AITAMITB Chapter 133

Zhao Xiaokui is an obedient child.

When Sheng Boming said to give him a taste, she really did. Of course, she wasn’t targeting the white old man, but rather the black young man standing behind him. She wasn’t audacious enough to provoke a big shot who could sit on an equal footing with Sheng Boming as a volatile fifth-tier supernormal being.

Although her current actions were not much different from provocation.

The black young man stared at her with disdain, his expression guarded.

What he didn’t know was that staring at Zhao Xiaokui was futile because the real attack came from behind him.

By the time he reacted, a water column like a giant dragon had already rushed from one end of the deck to the other.

If he hadn’t reacted in time, grabbing onto the railing at the edge of the ship, he would have successfully performed a fancy diving routine.

He cursed, “FU——CK.”

Sheng Boming patted Zhao Xiaokui’s shoulder, with a triumphant smile, “Well done.”

The gaze of the white old man fell on Zhao Xiaokui’s fish tail covered with a blanket. His mouth twitched slightly, seemingly amused, “Some skill.”

The black young man climbed up holding onto the railing.

This time, when he looked at Zhao Xiaokui, his eyes no longer held contempt but were instead filled with caution. Before Zhao Xiaokui made a move, he hadn’t even reacted, as if the crisis had descended from the sky without any warning, landing squarely on him.

You should know that he, who could come out to see the world following the big shots, had been a fifth-tier supernormal being for a long time. He thought he could easily dominate the younger generation this time, but unexpectedly, the first person he encountered gave him a resounding slap in the face.

The Nightwalker soldier pushing Zhao Xiaokui was someone she hadn’t seen before.

Ordinary-looking, easily forgettable, and exuding an uncomfortably low presence.

If it weren’t for the fact that the wheelchair didn’t have automatic navigation yet, Zhao Xiaokui would have almost forgotten that there was someone behind her.

After dealing with the black youth, she followed behind Sheng Boming and went to the meeting room on the warship.

As the hosts, they were naturally the first to arrive. Soon, a white old man representing the Freedom Tower followed the guidance personnel and walked in. When he sat down, Zhao Xiaokui saw the nameplate in front of him, Oliver Hood, a figure she had studied in the history books of supernormal.

The history of supernormals in human society is not very long. In the next ten minutes, more figures that Zhao Xiaokui had seen in history books walked up to her.

The main topic of this meeting was the havoc caused by the evil gods on the African continent, which had now turned into a domain of mystery.

Zhao Xiaokui thought that anyone with a brain should know that the topic to be discussed here should be about how to fight.

To her surprise, before discussing how to fight, nearly half of the people opposed launching an attack on this new domain of mystery.

“I believe this new mystery domain is far away from us and won’t pose any threat. As long as we can control the border between Africa and Asia-Europe, we can peacefully coexist with the evil gods.”

This statement came from a representative of a supernormal force in South America.

His strength was not even comparable to Zhao Xiaokui’s, but after he spoke, many similar small-power leaders expressed their agreement.

Zhao Xiaokui was almost amused by the foolishness and naivety of humanity.

Did they really realize what kind of existence they were about to face?

Daring to mention the words “peaceful coexistence.”

Humanity and monkeys can coexist peacefully because there is no mutual interest between the two.

When Homo sapiens became the dominant species on Earth, how many races, such as the Neanderthals, disappeared into the river of history?

Where did they get the confidence to naively believe that evil gods could peacefully coexist with humans?

Of course, some supported attacking the domain of mystery. They were mostly major forces like the Alliance of Gods, possessing some foresight. They believed that on their inhabited planet, having such a vast domain of mystery was too unsafe. It should be nipped in the bud promptly to prevent potential dangers.

Sheng Boming and Zhao Xiaokui had previously communicated with the domain of mystery. Amidst the heated argument, Sheng Boming suddenly called out to Zhao Xiaokui and said, “Xiaokui, among those present, you probably understand the evil gods the best. If you have any ideas, let everyone hear them.”

Seeing that some people seemed skeptical of Zhao Xiaokui, Sheng Boming chuckled lightly and said casually, “Perhaps not everyone is aware that Comrade Zhao Xiaokui is a member of our Night Walkers. She is the fastest among us, awakening to reaching the Fifth Tier in a little over a year. Moreover, she was the first to discover and successfully capture the parasitic evil god we found within the borders of Huaxia.”

With Sheng Boming vouching for her, the gazes directed at Zhao Xiaokui became more peculiar.

Unfazed, Zhao Xiaokui faced the scrutiny of these prominent figures. Sitting up straight, she asked, “Fellow human beings, do you truly understand what kind of existence the evil gods are?”

“Do you know how they survive?”

Her two questions sparked a lively discussion, creating a chaotic atmosphere like a marketplace, with various opinions and discussions.

In the end, Sheng Boming regained control, clearing his throat and saying to Zhao Xiaokui, “Don’t keep them in suspense, just tell them.”

All eyes turned to Zhao Xiaokui.

With a solemn tone, she began, “The relationship between us humans and the evil gods is a matter of life and death.”

“They are remnants of a previous civilization, hiding in the crevices of time and space, not accepted by this world. They can only enter our world through smuggling – crossing checkpoints, bypassing borders, creating false identities… But unlike ordinary smugglers, the identities the evil gods obtain through smuggling must be real.”

“I believe everyone here has encountered the sacrifices made to the evil gods. Through formations, they sacrifice the lives and souls of living beings to the evil gods, exchanging them for power. This is actually a way to assist the evil gods in smuggling. After receiving sacrifices, the evil gods, once abandoned by civilization and nowhere to go, gain a destiny that allows them to extract power from the river of time.”

“But the fate of an individual is limited, especially for ordinary people. Their fate often spans only a few decades to a hundred years. However, before becoming evil gods, most of them are superhumans of the Seventh Tier or above, reaching the Eighth, Ninth, or even Tenth Tier. Their lifespans are unknown, and do you think they would willingly accept sacrifices from just one person, exerting great effort, and staying in this world for only a few decades or at most a hundred years?”

Impossible.

That was the answer everyone had in their hearts.

“If they want to continue living, they have only two options. One is to treat the current rulers of civilization, that is, us humans, like we keep livestock, choosing one of us whenever the fate of a person is exhausted, slaughtering them to obtain a new identity and continue living in this world. The other is to exterminate the vast majority of us humans, wipe out the civilization we have created, and force the world to acknowledge their existence.”

“Regardless of which option they choose, our relationship with them is a fight to the death.”

Zhao Xiaokui’s words made everyone inexplicably break out in a cold sweat.

Many among them had dealt with evil gods before, and they knew how powerful their forces were. Therefore, they were unwilling to confront the evil gods who had created the enigmatic territories on a large scale. In their view, as long as the enigmatic territories did not border their own lands, it had nothing to do with them.

Only when Zhao Xiaokui clarified the pros and cons between the two options did they suddenly feel a chill down their spines.

Someone questioned, “Why do you understand the situation of evil gods so well?”

Zhao Xiaokui pointed to her own temple, “Because I once devoured the soul of an evil god, and I have a special favor on me. Therefore, I know more about them than you do. You can choose to escape, then be killed by the evil gods like livestock, or you can choose to resist, and bravely go into battle. This is a personal choice. I don’t force anyone to become a coward or a hero. What I want to say is—”

“In the wars of civilization, there has never been the word ‘peace.’ It’s either advance or retreat, live or die.”

Sheng Boming watched Zhao Xiaokui speak from the side.

She sat in a wheelchair, her position a bit lower than others, and the lower backrest made her less imposing.

However, when she spoke, every person she glanced at with those dark golden eyes unconsciously showed signs of submission and obedience.

On her slender body, there faintly emanated an aura described as that of a ruler.

Zhao Xiaokui’s words successfully persuaded the majority.

The remaining few who were inclined to protest were powerless, as their voices were too weak to be taken seriously by others.

They immediately started discussing the methods of attack, the supply of resources, and even the allocation of resources after a successful resistance.

As for failure?

No one was willing to discuss that issue.

Just as Zhao Xiaokui had said, it’s either live or die.

The meeting lasted for three days, with various plans being formulated and then overturned.

Their understanding of the evil gods and the anomalous domain was too limited, with very little contact. Surprisingly, the only reliable source of information was Zhao Xiaokui.

During these days, every bit of transcendent knowledge in her mind was excavated and presented to everyone for detailed discussion.

After gathering information from various sources, they finally outlined the current situation of the entire anomalous domain in Africa.

“We believe that currently, there are mainly two major evil gods in the anomalous domain. One is a god formed by the collection of ancestral spirits worshipped by the sacred totem. It exists in the chaos, indifferent to friend or foe, relatively easy to approach, but difficult to kill. The other is the evil god Tullust summoned by the End of the World Sect. In legends, it is depicted as a giant python capable of swallowing the moon and the sun. Besides these, there are also anomalous spirits formed by the anomalous domain itself. Breaking through this anomalous domain to harm the gods inside is not an easy task.”

This was destined to be a challenging war.

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