Chapter 136: The Battle in the Mist
"Whoa..."
"What?"
"What is this?"
"Am I not in Liba anymore?"
"Is this still the human world?"
Outside the station, the world had transformed into a sea of blood-red, twisted figures.
They moved through the white mist like countless ghosts.
Even though Malin was still somewhat mesmerized by Shen Yu, the moment she saw the horrifying scene outside, her face involuntarily paled.
She took several steps backward.
"Don’t worry."
"Those things can’t enter the station."
Shen Yu remained surprisingly calm.
"What we need to do now is shout."
"There is absolutely no other way out."
"We only have three minutes left."
"If we can save a few people by shouting to them, it all depends on their luck."
After taking several deep breaths, Shen Yu suddenly raised his voice.
"Hey!"
"Hey! Anyone out there, listen!"
"Don’t keep running forward!"
"Those monsters can’t enter the station!"
"Come back!"
"As long as you return to the station, you’ll be safe!"
"Do you hear me?"
"Come back!"
"Come back!"
His voice echoed continuously through the mist.
On the other side of the fog—
Gene Benua heard it.
At that moment, his head had barely regenerated.
Seven grotesque heads immediately swarmed toward him.
Their mouths were filled with steel-like nails and razor-sharp teeth.
They lunged forward.
Crunch!
The seven heads pierced through his forehead and viciously tore open his skull.
"Ugh..."
"Why?"
"Why are we supposed to go back to the station?"
Gene Benua’s expression was confused.
"But that voice sounds normal."
"At least I’m not being constantly bitten while listening to it."
"Why not give it a try?"
His consciousness flickered.
His fallen body suddenly began moving toward the station.
For a brief moment, his limbs regained control.
He crawled forward.
One meter.
Two meters.
Then—
Boom!
His head exploded again.
Blood mist surged through the air.
His body stopped moving.
A new head began reconstructing itself.
"Crawl faster!"
"Hurry!"
The instant the new head emerged, the seven heads were already waiting.
Their mouths opened wide.
But this time, Gene Benua had learned.
He immediately stretched his arms between the gaps of the seven heads, using his limbs to block their mouths.
Then he forced his body upright.
He sprinted forward.
Ten meters.
Twenty meters.
Then—
"Crawl!"
"Crawl!"
"Crawl!"
He continued struggling toward the station.
Not long afterward, Gene Benua suddenly saw something ahead of him.
Bill.
Despite having only one leg, Bill was actually ahead of him.
Even more strangely, Bill was crawling incredibly fast.
He had already covered nearly half the distance to the station entrance.
"You!"
"You lame piece of trash!"
"Why?"
"Why are you faster than me?"
"Why?!"
Gene Benua couldn’t understand it.
Although Bill had only one leg, his entire body seemed extraordinarily strong.
He crawled faster than an ordinary child could walk.
"Stop!"
"Stop right now!"
"You worthless piece of junk!"
"How can you be more important than me?"
"I’m a future national idol!"
"Stop!"
"Be my scapegoat!"
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
Several grotesque heads lunged toward Gene Benua.
His arms were bitten off.
His head exploded again.
But his headless body didn’t stop.
Instead, it suddenly accelerated.
Boom!
His heavy body slammed directly into Bill’s back.
Bill’s crawling immediately stopped.
"F*ck!"
"You damn stick!"
"Are you still trying to irritate people?!"
"If this were Beautiful Country, I’d make you kneel down and clean my shoes with your tongue!"
"Damn it!"
"I can’t crawl anymore!"
"You beast!"
As Bill cursed furiously—
Crunch!
A tumor suddenly burst open his head.
His skull exploded.
But Bill’s regeneration speed was even faster than Gene Benua’s.
In the blink of an eye, his head emerged again.
He gritted his teeth and stubbornly continued crawling.
Unfortunately—
He had barely moved forward when a pair of feet suddenly stepped onto his remaining thigh.
Gene Benua had recovered.
He was now standing on top of Bill’s body, deliberately using him as a stepping stone.
"You dead bastard!"
"You dare stay in front of me?"
"You damn stick!"
"Are you looking for death?"
"Get out of my way!"
Bill roared.
"F*ck!"
The two immediately began fighting while crawling forward.
Their bodies rolled through the mist.
Punches.
Kicks.
Bites.
Every few moments, one of their heads exploded.
Then regenerated.
Exploded.
Regenerated.
The two dragged bloody trails behind them as they slowly crawled toward the station.
Their progress became slower and slower.
"Hehehe..."
"Humans are useless."
"Useless."
"One of you will definitely die."
"Humans..."
"You can’t save anyone."
"You can’t save anyone!"
A massive head balloon suddenly pressed down in front of the station entrance.
Fourteen hideous, writhing heads were fused into its enormous body.
Their eyeballs moved together.
All fourteen faces stared intently at Shen Yu.
Shen Yu completely ignored the monster.
He calmly continued counting.
"480."
"479."
"478."
"When it reaches 180 seconds, if no one comes in..."
"We leave."
"Saving people increases our resistance to the dungeon’s risks."
"But not saving people doesn’t mean we can’t clear it."
Buzz—
As Shen Yu continued counting, a golden halo gradually approached the station entrance.
Buzz!
The golden light flickered.
Then—
It disappeared.
A figure suddenly appeared at the station entrance.
Menloa.
He was holding six head balloons in both hands.
Shen Yu stared at him.
Menloa looked back with surprise.
"Hey!"
"Didn’t you just say that everything would be fine once we got to the station?"
"You’ll know if you come in!"
Shen Yu looked at the muscular man suppressing six grotesque heads with both hands.
The corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
What the hell...
He can actually do this?
Golden Hero?
Buzz!
Golden light flashed again.
This time, without any prompt from Shen Yu, both Shen Yu and Menloa were enveloped by the golden radiance.
A magnificent golden palace appeared around them.
Menloa immediately moved toward Shen Yu.
The golden light surged.
Buzz!
The Golden Hero ability was lifted.
Menloa successfully entered the station.
Plop.
The six twisted heads around his neck suddenly drooped.
Their eyes slowly closed.
They looked as though they had fallen into a deep sleep.
Menloa stared at them in disbelief.
"Hey!"
"Hey!"
"It really works!"
"This is incredible, buddy!"
"Are you here traveling in Bear Country?"
"Wait for me later!"
"Come to my home!"
"I’ll let you ride a giant bear!"
Menloa excitedly slapped Shen Yu on the shoulder.
Shen Yu looked at him suspiciously.
For some reason...
This man looked incredibly familiar.
So I must have had a good relationship with him before.
Looks like I really did save the right person.
Menloa suddenly looked toward Malin.
"Buddy, is this your wife?"
"Why isn’t she talking?"
Shen Yu helplessly shook his head.
He didn’t bother explaining.
Instead, he started another round of counting.
"300."
"299."
In the center of the fog, the two eight-headed monsters were still fighting.
"You dead stick!"
"Ah!"
"You dare hit my face?!"
"Damn it!"
"I’ll kill you!"
Their rolling bodies continued exchanging punches and kicks.
Above them, the enormous head balloon watched the battle.
A strange, evil smile appeared across its countless faces.
The live-stream barrage erupted again.
Long Live America: Damn! Dead stick! You’re really getting bold! Acting like a woman and still dreaming of becoming an idol?
Long Live America: Good! Good! Good! If you hurt Lord Bill today, tomorrow the entire entertainment industry of Stick Country will have to come to Beautiful Country and kneel before us!
Strict Farmer: I see this kid has never been to the American station area. In the future, all those male stars from Stick Country should be sent to the American stationed army. Let them understand what Beautiful Country’s dominance means!
Cultural Heritage Must Be Applied: Wrong! Wrong! All the great people of Beautiful Country, we made a mistake! We’ll rectify it immediately!
Cultural Heritage Must Be Applied: All our stars will be sent to the American station area for education! Please don’t be angry!
Cultural Heritage Must Be Applied: As for Gene Benua’s family, we’ll send them to you too!
4004 Boy Group: Ah! We’re all going to debut!
4004 Boy Group: Damn you, Gene Benua!
4004 Boy Group: Let’s have our boy band accompany the beautiful soldiers!
4004 Boy Group: You bastard! It’s all because of you!
4004 Boy Group: For the sake of the entertainment industry, please just die already!
The barrage became increasingly ridiculous.
Inside the dungeon, however, the situation remained deadly serious.
Gene Benua clearly had the upper hand in the battle.
Unfortunately for him, his country was too weak to withstand the overwhelming barrage of insults.
One after another, viewers were openly wishing for his death.
666: I really didn’t expect this.
666: The person who used to flatter the beautiful soldiers the most—Gene Benua—is now attacking them the fiercest.
666: He calls them "beautiful big brother" one moment, then throws a CNM at them with his next punch.
666: Too real.
666: How ironic.
Once their memories were erased and the external pressure of their past identities disappeared, their true personalities had emerged.
And Gene Benua’s true personality was apparently not very pleasant.
Meanwhile, judging from the situation—
Gene Benua and Bill were probably trapped in a deadlock.
Neither could truly defeat the other.
But the problem was—
Once the Twilight Express arrived...
Both of them would die here.
The barrage continued surging across the screen.
"Die, bastard!"
"Get the hell out of here!"
The viewers watched nervously as the two grotesque monsters continued their bloody struggle in the fog.