Chapter 1450
You dare to come?
While Cui Ming claimed he didn't care, he had already begun a massive search.
You damn cosmic monster, you really dare to come here?!
In TPC's command center, Cui Ming stood in front of the main screen, his fingers flying across the control panel. Kaina's projection flickered beside him, and streams of green data poured down like a waterfall. Satellite images, ground monitoring, energy detectors, extradimensional wave scans—Cui Ming had mobilized every available means, like a giant net spreading out to every corner of the earth.
"Cui, an abnormal energy reaction has been detected in the southeast direction."
"mark."
There are traces of a meteorite impact in the northwest direction.
"Send someone there."
"There is a faint fog-like reaction in the atmosphere, the composition of which is unknown."
Cui Ming's fingers paused for a moment, then slammed heavily on the control panel.
"Location locked".
"Yes."
Magnia, on the other hand, was somewhat surprised.
It huddled in a hidden cave, having crawled here after emerging from the impact crater. Purple liquid left sticky trails on the rocks, like the crawling of some giant snail. They merged, reforming into a larger core, and then—
Earth has plenty of energy.
Magnia's core emitted a satisfied hum. It extended tiny tentacles, probing into the ground, sensing the planet's pulse. Then it realized what was happening.
Yes! The energy content is definitely sufficient!
Too many cosmic monsters have died here!
Gakuzot, the Kirielod, the Steel-Panel Mask, Golza, King Black, Enemyna, the Nackle Alien… After these beings died, their energy didn't completely dissipate; instead, some seeped into the Earth's land, atmosphere, and water. To Magnia, this was practically a giant, unattended buffet.
But that's just right!
Relying on these energies.
Magnia was reborn.
Its core began to expand, and the purple liquid churned like boiling mud, splitting into more parasites. Those parasites crawled out from the cracks in the cave, like a swarm of purple ants, rushing towards the small village at the foot of the mountain.
This is why Cui Ming hates this kind of monster.
It always manages to revive.
You can smash it to dust, and it will grow from the dust. You can blast it into ashes, and it will rise from the ashes. As long as there is a core, as long as there is a trace of energy, it can grow wildly like weeds, reproduce like cockroaches, and spread like a virus.
However, Magnia, now fully resurrected, didn't court disaster; instead, she chose to start causing trouble in a small village.
It didn't swagger into the city, nor arrogantly destroy buildings, nor foolishly reveal its location. It chose the most covert, insidious, and undetectable method—
It parasitizes the villagers using its parasites.
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A small village, at night.
Fog is rising.
The fog wasn't ordinary fog; it was milky white, with a slightly sweet, fishy smell, like the breath of some kind of creature, surging in from all directions, silently filling every street, every house, and every corner. The villagers frowned in their sleep, feeling an itch on their necks, like a mosquito bite. They reached out to scratch, but their fingers touched not skin, but something sticky and cool.
Like an onion.
It has feet like an arthropod.
The parasites condensed from the mist, about the size of a fist, covered in purple slime, with six slender, well-jointed legs extending from their base, silently crawling across the pillow, the sheets, and the neck of a sleeping person, like spiders.
Then, they opened their tiny mouthparts at the bottom and attached themselves to the villagers' necks like suction cups.
"Well……"
An old man let out a muffled groan in his sleep, his eyes snapping open, but his pupils were already dilated. A parasite was firmly attached to his neck, its six thin legs piercing his skin like nails, and purple mucus spread along the blood vessels, forming hideous purplish-black lines under his skin.
The old man's body convulsed violently, his limbs twisting and stretching at unnatural angles as if pulled by invisible threads. His mouth was wide open, emitting a silent scream, but his vocal cords had been paralyzed by the neurotoxins released by the parasite, and he could only make a gurgling sound.
More parasites emerged from the mist.
They crawled into windows, slipped through door cracks, slid down chimneys, and seeped from cracks in the floor. The entire village was submerged as if by a purple tide, and every sleeping villager was clung to by these onion-like monsters, pierced by the thin legs of those arthropods, and corroded by the purple slime.
A mother held her baby, while a parasitic organism clung to both of their necks. The mother's eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, but her arms tightened mechanically, holding the baby even closer. The baby didn't cry; it just stared blankly, a trail of purple drool running from the corner of its mouth.
A young man tried to get up, but the parasite had already taken control of his nervous system. His legs moved stiffly like a puppet, step by step toward the wall, then with a "thud," his forehead hit the wall, and then another "thud." The parasite was draining his bio-energy; his body was being squeezed dry like a battery, each impact a byproduct of energy release.
The fog is getting thicker and thicker.
Lights flickered on in the village, but they weren't lamplight; they were the eerie purple glow of the parasites. One by one, the parasitized people rose from their beds and emerged from their houses, moving slowly through the mist like a group of walking corpses. Behind their necks, the parasites throbbed and pulsated, like beating hearts, drawing life energy and channeling it to the distant, glowing meteorite.
Magnia’s core expanded, expanded, and expanded again inside the cave.
It felt the constant influx of energy, felt the controlled puppets wandering through the village, and felt fear and despair as sweet as honey.
That's how it works.
No fighting, no destruction, no public announcement.
It's just parasitic.
It's just absorption.
It's simply about turning each vibrant life into a walking battery.
In the fog, an old man, parasitized, slowly turned his head, his empty eyes gazing at the highway below. There, a TPC patrol car was approaching, its headlights piercing the thick fog.
But the fog quickly swallowed up the car lights.
Like a huge, warm, sweet-smelling mouth, it swallowed everything.
Daigo and Shinjo noticed something was wrong.
The two drove their patrol car slowly along the mountain road. The fog grew thicker and thicker, abnormally so, like viscous milk, illuminating a distance of less than three meters with the headlights. Xincheng gripped the steering wheel, his palms sweaty. (End of Chapter)