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The boy ran hard in order to take his Essence Fruit as quickly as possible. It was a red Essence Fruit that looked like a nut, but it was actually not a nut. This Essence Fruit was very strange. It looked thick. The husk actually only has a thin layer. ∈↗What’s surging inside is not juice, but Magma. But the young man didn't know that. Only his fleeting figure was left outside the military base, and then he entered the dense forest. There is Human Forbidden Zone, Beasts' Hall. But it is destined that if this young man does not die now, he will definitely bring about killing and death in the future. Because in Gathering Place, there are heart-wrenching cries and Howls. The female Child was pressed entirely on a Foam Board, her body was still covered in water stains, and the floor was covered with foam containing shower gel and shampoo. The fat man with a ferocious face pushed the girl down hard on the Foam Board and straightened his body hard. This fat man is called a Superpowered Individual. Although Superpower is useless, his strengthened body is still substantial, including a certain aspect. Anyway, now Sixth Master is killing Sifang electric motors. The girl under him suffered. If it was before Sixth Master became Superpowered Individual, it would only be one, two, three, which is just a short period of pain. But now this bastard has actually become Superpowered Individual, and almost no one in the entire street has the heart to watch this scene, except for those brothers brought by Sixth Master. The blood on the ground almost dyed the Foam Board red. The girl was already crying. The pain made her whole body twitch, and the pain in her lower body was even more unbearable. Especially Sixth Master, who has become a Fellow of Superpowered Individual, even faster. I don't know how much time, maybe ten minutes. Maybe half an hour, anyway, Sixth Master and this Fellow are tired of playing with the lower body that was just destroyed. His eyes were fixed on another place again. The girl's body was as soft as a rag on the ground, unable to move at all, leaving only her last breath. It's a pity that Sixth Master didn't give her this chance at all. He gave the person next to him a look, and someone immediately took out an injection and injected it into the girl's body. Devil's Blood, that is the most vicious poison of Post-Apocalypse. It can make people lose their souls, but when it is first injected, it will greatly stimulate themselves, all senses will be expanded tenfold, and death will never occur. Until the person's sanity is completely destroyed. Now, Sixth Master injects the most vicious injection into the girl, and then aims the crotch thing at the other hole of the female Child.
The girl instinctively sensed that something was wrong. The moment she was injected, it felt as if the wind around her had turned into knives, slicing against her skin with a painful sting. But soon, she felt a deeper pain in her lower body, a pain that pierced to her very core. Human pain is categorized into ten levels, and the agony of childbirth multiplied tenfold was what she was experiencing now. Yet, she could not allow herself to faint. She could not let herself stop; the pain relentlessly shattered her sanity.
But in the next moment, an even greater pain struck her, a torment akin to that of a demon. A thick, grotesque appendage entered the girl's body, followed by another round of devastation.
It was horrifying; the girl was on the brink of collapse. Yet the power of Devil's Blood prevented her from breaking down; she could only continue to endure the suffering. The demonic agony made even the thought of death seem impossible.
She was just a blossoming young girl, one who should have been receiving affection from classmates during the Post-Apocalypse era. Notes from male classmates would have quietly slipped between the pages of her books.
The care of teachers, the love of parents, the concern of elders—those things were all gone now, erased from this moment onward.
At her age, every memory in her life was filled with sorrow, an endless cycle of grief.
All that remained was a heart-wrenching sensation, followed by waves of disorientation. Yet the pain never ceased; it would never cease.
From this moment on, everything became fixed in her mind, trapping all consciousness within a confined space. Outside, she became a mere shell of a person, with no chance of freedom ever again—unless perhaps by some miracle that could awaken her instincts once more.
But that would certainly not be a good thing; it would be better for her to die because she would forever wander in suffering without any hope for relief.
Devil's Blood—that was humanity's hell. Those who had never experienced it would never know its true taste.
However, if one thought this was the end, they were mistaken. The Sixth Master was someone who killed without blinking an eye; there were countless ways to deal with a girl like her, even though she now completely obeyed his control.
He still played with her like a broken doll for over two hours. Yet she remained alive; her bodily functions still persisted because her spirit had already shattered. The power of Devil's Blood within her severed the sensations in her organs. Even if they rotted away, no consciousness would reach her mind, and naturally, no self-destructive commands would be issued.
Scientists have proven that at the moment of human death, the brain sends countless self-destruct commands to every organ and nerve, ensuring complete cessation of all bodily functions to prevent any possibility of recovery.
The Signal released by the body, along with adrenaline and Anandamide, indicates complete death once the brain emits this Signal.
However, those who have faked their deaths are exceptions to the rule. Because this Signal is obstructed, they still have a chance of revival after a certain period, provided the Signal reaches its destination, leading to a return to life.
This is due to the fact that the most important and mysterious tissue within the body has self-destructed. This substance is referred to as the soul in the Post-Apocalypse.
Now, the girl known as Child can no longer release this Signal. The organs within her body are continuously enhanced by Devil's Blood. The Devil's Blood she is subjected to is a reinforced version, a product developed after the apocalypse, possessing formidable effects. It was originally created in laboratories for controlling ordinary people and became an auxiliary product.
It was acquired by the leaders of these organizations and then used on those who disobeyed.
At that moment, while the Sixth Elder Beast was in a frenzy, a series of roars echoed from outside, coming from the distant forest.
The trees in the forest were covered in dark red Toxic Sores, with drops of red liquid oozing out. The liquid flowing from these Toxic Sores resembled Magma.
The dry yellow leaves on the ground began to ignite, emitting astonishing heat from within. Inside its stomach, that strange fruit had completely shed its skin, leaving only the interior filled with Magma. Then came a widespread eruption of Magma, coursing through its veins all the way to the brain. Within its body, there was no high temperature; instead, intense waves of Vital Energy surged throughout.
Half an hour? An hour?
It wasn't until more than two hours later that it regained consciousness, but tears streamed down its face as it felt it had lost something.
It had lost the most important thing in its life. Clutching its chest and gazing at its own Toxic Sores, what was once delicate skin had turned into a mass of wounds, making it seem as if it had been pulled from Magma.
Its eyeballs had transformed into a completely rocky structure.
It was nearly impossible to call it human anymore; however, it retained the power and reason bestowed upon it by a peculiar Mutated Plant, which bore an Essence Fruit. This fruit contained all the power of the Mutated Plants. When the fruit was born, the Mutated Plants perished.
The power of this fruit was unmatched, and no one could withstand it. Yet he had succeeded.
The cost, however, was a form that was neither human nor ghostly.
Glancing at his own body, he charged toward the Gathering Place, heading for the Tiger Mouth Military Base, where the most important person in his life awaited.
Though he was certain that a long time had passed, what if he could still save her? What if his sister was still holding on?
If he failed to rescue his sister due to a moment of hesitation, he would carry that guilt for a lifetime.
Fueled by a surge of rage, he burst into the Gathering Place.
It was indeed a blaze of fury; flames surged within him, and the strange power emanating from his body twisted like the harbinger of doom. No one could help but fear such power. Gradually, he reached the place where he lived, heading toward the direction of the tattered tent. From a distance, he could see that his tent had been completely overturned. A fat man, resembling livestock, was sprawled on the ground, moving restlessly. And on the ground lay a delicate figure with pale skin.
That was his sister's body. He knew her too well. Since the apocalypse began, he had taken care of her. Though he had never seen her fully unclothed, he could still recognize her; it was an unbreakable bond of blood.
But now, his beloved sister was pinned to the ground by that fat man, who continued to move over her. His sister's eyes were vacant, as if she had lost her soul. As a Superpowered Individual, he even sensed that something within her was being restrained.
Rage boiled over; endless fury steamed from his head.
The Sixth Master turned to glance at him and immediately drew a weapon from behind—a Butcher's Knife.
The blade was stained with blood, clearly indicating that someone had just met a gruesome fate.
"Kid, you'd better get lost; this is Tiger Mouth Military Base. The Commander inside will ensure that all troublemakers meet their end without a burial place. Don't think just because you're a First-Level Esper you can do anything!" The Sixth Master shouted menacingly, though his hands trembled uncontrollably.
"I want you to pay in blood!" The magma erupted from his body, drenching the Sixth Master.
"Ah!" A scream like that of a slaughtered pig echoed, followed by the smell of human flesh being cooked. The Sixth Master swung the Butcher's Knife, retreating continuously.
But Lin had no intention of letting him go; he absolutely could not let him escape! His eyes were shining with a light that seemed almost blinding.
Lin grabbed the Sixth Master, his eyes darting rapidly, the pupils radiating immense power.
The force that shot from his eyes circled around the Sixth Master's gaze before returning to his own.
Then, one could see the Sixth Master's body slowly stiffening, his eyes turning completely black, resembling a stagnant pool of water. He looked just like someone who had been struck by Devil's Blood.
"Devil!" The Sixth Master's subordinates scattered in panic.
Meanwhile, Lin quietly walked over to his sister, cradling her in his arms as he stepped away from Tiger Mouth Military Base.
At that moment, in his eyes, the image of the struggling Sixth Master lingered.
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