Chapter 310: Well, there's nothing to be done

Boom—

The ground shook and the mountains trembled.

The stone pillar serving as a fulcrum ultimately couldn't withstand the mutant hound's final blow as it died.

Accompanied by a piercing crack, the entire platform collapsed with a roar.

Shards of stone and reinforced steel bar flew like ammunition flung from a catapult, scattering wildly in all directions and kicking up a horrifying cloud of dust.

Special Forces team members instinctively raised their arms to shield their faces, while the survivors let out terrified screams, and the scene descended into chaos.

And at the center of this chaos, a blinding red light shot up into the sky.

The Divine Gift that had been enshrined atop the stone pillar, after losing its support, arced through the air like an ignited meteor, tracing a weird parabola.

It did not fly toward the sky, nor did it fall toward the ground.

It hurtled straight toward the edge of the street.

It slammed into the rust-streaked iron door leading to the underground passage.

Su Ming's pupils contracted sharply.

Damn it.

He cursed inwardly and almost instinctively darted to the side.

What an international joke!

He had painstakingly plotted, step by step, and only with great difficulty had he escaped the sight of those lunatics, seeing the sea wide for the fish to leap, the sky high for the birds to fly.

Now he's supposed to get involved with this thing?

Not even a dog would do it!

His reaction was at its peak, and his movements far surpassed those of ordinary people.

However, that red light was even faster.

It was as if equipped with the highest-precision tracking navigation system, making a sharp turn in midair.

It was neither left nor right.

Bang!

A muffled thud.

That thing struck Su Ming's chest squarely.

A tremendous inertia surged through him, making him stagger back a step, his back slamming hard against the cold iron door.

He let out a muffled groan, feeling as if an invisible hammer had smashed his chest, a searing heat beyond words instantly spreading from the point of impact.

He lowered his head to look.

There was nothing.

No wound, no bloodstain.

The Divine Gift emitting an ominous red light melted away right before his eyes.

Yes, it melted.

Like a red-hot iron plunged into snow, it seeped silently into his body, vanishing without a trace.

What the hell?

Su Ming's mind went blank for a moment.

This script is all wrong!

He's just a reincarnator who wants to survive to a ripe old age, not some chosen son of destiny, Long Aotian!

This black humor of fate is perhaps a bit too grandiose.

And just at this moment.

The frenzied slaughter on the battlefield halted.

Raincoat Man's hand, which had been adjusting the angle of the boning knife, froze in midair.

On the hound's back, Zhang Wei's face, twisted with ecstasy, also froze.

All sounds—howls, screams, roars—were muted in that instant.

The air fell dead silent.

An oppressive feeling more heart-pounding than before enveloped the entire scene.

Heh... heh heh...

Raincoat Man uttered meaningless syllables, his hood-shrouded head turning slowly in an ergonomically awkward angle, notch by notch.

That gaze hidden in the shadows no longer focused on the hound he had slain, nor did it pay any attention to Zhang Wei not far away.

It locked firmly onto the inconspicuous figure at the street corner.

On the other side.

Zhang Wei's manic laughter vanished completely, replaced by a ferocity mixed with fury, jealousy, and extreme greed.

He jerked his head around, his eyes, bloodshot from overusing his ability, glared like two searchlights, locking onto Su Ming with malice.

Two monsters who had just been fighting to the death.

Two beings who regarded human lives as grass, killing gods.

At this moment, they weirdly reached a ceasefire agreement.

They found a new target.

A shared target.

Not just them.

Lei Yu and the Special Forces team he led likewise stared in shock toward Su Ming's direction.

Liang Wen, who usually wore a half‑mocking expression, also showed a solemn look for the first time.

All the gazes.

Greedy, violent, startled, solemn.

All at this moment, like countless invisible spikes, converged onto Su Ming alone!

Su Ming leaned against the cold iron door and slowly straightened his body.

Su Ming could feel the unwelcome guest in his chest beating wildly, waves of unfamiliar power flowing into his limbs like a warm current.

But Su Ming had no time to study it.

The initial astonishment and confusion in Su Ming's eyes were fading at a visibly rapid pace.

In their place came a coldness that was gloomy to the extreme.

Su Ming knew.

The scenario he feared most still unfolded.

He became the focus of the entire scene.

He turned into the plumpest, most coveted piece of Tang monk meat that everyone wanted a bite of.

Did he want to explain?

Say this thing flew over by itself, and it has nothing to do with me at all?

Who would believe?

In this dog‑like‑life apocalypse, in this Blood Moon game where the Rules have collapsed, who would listen to your explanation?

A fist is the only logic.

Su Ming slowly lifted his eyelids and scanned the two monsters that were stepping toward him.

One was Yuyi Tufu, who killed as easily as cutting paper.

The other was a domineering madman who treated human lives as consumables.

Being targeted by either meant a nine‑in‑ten chance of death.

Now, there are two.

"Hehe......"

Su Ming looked at the two faces filled with "You are mine," and his mouth twisted into an extremely ugly curve.

In that smile lay self‑mockery, helplessness, and more—a madness born of being driven to the brink.

He released his grip on the Simple Spear.

"Clang."

The weapon that had accompanied him all the way, solving many troubles, was casually tossed into the standing water, splashing a small patch of dirty water.

This action caused the approaching Raincoat Man and Zhang Wei to instinctively pause.

They saw that the seemingly ordinary survivor, after discarding his only weapon, slowly raised his right hand.

His right hand pressed against his own wildly beating chest.

That spot was exactly where the Divine Gift had been embedded.

"Is that so?"

He murmured softly, as if asking someone else, yet also himself.

"Is it like that?"

"Then there's nothing we can do..."