Chapter 1124
Wood-Pure Alien: What the hell did you do?!
The Muzhen aliens are notorious and ruthless hunters in the universe. They take pleasure in hunting down inhabitants of other planets, regarding this bloody act of capture as a supreme hunting game. Due to their cold-blooded and bloodthirsty nature, they have been dubbed "demons" by countless civilizations. They possess three transformation abilities. Relying on strange cosmic cells within their bodies, they can freely change their body size. When traveling in spaceships or lurking on Earth, they mostly appear in human-sized form. Although their size is limited, they still possess superior physical abilities and fighting skills, and their appearance is closer to a monster form, also known as "monsterization." When they want to fight at full strength, they are enveloped in green light and undergo a gigantic transformation, becoming a 66-meter-tall bipedal walking monster, with their combat power soaring.
As their core offensive organs, the tentacles on their heads can fire deadly rays: in their human-sized form, the green destructive rays can accurately kill their prey; once they grow to gigantic size, the rays turn blue, and the explosive power increases exponentially, allowing them to effectively strike targets regardless of size. In addition, the gigantic Muzhen aliens are adept at kicking rocks, combining brute force with light beams to unleash the ultimate brutality of hunting.
Yet this group of notorious space hunters had lost all their demonic majesty. Inside a small spaceship hidden outside Earth's atmosphere, a Muzhen alien was clutching his companion's collar, his face contorted in utter despair, his eyes red-rimmed, his cries nearly lifting the ship's roof: "You f***ing!!! You f***ing!!!! Aaaaaah! You bastard!!!!"
Its strength was immense, squeezing its companion's collar out of shape. Its fingertips trembled slightly with rage, its voice filled with fury and despair. Tears mingled with secretions overflowing from its emotional state, streaming down its face. Completely devoid of its usual calm and ruthless hunting demeanor: "You actually sent my prey to Earth!!! Do you know how dangerous Earth is?! You bastard!!!"
The companion, whose collar it was being grabbed by, looked impatient and tried to pry its hand off, its tone somewhat perfunctory: "What's the panic? Earth is just a low-level civilization planet, just prey. We'll get it back." In its view, the people of Muzhen Star never failed in their hunts, and the natives of Earth posed no threat whatsoever.
"Find it back? You know nothing!" The wailing Muzhen alien became even more agitated, his voice shrill and piercing, like a goblin whose toe had been stepped on. He was both anxious and angry, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably, as if he was about to explode but was overwhelmed by despair. "How many formidable characters are hiding in that wretched place? And those Ultra Warriors and strange guys, forget about hunting, we might get crushed even if we went there ourselves! My prey! That was the target I tracked down after three star systems!"
It stared intently at its companion, both angry and aggrieved. The claws that it usually used to tear apart its prey were now just gripping the other's collar tightly, its cries filled with despair. For the Muzhen Star people, prey was not only a tool for amusement, but also a symbol of honor. Now that the prey had been sent to Earth, this "dragon's den and tiger's lair," it was undoubtedly the end of its hopes, which was more painful than killing it.
The companion being grabbed frowned, finally pushing it away impatiently: "Enough! What are you howling about like a piece of trash! If it's really that bad, we'll just go to Earth ourselves, either to retrieve our prey or to hunt something else. Is it really necessary?"
"Is it really that serious?!" The Wood-Pure Starman staggered back two steps, crying even harder, waving its hands wildly. "That was the prey I had my eye on! And Earth is really dangerous! You don't understand at all!" At this moment, it no longer resembled a cosmic demon; all that remained was its hysteria and helpless wailing after its plans were ruined.
After being pushed away by his companion, the Wood-Dwelling alien remained slumped in the corner of the cabin, wiping away tears and muttering about the dangers of Earth, his tone filled with genuine fear. This wasn't out of cowardice—after several interplanetary wars erupted on Earth, all the powers in the universe had reached an unspoken consensus: Earth was a damn evil place.
Despite being a planet with a relatively low level of civilization, it harbors countless existences that defy common sense: Ultraman warriors frequently appear, all sorts of extraordinary individuals emerge, and even hidden monsters and urban legends can be transformed into combat forces, making it a place that ordinary cosmic powers dare not easily set foot on. However, in the eyes of all cosmic beings, the most sinister thing about Earth is not the land itself, but the man codenamed "Storm One"—Cui Ming.
Mentioning Cui Ming sends chills down the spines of almost every cosmic being who has encountered him or heard his legends, their eyes brimming with barely concealed fear. In their minds, Cui Ming is not even "human," nor even an "intelligent being," but a monster crawled out of hell. The murderous aura surrounding him is the culmination of countless battles and deaths, and even the most ferocious cosmic hunters would freeze in terror and lose their souls upon sensing that aura.
The Muzhen aliens had naturally heard of Cui Ming's fearsome reputation. Every rumor circulating in the cosmic black market was enough to terrify hunters like them: he could tear apart gigantic monsters with his bare hands, withstand destructive beams without flinching, and, even more strangely, the more terrifying the existence, the more it seemed to enhance his combat power—rumored to be that the eight-foot-tall urban legend woman accompanying him, in his eyes, even her terrifying form became a combat power boost. This distorted perception had long exceeded the scope of normal intelligent beings.
"You don't understand at all!" The Wood-Piercing Starman raised his head, his eyes filled with terror, his voice trembling. "With that Storm One around, Earth isn't some low-level civilization planet; it's a den of dragons and tigers! That guy is a monster. He doesn't play by the rules, he's not afraid of any threat, and he'll even hunt us aliens for his own amusement!"
Its companion's impatience finally subsided somewhat, a barely perceptible hint of apprehension flashing in its eyes. Even with its high self-regard, it dared not underestimate Cui Ming's existence. Countless cosmic forces, far more powerful than the Muzhen aliens, had landed on Earth with overwhelming force, only to fall to Cui Ming, leaving not even a trace of their remains. The remnants of those forces had long served as the most profound warning in the universe: Don't mess with Earth, and especially don't mess with Storm One.
“He doesn’t care about any hunting game. In his eyes, we’re no different from ants on the roadside, or even worse—at least ants won’t deliberately walk into his line of sight.” The Wood-Piercing Starman curled up, as if he could already see his prey being accidentally crushed by Cui Ming. “My prey is gone. If we dare to go to Earth to look for it, we might be treated like toys by that monster and torn to shreds!” (End of Chapter)