I Am Your Natural Enemy

The skull was covered with charred black, and there was a large hole in the center of the forehead.

Wen Yan picked up the ram skull and casually hung it on the banner.

He pulled out the banner, glanced back at the millions of lost souls behind him, and continued forward.

By reaching here, it was already the place covered by the soaring bloody radiance.

On the other side, on the altar underground, the boss stood there, muttering curse scripture, and the gold bricks embedded in the altar seemed to melt, sketching out something following a predetermined path.

There were sinister symbols and runes from Divine Land.

As millions of lost souls approached here, all the symbols and patterns lit up.

The boss’s hair turned white instantly, and he became incredibly old, but then his appearance returned to youthful again, continuously cycling like this.

When Wen Yan was dealing with the ram-horned demon, he had already cycled many times.

He raised his head, looking upwards, feeling the movement above, and sensed the ram-horned demon falling at an unimaginable speed.

This time, the ram-horned demon wasn’t even banished, but forcibly killed, leaving only the ram skull representing the demon.

The boss stood motionless, his aura began to climb, and those constantly melting, surging gold bricks started to gradually disappear.

At the same time, the power gathered by over a million lost souls began to wane.

This was a trap he had prepared for a long, long time, keeping the lost souls just to accumulate enough power to complete this ritual.

The lost souls left now were not the entirety; many had already dissipated or been consumed.

In his logic, it was like those people sold their lifespan, body, soul, and everything to him.

Thus, these all belonged to him, and with enough gold containing special power, he could forcibly buy off everything using the power of transactions.

The final step was to complete this ritual, using the power of the millions of lost souls to forcibly push him onto a path he could never possibly complete in his life.

If it were in terms of money, it would equate to him earning at least thirty percent of the world’s wealth alone.

Impossible.

Luckily, people are the most valuable, their lifespan, body, soul, etc., all exceed the value of currency.

When there’s a corresponding transaction in the market, there comes a price.

With a price, what he held gained an estimation.

He could raise this estimation to a level no person or country could ever afford.

He only needed this value to be reached, that was enough, he didn’t even need to sell.

The preconditions he could never achieve in his life thus completed.

Now, what he needed was to truly incorporate all that "wealth" into himself in one breath and complete an ultimate advancement.

He didn’t care if those pillars were destroyed because he was confident that these lost souls would inevitably come here, as he was the root cause, the origin of everything.

Outside, the River of Lost Souls trembled slightly, the weakening became increasingly apparent, noticeable to a degree even some conscious lost souls could feel it.

Wen Yan listened to the lost souls’ words, realizing his previous speculation was correct, it was about delaying a little bit of time.

Why delay time? Because what that guy wanted to do had to be when these lost souls were close enough, like when covered by the bloody radiance, to start.

Wen Yan stood in place, watching the flag waving in the wind in front of him.

Keeping these lost souls, was it to absorb all their power into himself?

No, he had already grasped some of the lost souls’ power before.

Wen Yan thought of the assembly line slaughterhouse he saw first; he remembered seeing back then, every lost soul had something taken from them when they appeared, what’s left seemed to be thrown into the intersection like garbage.

Wen Yan turned around, looking at those lost souls.

"Do you remember our agreement?

I now understand why your resonance, which clearly reached such a high level early, hasn’t produced a qualitative change.

I previously thought he separated you to avoid too much accumulation causing qualitative changes.

Now I understand, he took a part of you, suppressing the appearance of that transformation.

You are all collateral held in pawnshops, no longer having complete autonomy.

I reached a consensus with you, I think, there’s no need for me to say much more.

This dog forgot one thing.

Humans aren’t always the creatures that come by the rules, by the laws.

Humans will overturn the table!

Now he starts devouring you, which means releasing the suppression on your transformation.

It’s time to make a choice.

Either follow the rules, let him benefit, allowing that filthy thing to complete an impossible advancement and transformation.

Or overturn these damned rules and establish a new one!

What will you do?"

With Wen Yan’s roar, his voice echoed in the river.

His will and anger precisely transmitted to every lost soul.

Behind him, the flag of justice burned with flames, growing fiercer.

The flames whistled by, blazing will, accompanied by radiance, scattered towards all lost souls.

The mark left on all lost souls ignited at this moment.

Regardless of waiting to die or resisting with all might.

No third choice.

The moment these lost souls were pulled out, they never had the thought of compromising with the enemy.

From the beginning, the agreement Wen Yan made with these lost souls gave them consensus.

After losing the final restriction, finally with these lost souls’ own will, they began their greatest transformation.

If not for the limitation stuck at the root, the thoughts of these lost souls should have already birthed a world boss.

But with Wen Yan’s intervention, detailing that consensus, everything changed.

At this moment, they chose to overturn the table.

They were, after all, not senseless, thoughtless, unconscious "wealth".

They had consciousness, thoughts, the desire for revenge, could feel pain.

Thus, when facing oppression, their only choice was to kill the one who controlled them.

Just as once the lofty slave-owners, even if holding guns, there will finally be a day they are overturned.

The power that should have been devoured by the altar’s boss began to be suppressed by unprecedented consensus; all the power was infused into the consensus of all lost souls.

And that mark on all lost souls became the bearer.

Fierce winds roared, the skies transformed, thunders roared, black clouds pressed down.

Marks on the bodies of each lost soul flew out, landing before Wen Yan.

Countless marks piled together; after being infused with all the power, they gradually condensed, forming a black stone tablet settling in front of Wen Yan.

On the altar, the boss’s face dramatically changed, the land began to tremble, the altar began to rise.

He could no longer absorb any power, his "wealth" revolted.

But he was too late to stop, also couldn’t stop it.

Himself began absorbing, which meant unlocking the final restriction.

Engulfed in flames, Wen Yan glanced back and smiled fiercely.

"Eat shit!"

He reached out a hand, cut open his palm, and under the illumination of the flag, left a bloody palm print on the stone tablet.

In an instant, the consensus of lost souls and the living, capable of spawning a world boss, thoroughly manifested.

Blood-red words floated on the back of the black stone tablet.