The Strange People Who Collapsed

Witnessing this scene, the platinum sperm's body, which had been shining with divine radiance, was now trembling violently, as if it were being repeatedly struck in the depths of its soul by countless invisible hammers, and every muscle fiber was convulsing in a death throes.

The platinum body that was once so proud and shone with dazzling light now appeared dull and lifeless due to extreme fear, as if it had lost all its source of energy.

The muscles were so stiff and frozen that they turned a chilling grayish-white, like a sculpture that was rapidly petrifying.

That fear did not come from physical trauma, but from a tremor that penetrated to the bone and struck the soul.

Watching his companions fall one after another like wheat being harvested, and seeing that arrogant figure laughing maniacally.

"Uh...uh..."

The immense fear and the shadow of death were like an invisible giant hand, gripping his throat tightly, preventing him from uttering even a complete word, or even an angry roar.

All that could be squeezed out from the depths of his throat was a desperate, hoarse gasp, as if an invisible giant hand were choking him, echoing mournfully in the blood-soaked rainy night.

On the other side, the homeless emperor's face, which usually wore a nonchalant and lazy smile, was now completely distorted and deformed by extreme horror.

His features were contorted, his face as pale as a zombie that had just crawled out of its grave, and cold sweat mixed with rainwater streamed down his face.

"God... Demon God! It's a real Demon God!!"

This shrill, distorted roar seemed to be the last breath of air squeezed from the depths of a torn throat, carrying a heavy stench of blood and the froth of despair.

The voice was filled not only with instinctive awe of the terrifying power that transcended the laws of physics, but also with the desperate screams of a strong person whose spiritual world had completely collapsed.

His once dashing figure was now hunched over like a shrimp, and his usually squinting eyes were now wide open, staring intently at the azure figure in the rain that resembled a demon from the abyss—a natural disaster walking among the world, the embodiment of the abyss!

He staggered backward frantically, his feet kicking wildly in the mud, each step leaving deep puddles in the water. His shoes slipped, and he fell to the ground in a disheveled state, instinctively using his elbows to desperately move backward, trying to escape the focus of that gaze.

Meow Meow's performance was even worse than anyone else's. Her once smooth, glossy, and proud fur stood on end as if she had been hit by a high-voltage current. Her entire body convulsed violently, curling up into a trembling ball of flesh.

Faced with absolute fear, it tries to find a false sense of security in this cruel world through this instinctive shrinking.

Those eyes, which usually gleamed with cunning and greed, were now devoid of any light, listless and empty. The whites of their eyes were covered in alarming blood vessels, like a spiderweb foreshadowing death.

"Giggle...giggle—!!"

Deep in his throat, his vocal cords had completely failed due to spasms, making it impossible to form a complete sentence.

It could only uncontrollably and intermittently produce a strange vibrato, similar to a rusty gear being forcibly jammed, or like metal rubbing against glass.

It was shrill and piercing, enough to send chills down one's spine.

This is no longer language, nor is it a plea for mercy. Rather, it is the most primitive stress response of a wild beast etched deep in its genes when facing its predator at the top of the food chain, the final lament of its life instinct.

"Run...run!"

The desperate, agonizing cry, though its origin was unknown, instantly ignited an overwhelming sense of panic.

The three remaining survivors of the Monster Association—Platinum Sperm, Homeless Emperor, and Meow Meow—finally suffered a mental breakdown after witnessing their companions being annihilated one after another like ants.

The deep-seated fear spread like a plague, instantly devouring the last vestiges of their reason. They even lost the courage to look back at that figure, their minds filled only with the most primal survival instinct—to escape.

"Splash—!"

With that loud bang, the Monster Association executives were completely devastated.

Without any tactical coordination, let alone the pride of the strong, Platinum Sperm, Homeless Emperor, and Meowth seemed to have made a pact, unleashing all the hidden potential within them at the same instant, and like frightened wild beasts, they fled wildly in three completely different directions.

Driven by an intense will to survive, the massive body of the platinum sperm cared nothing for the obstacles in its path, recklessly smashing through the rubble and debris blocking its way, sending bricks and stones flying and shattering concrete blocks on its body.

The white figure, radiating holy light, transformed into a frantic streak of light in the cold rain, covered in mud and pebbles, desperately trying to get as far away from the demon as possible.

Homeless Emperor's face was filled with fear of death. He screamed meaninglessly as he stumbled and ran forward in a sorry state through the waterlogged ruins. Every step he took sank deeper into the mud, and every struggle splashed up muddy water. He looked as pathetic as a dog.

Meow Meow's figure darted swiftly across the muddy, slippery ground, moving as fast as lightning. Due to extreme terror, a nauseating stench of urine permeated the air, mingling with the damp rain and the smell of blood, making it particularly pungent.

It recklessly burrowed into the shadows deep within the ruins, its sharp claws scratching and scraping at the concrete fragments, creating a series of rapid sounds as it desperately searched for any narrow crevice where it could hide.

The three of them, like pitiful creatures desperately trying to survive, staged their own desperate, frantic runs for their lives amidst the ruins ravaged by torrential rain.

Boros stood in the center of the ruins, his single, crimson eye coldly watching the three figures fleeing in panic and finally disappearing into the end of the rain.

He did not pursue, his fists slightly loosened, and the blood dripping from between his fingers was washed away by the rain.

The icy rain poured down on his explosive body, gathering into streams at his feet.

However, even in this biting cold, the boiling, molten, fanatical bloodlust within him still surged through his veins, clamoring for him to destroy everything in front of him.

Boros slowly raised his hand and pressed it hard against his violently heaving chest, as if trying to suppress his restless heart.

He gazed at the three tiny figures fleeing in panic in the distance, and murmured to himself:

"That's enough... If we keep killing, things might get complicated..."

After a long while, the violent aura began to cool down slowly, like the receding tide, and gradually subsided. The crimson light in the single eye also faded, returning to its usual chilling calm and indifference.

He slowly raised his head, his single eye seemingly piercing through thick clouds, gazing into the unreachable depths of the moon. His deep voice echoed across the empty battlefield, carrying a hint of apprehension and weighing of the unknown:

"If we keep playing like this... that 'god' will probably make a move soon, right?"

"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer, now is not the time..."

Boros calmed his body, which was burning with fighting spirit.

He slowly stretched his explosively powerful body, his joints making a crisp popping sound, as if he had just finished a thoroughly enjoyable feast.

The lingering, satisfied smile on his face, washed by the rain, looked particularly eerie; it was the ultimate enjoyment of power, and the perfect commentary on this killing game.

"Heh, whatever, let's leave it at that!"

"Anyway, I had a lot of fun today!..."

"Let's go back..."

He murmured softly, his voice echoing through the empty ruins, carrying a hint of languor and nonchalance.

Before he finished speaking, his tall figure seemed to blend into the night, slowly fading away until it completely disappeared from the blood-soaked wasteland, leaving behind only devastation and endless silence...

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The rain poured down, with large raindrops pounding wildly on every corner of J City, shrouding the entire city in a gray, misty curtain of water.

The floodwaters on the streets were already above ankle level, and the murky water, carrying fallen leaves and garbage, surged wildly in the strong wind.

The piercing air raid siren pierced through the rain, its sharp sound chilling, intertwining with the patter of the rain to create a suffocating symphony of doom.

"Emergency evacuation notice! Emergency evacuation notice!"

The voice coming from the radio was urgent and cold, repeating itself over and over again, as if trying to carve every word into people's bones.

"The coastal area of ​​J City has been confirmed to have been subjected to a large-scale invasion by the Deep-Sea Creatures! (Repeated: The coastal area of ​​J City has been confirmed to have been subjected to a large-scale invasion by the Deep-Sea Creatures!)"

In the rain, the distant coastline was blurred, but on the surface of the sea, countless huge black shadows were slowly approaching, like nightmares from the abyss, step by step encroaching on the land.

"According to the Hero Association's latest assessment, this disaster is classified as—Demon-level! Repeat, this disaster is classified as Demon-level!"

"All citizens of J City, please immediately cease all activities and proceed swiftly to the nearest underground shelter according to the designated evacuation routes! Do not hesitate, do not linger; your safety is paramount!"

The broadcast echoed through the rain, carrying a suffocating sense of urgency. In the streets, people ran in panic, their umbrellas swept away by the wind, their clothes soaked by the rain, yet no one stopped.

The sounds of car horns, cries, and footsteps mingled with the sirens and rain, creating a chaotic scene.

The shadow of the Deep Sea Clan has loomed over the entire city of J with this torrential rain.

Boros hovered high in the sky, surrounded by a faint aura of energy that kept the raging rain out.

He had just finished a fun "game" and was preparing to go home to enjoy a moment of peace, and while he was at it, he took his damaged armor to Dr. Genus for repairs.

At that moment, the piercing air raid siren pierced through the thick rain and reached his ears.

"What a series of misfortunes!"

Boros raised an eyebrow slightly, looking down at the city struggling in the torrential rain below, listening to the cold announcements on the radio about the "Deepsea Clan invasion" and the "Demon-level disaster."

"Just finished a high-level match... Deep Sea Clan?... Deep Sea King? It just doesn't really get me going..."

He stretched lazily, seemingly uninterested in this level of combat. However, the next second, his gaze seemed to pierce through layers of rain clouds, landing on an inconspicuous corner of J City.

"Never mind, let's go take a look."

"If today is the day of the sea creature invasion? It's been raining for half the day... Rain? Hmm? Rain?... Holy crap, is Genos just a head now?"

"Damn, I have to get there right now!"

"Five minutes, just five more minutes!"

Before he finished speaking, the light around him suddenly surged, and he transformed into a black meteor, swooping down towards J City.