Chapter 612: Spider Spirit? Doubtful

Supernatural, glory above all; when Zhang Jie obtained that badge, it was already fixed as his supernatural.

Throughout the world, no one possesses this supernatural; it is Zhang Jie's alone.

And its characteristics are obvious; ordinary people dare not activate it, nor do they have the ability to activate it.

After all, the function of this thing is to accomplish great deeds!

For example, to single-handedly purge the forbidden zone!

This is Zhang Jie's 'Glory.'

This is absolutely not something an ordinary person could do; every step of it was forged to shape a hero.

This matter concluded, Zhang Jie returned home with several decent anomalous items; upon entering, he saw the watermelon peel waiting for a long time.

Ah~

Watermelon peel revealed her signature move, opening her mouth wide and pointing inside with her finger.

She's hungry!

Zhang Jie scratched his head, wondering if his blood was some kind of extremely tasty thing, so beloved?

Helpless, he extended his arm, letting the watermelon peel take a bite.

Ow!

Didn't bite through....

Watermelon peel, disbelieving, bit again twice, but Zhang Jie's skin was like tough leather, extremely tenacious.

Can't bite....

Watermelon peel looked at him pitifully, leaving only two small pits on Zhang Jie's arm.

I'm hungry....

At this moment, watermelon peel wore the bear pajamas Zhang Yan bought for her, her hair curled into a natural wave, paired with a pitiful expression....

Damn! What else was there to say!

Zhang Jie directly used Ordinary Blade to cut himself, then reached out again to the watermelon peel.

Drink up quick, or it'll heal soon!

Gloop gloop gloop......

Only then did Zhang Jie have the chance to actively observe Qi Yu's appearance.

Her back once again grew a worm limb, making a total of six including the previous ones.

Meanwhile, on her left compound eye, a second similar structure split out at this moment.

Zhang Jie:???

Is this creature finally drifting further and further from humanity?

Qi Yu eagerly sucked Zhang Jie's blood, right before his face, and split out another similar compound-eye-like thing.

Zhang Jie:.....

This thing.... is really not good!

Burp....

Full...

Qi Yu, by the way, do you know what species you are?

After that, Zhang Jie's wound had already healed; put bluntly, he himself wasn't exactly normal either.

Qi Yu... is just Qi Yu, right?

She tilted her head in thought, sucked a few mouthfuls of Zhang Jie's blood, and seemed to begin some kind of change.

From her ears began to extend insect wings, shaking in the light and shedding crystalline scales.

Insect traits became increasingly obvious...

But Zhang Jie felt no disgust or revulsion; on Qi Yu's body there was a strange beauty....

All taboos lifted kept his thinking normal, but now Zhang Jie felt as if something was off....

Just... sometimes memories not my own appear in my head..

Others despise my.. worm limbs..

But! You haven't!

Zhang Jie couldn't read her; her form remained constant, lacking the hidden changes of supernatural items, and also lacking the stable core beneath the disgusting surface of anomalous objects.

Just as she said, Qi Yu... is just Qi Yu.

Forget it... I don't want to think so much.

Zhang Jie felt his brain truly overloaded; facing this little creature, he had no clue, this feeling of knowing there's a problem yet being unable to understand it made his head feel huge.

Qi Yu has always been closest to him at home, second is Zhang Yan, and everyone else she treats politely but fearfully.

Zhang Jie does not think Qi Yu could have any particularly strong aggressive drive.

Qi Yu, why do you like drinking my blood?

Zhang Jie suddenly asked this, and Qi Yu, who had been rubbing his pant legs, abruptly stopped, her little face flushing red.

Because! Because it's very tasty!

Like it!

After sharing the spoils with my family, you feel much more at ease; a person's three invincible states are: I have nothing, I want nothing, I lack nothing.

It's obvious you belong to the third state; you lack nothing—be it family, position, ability, or anything else—you can guarantee that few in this world live better than you.

But, extremes reverse; extreme yin yields yang; the loftier the life, the more easily it draws fate's gaze.

At 20: in your youth, you successfully attained fourth-level will, which also means you can truly access top-tier combat power.

Elite Sentry, the true high-end combat power of the Abnormal Bureau, the true core force—you, a 20‑year‑old guy, look out of place in there, and some even suspect you've become an anomaly, your growth exceeding everyone's expectations.

Perhaps you will become the first 20‑year‑old Elite Sentry in human history.

Qi Yu also grew larger with time; she's now 1.5 meters tall, showing no trace of her original slime form.

But her insect limbs are getting wilder and wilder; you even wonder if she's some kind of spider spirit turned into something, since she can spit silk....

No kidding! When you saw Qi Yu holding a pair of silk underwear, you thought she'd bought them somewhere; only after wearing them for two days did you realize she'd woven them herself.

Likewise, Qi Yu is becoming smarter and stranger; her compound eyes have turned completely red—one side a normal human eye, the other a compound eye—somewhat like the drum that makes your shotgun go 'ohohoh'.

Most importantly, she now goes out on her own, buys things on her own, wears a big dress, puts on an eye mask—no one can tell what she is—but you always worry she might run into trouble.

Your worry is completely justified—just one day when you came back from duty, you saw a corpse in an alley....

Zhang Jie stood at the alley entrance and immediately saw a silk thread swaying in the wind.

A bad feeling welled up in his heart, but he felt no fear, marching straight into the alley without even taking his shotgun.

Zhang Jie didn't think anything could hurt him now, even though he had never truly faced an S‑rank anomaly.

As he went deeper, Zhang Jie saw more spider silk lining both walls; the most important thing was that he smelled... Qi Yu's scent here.

After learning to be vain, Qi Yu got her own room, right next door to Zhang Jie's.

And her scent turned into a light, cool fragrance, much like a ripe summer watermelon, but not quite....

But that's the problem—why.... is Qi Yu here?

She must have been here!