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"Scoundrels! You are all scoundrels." With tears in his eyes, Wang Qi, once overweight, felt his power beginning to surge. His superpower gradually manifested, but he lacked the ability to directly kill his enemies with it. Instead, he activated all the rocket launchers around him, his right hand pressing down on the red button.
His superpower generated countless metallic fragments that transformed into ant-like creatures, infiltrating the walls of the enemy's stronghold. Gradually, Wang Qi began to understand the situation inside.
His body turned pink, sweat pouring down as the number of ants diminished. The vitality of these creatures weakened as they moved away from him because they were not living beings; they were merely metallic fragments altered by Wang Qi's superpower.
Zheng Yifan silently observed everything Wang Qi was doing. He needed to seek revenge on his own, without assistance.
If he intervened, Wang Qi would surely be grateful for Zheng Yifan's help in avenging him. But what about later? Wang Qi might believe he could accomplish nothing on his own, as what he was attempting now was exceedingly difficult for him. Success seemed a distant possibility.
At that moment, Zheng Yifan hoped for his own successful revenge, to truly stand in the midst of slaughter and experience his own path of combat, while also understanding his own superpower.
Every action he took now would exceed expectations because this world was fair and required inspiration. Although Wang Qi had once been overweight, it could not be denied that he was a nimble fat man—a remarkable one—whose combat ability and development of superpowers were extraordinary.
Zheng Yifan did not know where his future lay; he only wished to be a witness to see how immense the power of that explosive fat man could become.
Now, although Wang Qi was no longer overweight, his body began to swell slowly, like steamed buns rising. The power expanding within him felt like steam. The metallic sphere beside him continuously absorbed vital energy and filled his body with it.
Gradually, Wang Qi sensed the presence of enemies. He located them through signals circulating in the air, and then his ants began searching for an entrance.
The enemies were hiding in a shelter, certainly not above ground. They could attack city structures with their formidable weaponry and knew those places were unsafe; only underground was secure because missiles could not reach there.
However, Wang Qi was clearly an anomaly. He could modify weapons and thus could also alter missiles.
After some time of spreading out, the metal ants dwindled in number until only one remained.
This last ant gradually traversed through tents and numerous buildings, passing by military positions and weapon caches.
This area had once been an abandoned military camp; naturally, such places existed. However, after the army relocated, it became a site for local authorities.
They had moved here because there was a weapon cache—an enormous stockpile of stored weapons. Thus, they came here to empty it out; they had no choice but to relocate.
This led to an awkward situation where large weapon warehouses were relatively scarce.
They could arrange for those stationed in former military camps to operate the military equipment, while he made his way to the air raid shelters and underground refuges from the time of the War of Resistance.
That was a truly safe place.
But it was no longer safe. Zheng Yifan had created an Avatar of the Believers, a surveillance Avatar that quietly followed behind an ant.
The Avatar of the Believers belonged to Zhou Rui; its entire form was shapeless and invisible, allowing it to infiltrate smoothly. The lone ant seemed to have found its target, climbing silently and at an astonishing speed. It moved faster than a rat, and he couldn't fathom how it achieved such speed.
Zheng Yifan gradually noticed something strange. Was this the hiding place of that Fellow? He wanted to deny it because the entrance he had received was different from this one.
Then he saw the ant squeeze through a peculiar gap in the underground.
A ventilation duct!
No matter what kind of underground structure, there must be a ventilation duct present. The design of this shelter's duct was quite ingenious, located about half a meter above the ground on a wall.
The entire wall appeared ordinary, with only thin gaps visible. Zheng Yifan transformed his Avatar of the Believers into mist and entered.
Once inside, the ant could clearly locate its target. The entire ventilation duct had a massive exhaust fan; from the outside, it looked relatively normal. However, upon entering, one could see that it was a vast ventilation system, with countless tiny holes ensuring air circulation and numerous air purification systems in place, even featuring air filtration systems at the end.
These devices seemed relatively new, possibly constructed during some engineering project. Yet their quality was surprisingly good; the entire ventilation system was manufactured with remarkable professionalism.
Zheng Yifan followed the ant for about ten minutes before finally spotting his target: a man in his teens who was continuously speaking into a microphone, his words perfectly interpreted by the Puppets outside.
It's you!
Zheng Yifan's heart stirred as Wang Qi beside him made a decision.
All the Vital Energy within him erupted instantly, flowing into the metal sphere. Then, he witnessed a missile that had been prepared disintegrate in an instant, breaking down into its most basic components before slowly transforming into a silver chain.
It resembled a centipede, covered in legs.
This centipede, once formed, was gradually enveloped by layers of metallic shells.
This was for the explosion; only in a sealed environment would the power of the blast be maximized. Quietly, this strange creature took shape after a minute, followed by Wang Qi's repeated strikes and the infusion of Vital Energy.
All the Vital Energy was poured into it, and the reason was obvious. Wang Qi's body trembled, his spirit waning. After waving his hand, he suddenly collapsed. Fortunately, he was sitting in a chair; otherwise, he might have hit his head.
After receiving the command, the creature suddenly moved on its own, as if it were alive, rushing out.
It charged forward without knowing what danger was.
Zheng Yifan understood that this was the power bestowed upon him by Wang Qi—a temporarily intelligent metal being, a bizarre creation.
But its power was undeniable. (To be continued.)
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