop; instead, it became more and more rapid, as if something was constantly banging on the windowpane.

Lynn then took a moment to look up at the window, and the moment her gaze swept over it, she suddenly stopped.

Whoosh!

A wide-brimmed lady's hat hangs outside the window, its brim drooping low and obscuring most of its outline.

Beneath the brim of the hat was a bloodless, pale face, with two dark, empty pupils staring straight into the room, banging against the glass repeatedly.

"Kiss kiss kiss..."

The dull thud continued, and through the glass, the eerie figure remained steadfastly outside the window, refusing to leave.

The phone camera clicked softly, capturing the image.

Lynn quickly swiped through the information in the Federal Cataclysm Atlas and immediately identified the source of the problem.

"【Eight-Foot Lady】, a calamity ranked outside the top 500, but is she a special category?"

Calamities come in many types, with the special type being those that have their own rules for killing.

"But his cultivation level is only at the second stage."

He muttered to himself.

"The characteristics of the rules do match the news; they specifically target single young people."

"Woof woof woof!"

Boqi, standing to the side, bristled, lowered its body, and barked incessantly, its aura of a peak third-tier beast stirring restlessly.

"Behave yourself, Pochi, sit down."

Lynn casually reassured the big dog.

Having traveled through eighteen years and waited in vain for a cheat code, he had already figured out a set of twisted logic.

The more dangerous the situation, the more likely you are to trigger a serendipitous encounter and awaken a special opportunity.

Isn't this an opportunity that's just been handed to us?

He turned sideways, opened the drawer, casually pulled out a black pen, and walked to the window.

This glass is made of a special material, strong enough to withstand the impact of high-level calamities, and the second barrier completely isolates the inside from the outside.

Lynn stared calmly through the glass at the pale face and dark pupils outside the window, her expression completely unwavering.

The next moment, he raised his hand, picked up his pen, and slowly began to sketch on the smooth window surface.

After just a few strokes of the pen.

An exaggerated and comical face of a dragon leaps onto the glass, directly facing the calamity outside the window.

The knocking stopped abruptly.

The distorted, dragon-like face on the window was like a blatant mockery, brutally piercing through Madam Bachi's last line of defense.

"Pop!!"

Her empty, dark pupils suddenly contracted.

The entire pale, bloodless face suddenly tensed, its stiff features contorting into an extremely bizarre and furious expression, like a calamity that had never suffered such humiliation.

No (╬▔皿▔)? ? ?

Just an ordinary person!

Just an ordinary human being with no sense of order and no extraordinary aura!

How dare he draw a clown in front of her to humiliate her?!

At this moment, Madam Bachi completely lost it.

"Pop! Pop pop ...

The originally gentle, tentative tapping had completely lost its meaning.

It crashed with the ferocity and savagery of calamity, a shameless and insane collision!

That is indeed the case.

Shameless, using your face as a headbutt.

At the same time, his long, pale fingers slammed hard against the tempered glass.

Each drop produced a dull thud, and as fingertips brushed against the glass, they left behind wisps of cold, black mist.

Each strike was heavier and faster than the last!

Clang! Clang!

The transparent window trembled slightly, and a pair of dark eyes outside were fixed on Lynn.

It was filled with a chilling murderous intent.

"How can it be so sturdy?!"

The eight-foot-tall lady repeatedly pounded and rammed the glass, trying to shatter it and tear apart the barrier.

The specially made windows, capable of withstanding high-level calamities, remained unmoved, so sturdy that even calamities would despair.

Several ferocious attacks all missed their mark, rendering all deterrence ineffective.

"Pop..."

The eight-foot-tall lady stood frozen in place, her dark pupils contracting violently.

Then.

She slowly straightened her hunched body, and her tall figure, which had been half-leaning in front of the window, was completely relaxed.

Her terrifying height of over two meters was suddenly revealed, her long skirt draped down, her figure upright, exuding a unique sense of eeriness and oppression.

Lynn watched as the other person's enormous breasts slowly moved away from the window.

His gloomy gaze remained fixed on him inside the room, his expression one of extreme resentment.

next second.

Madam Bachi abandoned the window and slowly turned towards the door on the first floor.

"Thump—thump—thump—!!"

A heavy, forceful banging on the door suddenly erupted, several times more violent than the knocking on the window earlier.

But it still didn't work.

A few minutes later, the noise stopped.

However, a clear, innocent young man's voice suddenly pierced through the door, perfectly disrupting the terrifying atmosphere.

"Hello! Your extra-large ham and double-egg fried rice delivery has arrived! Please open the door!"

"..."

Inside the door, Lynn was speechless. "They even cheat and deceive people?"

pity.

"I'm not that stupid, am I?"

Then, the violent banging on the door continued.

The highly intelligent Lady Eight knew very well that the house in front of her was covered with high-level protective barriers, and forcing her way in would be futile.

She suddenly stopped all her movements.

His empty black eyes shifted slightly, the rage fading as he seemed to be considering what to do next.

but.

The narrow opening of the envelope at the doorway was gently pried open, and a thin book with a plain cover, looking completely unremarkable, slid gently down the gap and landed on the ground outside the door.

"For me..."

"love letter??"

The eight-foot-tall lady lowered her eyes to look at the book, her pale, long fingers picking up a page.

As an intelligent calamity possessing complete self-thought and far surpassing ordinary low-level monsters, she could sense that there was no extraordinary aura within it.

Instead, it exudes a strange sense of peace.

The eight-foot-tall lady's dark pupils froze slightly, a strange feeling stirring in her heart, and she murmured softly.

"The path to salvation... lies within it?"

She slowly turned the pages of the book.

The next second, between the pages of the book, a super-thin, specially made hand grenade, its safety already pulled and hissing, appeared.

After all, Lynn isn't a superhuman, so it's reasonable for him to have some self-defense tools, right?

Eight-foot-tall Lady: "Damn it..."

The cold, metallic shell pressed against the ground, instantly exuding a dangerous aura!

"BOOM—!!"

The blinding flames instantly engulfed the entire entrance area.

The violent explosion shook the entire building slightly, and black smoke and debris flew everywhere. The powerful impact completely enveloped the eight-foot-tall lady's body.

An ordinary person would be instantly obliterated if they encountered a grenade with such power exploding.

But after the smoke cleared, an astonishing scene slowly emerged.

The shattered black mist slowly gathered, surged and reformed, and the body that had been blown to pieces was gradually restored and pieced back together.

That pale, bloodless face reappeared clearly. Apart from being slightly disheveled, it showed no signs of actual injury and stood quietly in front of the door.

inside the house.

In front of the perfectly secure monitoring screen, Lynn rested her chin on her hand and calmly watched the whole farce unfold.

He let out a soft breath and sighed inwardly.

"The Galactic Federation's Second Law of Calamity is indeed never wrong."

"Purely physical thermal weapons, no matter how powerful or explosive, cannot truly kill any fully formed Calamity."

Although firearms can destroy flesh and shatter bodies, they cannot ward off the calamity itself.

At best, it can only temporarily break down their physical bodies; it cannot completely eradicate them.

The night outside the window was deep and dark.

The tall, sinister figure outside the door raised his dark eyes once more, staring intently at the direction of the surveillance camera inside the room.

"Mwah! Found you! Mwah mwah mwah..."