Chapter 170

Drake's half-lidded eyes saw a pair of blue-and-white porcelain-colored high heels, and as his gaze climbed upward, he noticed a stunning woman in a cheongsam with a narrow smile, a man currently crawling out from her split-open chest cavity.

"Xin Junmao, so it was you." Drake struggled to pull himself up from the ground, barely managing to climb onto the bank from the water channel; as he crawled, the black-green Scale on his body slowly peeled off, melting like snow on the ground, becoming part of the foul-smelling, damp environment.

Drake gradually returned to his human form, the exaggerated wounds on his body slowly healing, and finally, he lay on the filthy ground, barely covered, gasping for air as if he had just finished a bout of intense exercise that had left him exhausted.

Also stark naked was Xin Junmao, who had just peeled himself out of the body of the woman in the gorgeous cheongsam, Miss Zhao; he took clothes from the smiling Miss Zhao and covered Drake with his own coat.

"Thanks." Drake, who had been bloodless just a moment ago, now had a glint in his eyes, his breathing gradually steadying as he thanked Xin Junmao and Miss Zhao.

"No need for thanks; just let me eat your body whenever you get tired of living." Miss Zhao looked at Drake with a smile, her eyes also bright now, and she licked her lips, her stunning appearance adding a touch of a gluttonous cat's cuteness.

Xin Junmao looked at Miss Zhao with some helplessness; having just emerged from her body, he was covered in unidentified tissue mucus, and there was still an undigested human head in her split-open abdominal cavity, "You just finished eating."

Drake caught a glimpse and discovered that the deformed head belonged to Fang Shuijing; clearly, after escaping from his hands, she had unluckily run into Miss Zhao, and she hadn't had the same good luck as before, having now been swallowed alive.

Seeing this, Drake felt somewhat conflicted; he had actually hoped she would die by his own hand.

"Hmph! What are you looking at?" Xin Junmao, now dressed, slapped Drake on the forehead and said with an unkind look, "Is there something worth looking at?"

There was indeed nothing worth looking at, and if he could help it, he didn't want to look either.

"…Sorry." Drake immediately withdrew his gaze, sincerely apologizing for the rude behavior of peeking at his friend's wife's body, and inwardly reflected deeply on his own thought of "getting a bargain and still acting spoiled."

Miss Zhao was smiling as usual, but her expression seemed much more tender than before? It seemed she was very satisfied with Xin Junmao's reaction.

Xin Junmao gave a light snort and then said, "After eating that woman just now, we dug some secrets out of her brain."

Drake regained his strength, stood up from the ground, wrapped the coat around his waist, and paid close attention to Xin Junmao's words, "What secrets?"

Xin Junmao said, "The Alien God worshipped by the organization Eye of Kusuen is Kusuen; this Alien God's specific abilities are unknown, only that she possesses the power to pry into minds and lurk in dreams, having descended to this world at the very beginning of Earth's primordial era."

The reason she descended here was because she had fought an enemy Alien God several times in the outer realms to no avail, and after both sides were left severely wounded, Kusuen accidentally arrived on Earth from an alien dimension.

At that time, Earth was in its primordial period, and the living environment was extremely harsh, but for Kusuen, it was the best place for her to hibernate and recuperate, so she carved out a small space somewhere on Earth to fall into a deep sleep.

But one cannot understand an Alien God's sleep with human thinking; even while Kusuen is in hibernation, she possesses a certain degree of autonomous consciousness, capable of emitting a mental magnetic field that envelops the entire world, and those people with rich mental worlds—mentally ill patients, artists, musicians, and so on—all have a probability of being influenced by her.

Humans who are influenced undoubtedly receive a hellish ticket into Kusuen's mental world, capable of entering Kusuen's mental world.

After those humans witness Kusuen's unimaginable and common-sense-defying mental world, they are often influenced by induction, fragmentation, and other aspects, becoming loyal slaves to Kusuen.

This is also the way Kusuen develops her kin on Earth; after all, one must know that she was not the only one to descend to Earth at the beginning of the primordial era; those alien interdimensional races possessing intelligence and advanced technology beyond humans also had their eyes on Earth, this piece of fat meat.

Among them, one type of kin Kusuen had in Earth's early days was a race group called the Huogu; they possessed a rat-like appearance but were upright humanoids, similar to the rat-men in Western legends.

This race possessed advanced biotechnology, and one of their technologies could be applied to the energy leaking from Kusuen's dreams, helping Kusuen fully utilize this energy to accelerate the recovery of her own wounds, while also helping them solve part of their energy problems.

Thus, after this branch of the Huogu race requested it from Kusuen, Kusuen permitted them to set up an Energy Matrix around her.

We humans who do not understand this matrix only think it is a seal, but in fact, a seal is fragile to Kusuen; the true purpose of the matrix is to assist Kusuen's revival to the maximum extent without wasting even a tiny bit of energy.

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Drake was listening with some fascination, but he didn't forget to ponder, "So what does this have to do with this Abnormal incident?"

"It has a certain connection, but the point of the secret I am telling is not about this matter, but about you," Xin Junmao said.

Drake was a bit dazed, pointing at himself: "Me?"

Xin Junmao nodded: "The great Kusuen is a powerful Alien God who roams the universe and alien dimensions; the kin she subjugated naturally could not only be the Huogu."

One of her high-level kin is, to us humans, already an Alien God-like existence; she is also an offspring born from a part of Kusuen's body tissue and the inverted Creator.

When this Alien God sensed that her great father had not returned to the star domain where she belonged for a long time, she followed the natural bloodline connection with Kusuen and also came to Earth.

And this Alien God is what people later came to know as the Ancestor of the Fish-men, the King of the Fish-men; people who were still in the ignorant feudal era at the time even called her the God of the Dark Sea.

Yes, you heard that right; your identity, traced back to its roots, is far more complex and vast than any of us imagined; Kusuen is your grandfather, and the inverted Creator is your grandmother.

And you, you are their rebellious son and grandson; it's a real case of 'great filial piety' in the hall."

Drake listened, dumbfounded, his whole face flushed red, wanting to speak but stopping, not knowing where to begin.

His composition was truly too mixed.

"Hehe, just teasing, no other meaning; those Alien Gods are cold and heartless, and there is no such thing as family affection in their mental worlds; son, grandson, and such are just definitions of biological social relationships in the human world, and they have no meaning to them," Xin Junmao chuckled, "Don't take it to heart."

"And the reason the Eye of Kusuen got involved in the big chess game of Magic City is that Kusuen suddenly disappeared mysteriously in recent years and no longer responds.

Kusuen's disappearance is related to an investigation by the Xuanmi Group back then; this operation by the Eye of Kusuen is, to a certain extent, a retaliatory action."