Chapter 348

It was hard to describe that expression.

A deathly, pale fading appeared upon the dark skin, yet those bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at him, and the corners of the mouth slowly split open.

Silent laughter.

That smile was too exaggerated and too terrifying—the corners of the mouth split toward both sides, extending endlessly, and then, from the center of the lips, it rolled open, dripping with fresh blood, and suddenly expanded!

The eerie appearance, a mixture of flesh and bone, was like a flower in full bloom.

Four petals of mouthparts wriggled and lunged forward violently!

Boom.

Tu Sihai screamed subconsciously and stumbled back a step, but he tripped over a wine bottle, fell to the ground, and scrambled backward using both hands and feet.

Instinctively, he wanted to return to the head of the bed to grope around, but he couldn't find his gun.

Boom!!

The porthole vibrated violently, blood-red color permeated it, and cracks opened up.

Boom!!!

The deformed, mutated figure once again exerted all its strength and slammed into the window, instantly shattering into a pool of bloody mush.

Like rotten mud.

Dead... is it dead?

Tu Sihai panted heavily, dazed, clutching the gun that had fallen to the floor, unable to believe it.

But soon, he saw that behind the shattered glass, the pool of blood wound its way forward, and pieces of minced meat wriggled as if they were living things, passing through the cracks and squeezing into the cabin.

Within the gathered flesh, eerie faces overlapped one another, wriggling as if wailing, and thousands of eyes opened, staring fixedly at him.

Tentacles covered in sharp bone shards suddenly formed, violently coiling around like an octopus, entangling his body and beginning to shrink rapidly...

Piercing screams rang out, and gunshots and flashes of fire erupted.

But everything was locked inside the cabin.

"Help... help me... help me..."

Tu Sihai struggled with all his might, firing his gun wildly; he didn't know where the strength came from, but he actually broke free from the entanglement temporarily—it was practically a miracle—and lunged toward the door, but he couldn't pull it open.

He could only beat on the window with all his might, trying to attract the attention of others.

Just as he was entangled by the tentacles and eerie faces, he struggled in vain until hurried footsteps suddenly sounded from the deck; someone had come!

But before he even had time to feel relief and joy, he saw...

Behind that window covered in bloodstains and cracks, more pale faces emerged, overflowing with the same ecstasy and hunger, impatient, walking closer step by step.

Pressing tightly against the window, staring fixedly at that desperate, twisted face.

Silently grinning.

"Hehe, found you..."

"Found you, found you... found you..."

Under the dim, pale moonlight, the human shadow gradually expanded, and amidst the hair-raising sound of tearing, an eerie shape extended outward, completely swallowing the last of the light.

The screams were drowned in the darkness.

Gradually cut off.

"Sir, you really are..."

Isis commented coldly, "quite boring."

"How is this boring? It's incredibly interesting, okay!"

Ji Jue sat in front of the screen, watching the grand drama he was directing, beaming with delight: "Add some special effects here, yes, yes, right here, make it look like his subordinates, twist it a bit more, make it even more eerie, yes, add some lines, let me think, let me think!

'Honey, a hundred days of grace after one night as husband and wife?' No, no, 'It's so dark down here, I'm so scared'? Hmm, 'Why won't you save me?'...

Isis, which one do you like?"

"..."

Isis was silent for a moment, then said coldly: "If you want to torture your own kind, I think you only need to project your own face and words from the underground assembly line, and I think that would be enough."

"Hmm, true, but one thing is wrong."

Ji Jue looked down at the twisted, crumbling face on the screen, unable to extricate itself from fear, and sighed with regret: "'My own kind'? That's not necessarily true."

"It seems you have finally awakened to your own vicious nature and dark side?"

"Ah, you don't need to remind me of that; I at least have some self-awareness." Ji Jue shook his head indifferently and suddenly started laughing: "However, that might not be entirely the case, right?"

"Sometimes, some things are hard to be called human."

He indifferently appreciated the hellish torture on the screen, without pity and without wavering: "In this world, such things always exist.

They clearly can feel pain and joy, clearly are made by humans, and clearly know the weight of suffering and torture, yet they can nonchalantly, using some baseless excuses and cover-ups, for the sake of some insignificant benefits and absurd pleasures, recklessly push others into hell.

There are those who take pleasure in this, those who refuse to change despite repeated instruction, and even those who are not ashamed but proud of it—" Ji Jue paused for a moment and suddenly asked:

"But this isn't right, is it?"

Isis was silent.

"It shouldn't be like this."

Ji Jue's fingers tapped on the railing of the Prosperity, and he looked up at the sea fog in the distance, and further away, at that dead, silent fishing boat, full of doubt:

"Since they are of the same kind, how could they not cherish each other?"

Isis remained silent and wordless.

Only Ji Jue's soft laughter sounded.

"Then, there is only one answer..."

"—That is not a human."

"They are parasites wearing human skin to hide their ugly faces, monsters disguised as humans to cover up their bestial nature; they are deformed species hiding by our side.

!

Even if they speak the same language, possess the same face, feel the same world, and possess the same soul and life, they just happen, coincidentally, to look like humans."

"When dealing with such monsters, one should ruthlessly eradicate them, by any means necessary.

Even if one inflicts cruel ravaging and torture, it is merely using the tricks they used on others upon themselves. Only by letting them personally experience everything they have done can they understand that this is the ending that ugly creatures like them deserve; it is reaping what they sowed, their own karma!"

Only dead trash is good trash.

Only scum burned to ashes is good scum.

Other than that, all other methods of handling them are wrong!

The world is too big, and there is too much trash; Ji Jue can't manage it all, but Xinquan is the garden he has meticulously cultivated, the foundation he finally managed to complete... His garden does not need such vermin.

In the neighboring nursery outside the garden, it's best not to have them either!

"So, let's add some ingredients."

Ji Jue took out a jar tightly sealed by solid alchemy from the storage of the Doomsday Train and shook it; faint wails emerged from the viscous blood.

These were all waste materials stripped from the life force extracted from fish scales. In addition, there were radioactive dust, Slaughterer's crystals, and even the essence of the Abyss.

Three layers of great sin serving you all—this blessing, could it be small?

Amidst the sea breeze, Ji Jue opened the lid.

Immediately, wisps of rotting deep purple, hungry scarlet, and pure pitch black rose up, as if grasped by an invisible hand, crossing a distance of dozens or hundreds of miles, drifting and falling toward the nest disguised as a fishing boat in the distance.

To be honest, Ji Jue still overestimated the quality of this group of pirates.

At the very least, there shouldn't be any Aether or Embers here; otherwise, they wouldn't have failed to notice the little tricks Ji Jue did casually.

Tu Sihai did indeed lose the box, but the point is, who said only the box had problems?

And who gave them such abundant confidence, harboring that tiny bit of near-zero confidence and ability, to actively walk into the domain on the outer perimeter of Ji Jue's workshop?

The materials they touched, the vehicles they drove, the cup of tea they drank, and even the air they breathed... everything was under Ji Jue's control.

It wasn't just the connection bound by the resonance between the Aether record books; there was the trace amount of vaporized mercury contained in the air they breathed, and even the imaging liquid hidden in the tea they drank.

If one really wants to add ingredients, there are too many ways, and it didn't even trigger the warnings of the alchemical creations on them. As for those alchemical constructs capable of autonomous defense, their levels weren't high enough.

After leaving the workshop, going around in so many circles, they were simply like clowns; from beginning to end, they were under Isis's surveillance.

Who told Ji Jue to have the hobby of scattering cameras in the wilderness whenever he was idle?

These days, cameras are getting cheaper and cheaper.

After performing a mechanical god-descending on the server room of the Coastal Industry, letting it encode and link the camera signals itself, and then having large agricultural drones fly a few laps, everything within a hundred miles of Xinquan fell under Ji Jue's eyes.

So much so that by the time Tu Sihai climbed the gangway, Ji Jue had already arrived in the nearby sea area sitting on the Prosperity.

Under the cover of the thick sea fog, the drifting Prosperity silently rode the waves and gradually approached, dropping anchor forty nautical miles away.

No sitting and waiting for death, only capturing them all in one net!

No back-and-forth, only extermination!

Ji Jue was too lazy to follow the script and sit around waiting for others to besiege him. Who the hell is idle enough to play some defense game with you bunch of nobodies.

Since you dare to show your heads, then all of you die for me!

Not only are you going to die, but anyone who dares to come will die!

And this thick sea fog, so dense you can't see your own fingers, is the best weapon.

The moment they approached, wisps and specks of silver light rose from the Prosperity, following the sea breeze and blowing toward the distance... those were thin threads of mercury almost invisible to the naked eye!

No, calling them threads is too crude; that was entirely a mist of mercury silver existing between existence and non-existence!

The alchemical creation, finally complete after the combination of the two blessings of 【Quality of Gold and Iron】 and 【Form of Ultimate Resilience】, now displayed a terrifying change far beyond Ji Jue's expectations.

Under a precise control force dozens or hundreds of times greater than Ji Jue's, the solidified mercury was dissociated into patches of mist invisible to the naked eye, carrying massive amounts of mercury vapor, silently extending, and relying on the power of the sea breeze, easily crossing this distance that would be nearly a hundred miles on land!

At this moment, those tiny, almost invisible mercury threads had already, like a skeleton, connected massive amounts of mercury silver vapor, restraining and regulating the outline of this silver mist through dense and complex physical interference.

Thousands of mercury threads were like thousands of imperceptible palms.

The alchemical creation that Ji Jue named 【Isis's Hand】 just like that entered the night with the wind and came riding the mist!

(End of chapter)