I became a god by treasure hunting after arriving 500 years early-Chapter 679 - 499 [Monster] VS [Ghost]
Chapter 679 -499 [Monster] VS [Ghost]
However, from the perspective of humans, tension and panic spread as that shadowy figure seemed to… perhaps… merely take a stroll through the city after passing Jin Bote.
“Jin Bote still has life signs!”
A wave of exclamations erupted in the reconnaissance room.
The Birdmen climbed up from the ground once again, temporarily casting aside their grief, and turned their eyes to the screen with nervous anticipation. Had their kin avoided disaster by drinking the “rainwater”?
“The effect of the rainwater is remarkable. Everyone’s life signs are normal! Divine Attributes have generally dropped to around 2 points.”
This was truly a blessing amidst misfortune.
Even the experts among humans were evaluating this solution.
If it really came down to the wire, humanity might also have to emulate the Lanpeng people’s approach. After all, dealing with [Monsters] was still better than dealing with [Ghosts].
“I think I can survive…”
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“Survive alone,” Lu Yuan thought to himself.
“If worst comes to worst, I’ll spend a few centuries repairing the [Immortal Palace] and transport myself to the Ancient Insects. Right now, the Immortal Palace can’t teleport living beings, but if I have a burst of Inspiration, I might figure out how to fix it.”
“When I’ve grown stronger, I’ll come back and slaughter all these Anomalies here.”
Of course, this was the worst-case scenario.
If humanity were entirely devoured by [Monsters], what chance did one lone survivor like Lu Yuan have to bring them back? That required technology and population—no single person could accomplish it alone.
He might ultimately join the Underground Alliance, living out the rest of his days in regret and self-reproach.
“Wait, it looks like there’s some change in Jin Bote’s brainwaves.”
“He… he woke up?!”
…
For some reason, within the cold darkness, Jin Bote found his consciousness gradually regaining clarity.
The dense shadows engulfed the entire room, and Jin Bote’s skin prickled as goosebumps erupted all over his body.
“What’s going on? Why am I awake? Is it because of the Mandala Fruit I ate?”
“Tap, tap-tap,” footsteps echoed from outside the building.
“Your Highness…” Several Dream Ability Users lying in their Power Armor next to him groggily opened their eyes and eagerly asked, “Did we succeed?”
“No, we didn’t. The [Monster] seems a little frightened and doesn’t want to shelter us anymore!” Jin Bote’s feathers quivered incessantly.
Panic instantly spread among the group.
“How can this be?!”
“Our Spiritual Network, made up of eight million individuals, isn’t so easy to devour. As long as I, the core, remain awake, the [Monster] can’t take everyone away.”
“The [Monster] actually fled! Damn it! How could it be so cowardly?”
Indeed, the pressure from the [Ghost] was too much—not just for the Lanpeng people but even for the [Monster], which seemed to harbor an instinctive fear.
The Lanpeng people, though they drank the rainwater, had not fully submitted. In fact, they even intended to form a Dream Spiritual Network to assimilate the [Monster] in return.
Thus, this cowardly Anomaly found itself torn between fleeing and lingering greedily for the Ideal Energy of the eight million people.
As the core, Jin Bote, who had consumed a Mandala Fruit, was the first to wake up.
“You all… Hurry up and enter the Dream. Drink more rainwater, quickly!”
“Your Highness, what about you?”
“Don’t worry about me. Just stay alive!”
Then came the sharp sound of metal being torn apart.
The [Ghost] breached the outer layer of thick metal doors as though the superalloy were mere paper.
“There’s no time. What should I do?” Jin Bote’s face was a mixture of fear and determination. At that moment, how he wished he had the [Bullet Time] ability to gain more time to think.
The [Ghost] crawled fast, the scraping noise of its scales against the ground heavy, oppressive, suffocating.
Turning a corridor, the distance between them was only dozens of meters!
Only a final layer of fiberglass stood in its way!
This was a towering Snake-man, its lower body severed halfway, leaving only its two arms and upper torso crawling along the ground, surrounded by dense shadows.
Even a single glance at the darkness could swallow one’s Soul.
The blood-red pupil on its forehead locked eyes with Jin Bote from a kilometer away.
Freezing cold, bone-chilling, with an icicle’s killing intent.
The [Ghost] surged forward with a speed faster than retinal reaction—not through Instant Teleportation, but physical hyper-speed movement.
Under this extreme, unbearable pressure, Jin Bote suddenly concocted a reckless idea.
Picking up the cup of rainwater, he drank it down as fast as he could, and at the same time, pressed the electroshock button.
“Faint! I need to faint!”
With a sharp “zap,” electricity coursed through his brain, and he collapsed stiffly into the Power Armor seat.
“Human friends… this is all I can do. The rest is up to you now.”
In the instant Jin Bote lost consciousness, the core of the Dream Network dissipated.
Dreaming is one thing; being electroshocked into a coma is another.
With a soft “crack,” the fiberglass shattered.
The [Ghost] entered the core chamber.
It prowled the room briefly before retreating slowly.
This city held far too many tempting sources of interest.
These here were merely small fry.
But this time, Jin Bote wouldn’t wake up again. He drank too much rainwater and electroshocked himself into unconsciousness—this time, it was permanent.
However, the changes were not over.
As Jin Bote sank into oblivion, the [Monster] felt its confidence returning.
This hidden Catastrophe-Level Anomaly from a Different Space grew restless.
Ultimately, it could not resist the allure of these eight million people who had proactively submitted…
An entire civilization’s act of surrender—it was unprecedented, laden with great fortune!
And that was “Luck”!
No amount of nurturing Snake-men could ever generate even the slightest bit of Luck!
The [Ghost] was devoid of emotion, but the [Monster] had feelings—along with a subtle intelligence.
Faced with such overwhelming temptation, it began to actively lower the Divine Attributes of the eight million, hoping to shelter them under its wing.
Once the [Ghost] left, it would devour them at leisure.
The [Ghost] and the [Monster], each scheming in the shadows, set their plans in motion.
…
Quincy City no longer had a single Awoken left.
Yet the city’s surveillance systems continued to dutifully relay terrifying updates to Green Grass City.
In the reconnaissance room, the Birdmen trembled with unease.
“We survived again,” they murmured.
“Most of the Hibernators still have life signs. The [Ghost] didn’t seem interested in them.”
Why was that?
“Did His Highness just wake up suddenly?”
“He saw the true form of the [Ghost] and then actively rendered himself unconscious… Here are some activity logs from the Power Armor,” reported an information officer from the Lanpeng Civilization.
Lu Tiantian, Hai Zhiyun, and others frowned, trying to piece together the narrative.
How could someone suddenly wake up?
Gradually, a single keyword crept into the discussion: [Monster]!
The [Monster] had fled?!
But as Jin Bote plunged into a complete coma, it quietly returned.
“What… what do we do now?!” Duke Magmit grimaced, his Birdman face a picture of despair. “His Highness is in a deep coma, leaving the Spiritual Network without a core.”
“The souls of all eight million in my civilization… will be devoured by the [Monster]!”
He couldn’t stop himself from wailing in sorrow.
The scene was utterly despairing, or perhaps hope had never existed to begin with.
Even the well-traveled Ratman clans sighed one after another, uncertain how to provide comfort.
Lu Yuan’s forehead was slick with sweat as his mind raced furiously.
“Drop one of the Floating Satellites above Quincy City. Target the Sanctuary… I don’t think it’ll be entirely destroyed,” he said.
“Ah… will that work?” Duke Magmit trembled as he spoke.
“We have no other choice. That [Monster] is cowardly, afraid of complications. If we provoke the [Ghost] into a rampage, it’ll immediately back off. We… We’ll have to bet everything!”
“Quick, satellite impact!”
…
With the issuance of a single command,
the Pandora Anti-gravity System of a Floating Satellite lost energy supply and plunged directly from the sky.
Like a brilliant meteor, it streaked down with a slight curve propelled by its plasma engine.
One had to admit, these reconnaissance satellites were sizeable lumps, nearly 10 tons of mass, crashing into the city with an explosion of great magnitude.
“Boom!”
Like a stone thrown into a lake, the once-silent city erupted into a long-awaited cacophony.
The [Ghost] cared little for low Divine Attribute beings.
But it did react somewhat to sound.
The [Ghost] appeared at the crash site of the satellite, directly above the large sanctuary. Constructed from thick reinforced concrete, the satellite only created a crater without compromising the overall structure.
Yet it inexplicably sensed a mysterious force encircling the city, seemingly seizing its spoils.
The [Ghost] unleashed an attack at the sky above.
With a burst of dark crimson light, the entire atmosphere was shredded apart.
In mere moments, a Catastrophic Level-18 storm swept through!
…
The [Monster] fled once again.
…
Of the three Floating Satellites in the sky, losing one didn’t inhibit their ability to transmit information.
Yet the chaos on the ground had far surpassed humanity’s predictions.
Following that overwhelming strike, entire city blocks crumbled one after another!
It was as if a nuclear bomb had been detonated in the city!
The resulting dust cloud coalesced into a ferocious tornado.
Back in the reconnaissance room, the Birdmen trembled with unease at what they’d witnessed—
Was the destructive power of a top-tier Anomaly now on par with nuclear weaponry?
The devastation from such an assault… How immense must their economic losses be?
Though most citizens hid inside the Sanctuary, no mechanical equipment could escape. Once destroyed, could the Lanpeng Civilization even hope to rebuild?
The Birdmen wore bitter expressions, their earlier optimism shattered. Even imagining survival now felt delusional—
Before an Anomaly of such immense power as the [Ghost], merely staying alive was a luxury.
Material possessions were no longer of any consequence.
