All Novel Full Chapter 1010
Chapter 1010: Chapter 938 [Pioneer Chosen by the Gods]!
_1 Chapter 1010: Chapter 938 [Pioneer Chosen by the Gods]!
_1 Yes, it’s not a robbery but indoctrination, with guns aimed at everyone, the indoctrination forced upon them!
Super Tomato was utterly baffled as he faced the barrels of their guns.
As a direct descendant, he was taken seriously after arriving in Hong Kong with the foreman by boat.
The foreman immediately took him to the dock—
To meet the leader of the [Monster Repair Team], the top figure in Hong Kong’s black market monster trade: Hannibal Zhou.
It was here he came to know which monster organs were more valuable.
As the process was quite fast, he only remembered some of them:
[Muscle Tissue] can be used as a weight loss supplement and is also effective against Parkinson’s disease and hemiplegia.
[Internal Organs] can prevent heart disease and strokes, and can also treat insomnia, baldness, depression, and anxiety.
[Spinal Cord] can also work as a treatment for anxiety and can help improve mental fatigue.
[Reproductive Organs] can solve issues like lactation problems in postpartum women and urinary incontinence…
Even [Feces] is rich in nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium, making it an excellent agricultural fertilizer.
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——That said, Super Tomato would absolutely not try to transport monster feces to make money, absolutely not!
The smell was too horrifying!
It has a stronger stench than the 8x multiplied feces from “Hunter: Call of the Wilderness” game!
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“But…” Super Tomato asked his viewers, “They say that [bone powder] can be taken out of the game world.
What about this, er, [Monster Feces]?
If you could… huh——”
He and his viewers inhale sharply before quickly avoiding any mention of the word “feces”.
Next, he naturally became a member of the [Monster Repair Team].
His first task was to act as a small minion, accompanying the team for a trade in monster organs.
The trading spot was next to a shanty town.
9 years ago, when the monster [Avenger] attacked Hong Kong, it was killed by Hansen who drove the mech [Lucky No.
7], and its blood contaminated this land.
The monster’s skull was left here, and the shanty town was built near the remnants of the monster.
Today, the flesh and blood on the monster’s skull have disappeared, leaving only a huge skull.
The skull was transformed into a temple, becoming a gathering place for a cult that worships monsters.
Super Tomato heard all these pieces of information from the idle chatter of other minions while on the way to the trade.
At first, he didn’t pay it any mind, until they were halfway through the trade when a group of cultists suddenly surrounded them……
The cultists came out of nowhere, snatching away all the monster organs meant to be traded, and then a red-robed sacrificer, draped with two golden sashes, came out and began to “preach” without consent:
“Monsters are the messengers of the gods!
They bring divine punishment to mankind!”
“Resisting monsters will only deepen sin, so accept your fate!”
“Those who resist monsters will only meet stronger monsters.
The more intense the resistance, the quicker destruction will come!”
“Pray!
Pray to the gods, pray to the divine messengers!”
…
Super Tomato’s mind is filled with question marks:
“Are they crazy?
They’re encouraging people not to fight when the monsters are set on destroying mankind?!”
“Who would buy into this bullshit?”
It wasn’t until the sacrificer completed his ridiculous preaching and took them to a hideout beneath the Skull Temple that Super Tomato was surprised to find:
There were actually quite a few people who worshipped monsters!
Not only that, but this crowd wasn’t just messing around.
They were a formal group with people, weapons, and even technology!
He was infinitely shocked by the massive and complex equipment in front of him.
Although he didn’t understand what the complicated equipment was for, he recognized the monster organs in the large liquid jar—
It was a living [Monster Sub-brain]!
He had just received a pictorial book from the [Monster Repair Team], and the system would automatically mark anything recorded in the pictorial book.
“What the hell are these psychos trying to do?”
He found out soon enough.
One of the minions who had been gossiping on the road earlier was the first to be dragged in front of the machine and forcefully bound to a metal chair.
Seeing the helmet covered in electrodes in the hands of the sacrificer, he struggled desperately, pleading, “Please, spare me!
I have an eighty-year-old mother at home, a newborn child who just turned one month old, and a seriously ill wife!
I really can’t die!
Please!”
But the sacrificer ignored his pleas and fervently activated the machine with a fanatic look on his face.
The minion on the metal chair immediately jerked his head back and then fell slack.
His hands and feet shaking as if suffering from electric shock, his body trembled all over.
“Ahhhh~~~~”
The inhuman howl escaped from his mouth, his eyes quickly becoming bloodshot, as if they were about to burst.
Merely three seconds later, bloody tears genuinely started flowing from his eyes, followed by the onset of bleeding from his nose and ears…
In the end, this underling’s head fell heavily as if it had lost all support, it was uncertain if he had fallen unconscious or already died.
It wasn’t until then that the sacrificer disappointingly shook his head, instructing people to untie the underling from the chair and drag him away like a piece of trash.
“Is this…a sacrifice?” Super Tomato speculated.
“An electrocution sacrifice ritual?
Is your god this perverted?”
As soon as he finished speaking, he was pulled out of the crowd by these cultists.
Whether it was Super Tomato himself or his live-streamer community, no one was surprised.
—Anytime something aberrant and outrageous happened in the game, it was often prepared for the players…
Super Tomato took a seat on the metal chair without resistance.
Comments and the like were just random mutterings for the sake of the show.
Super Tomato’s sharp mind had already figured out what these cultists were doing—
The so-called “sacrifice” probably involved their “lambs’” brains being linked with the monster’s brain, akin to the neural link between the two pilots of a mech, using immense neural pressure to destroy their consciousness.
But Super Tomato was intrigued, wondering what could be seen in the consciousness of the monster.
To attain this intelligence, sacrificing a life was completely worth it—in fact, it was too good a deal!
Anyway, he had already downgraded the game to [12+], so what did pain and pressure…
Have to do with this 12-year-old child?
The sacrificer, dissatisfied with his calm, snarled and turned on the equipment.
In an instant, Super Tomato felt as if his consciousness was forcibly ripped out of his brain!
Without relay gel, spinal clamps, or internal circuit armor for buffering and protection, the sensation of consciousness movement became particularly brutal.
Next, his wrenched-out consciousness crashed into another mass of consciousness, which was a massive, wild, frenzied, and disordered consciousness.
After the two consciousnesses struggled to merge, Super Tomato didn’t see the rivers of consciousness and memory, but was directly swept into a rampage of turbulence!
He saw massive monsters wreaking havoc in a city, saw monsters marching on the ocean floor, saw the blue light of the passageway and the flashes in the passageway, saw snippets of DNA being shuffled and pieced together, and a monster being created from nothing…
Of course, he also saw the creator of that monster—
A humanoid creature with four arms, walking upright and bearing a striking resemblance to an aquatic insect.
This creature’s skeleton was outside its body, and it had semi-transparent wings and a strangely shuttle-like crown on its head…
But just as Super Tomato tried to make out more details amidst the frenzied stream of information, then this creature suddenly twisted its head and looked at Super Tomato!
Super Tomato was taken aback: “Is he looking at me?
But how is that possible?
I’m linked with the monster, right?”
But the very next moment, this bizarre creature made a strange noise at him.
He didn’t understand the creature’s language, but the System automatically translated for him —
“I see you.”
(I see you!)
“Chosen One!”
(The chosen one!)
These two sentences seemed to carry a tremendous impact, leaving Super Tomato unable to bear it, instantly disconnecting the link.
When his consciousness fully returned to his body, everything in front of him was covered with a hazy red tint.
Apparently, his eyes were also bloodshot, and his expression was most likely quite disheveled.
But he didn’t care about that.
Because in front of his eyes, an achievement trophy was slowly descending in the light.
Its name was —
[Pioneer’s Choice]!