AITAMITB Chapter 150

Ye Ying’s discovery didn’t escape Zhao Xiaokui’s notice.

The worst assumptions fell flat, and she took a deep breath, feeling as if her lungs were entangled with a bundle of knives.

The reason the mysterious realm was called so was precisely because it was a strange place unsuitable for human existence.

The essence of the mysterious realm stemmed from the contamination of the power of the evil god, creating an independent space. In simple terms, it was an area contaminated by the extraordinary power from the evil god, similar to the radiation zone formed after the Chernobyl explosion. Creatures living in this land either melted in the fire during the explosion or were forced to change their forms and even genes, actively adapting to the environment.

Why, in the extraordinary world, were ordinary people and superhumans living separately?

The reason was simple; living together posed a significant radiation risk for both superhumans and ordinary people.

For the former, this radiation was beneficial, representing a manifestation of the extraordinary energy in their bodies. For the latter, this power was unknown and could lead to unpredictable mutations. These changes could be positive, promoting the awakening of extraordinary genes in ordinary people, or negative, descending into the endless abyss.

Currently, Huaxia has not yet separated ordinary people from superhumans because the awakened superhumans were mostly of average level, resulting in less radiation. Moreover, high-level superhumans with stronger radiation were either already incorporated or on their way to being incorporated, with specialized instruments restricting the radiation they emitted.

The mysterious realm formed by the evil god and the radiation generated by superhumans have fundamentally different natures.

After all, contemporary superhumans share the same genetic foundation and a similar destiny as ordinary people. If the impact of the radiation they produce on ordinary people is considered fifty-fifty, then the likelihood of positive effects from the evil god’s mysterious realm is less than 0.01.

Zhao Xiaokui had suspicions when interacting with Julia.

The situation Ye Ying discovered happened to confirm her suspicions.

Julia, unaware of what was happening, felt curious and somewhat inexplicably frightened.

Ye Ying belatedly realized this…

Muttering to himself, he said, “But isn’t Julia a superhuman?”

Through the power of faith, Zhao Xiaokui could observe certain situations nearby. She caught Ye Ying’s soft murmuring and asked Julia, “Julia, the telepathic ability between you and Salabie appeared after coming to the Sacred City, right?”

Julia replied, “Yes, it appeared after coming here. Salabie and I are twins. Before, we could vaguely sense each other’s thoughts or some events, but it was blurry. Later, after coming to the Sacred City, I was too bored, and I thought it would be nice if I could chat with Salabie. Unexpectedly, one day, I suddenly heard Salabie’s voice in my mind.”

“At the beginning, our conversations were intermittent, just like a phone with a bad signal,” Julia said, unable to suppress a laugh, “We often started calling each other like ‘hello, hello,’ and it often took quite a while to reconnect, not like now, where we can chat whenever we want…”

The girl was still very young, and there was a hint of shyness in her smile.

But Zhao Xiaokui’s heart sank.

If she had clung to the last glimmer of hope before, Julia’s words shattered that hope completely.

She became a superhuman under the influence of the mysterious realm.

In other words, her abilities could be considered a gift from the evil god.

There were many people like Julia within the mysterious realm.

Not only within the Sacred City but also outside, there were many individuals in similar circumstances.

Even among the people the Zhao Xiaokui’s squad had previously rescued, many were in this situation.

They had already been tainted, assimilated, gradually becoming a part of this world.

Perhaps, as the mysterious realm continued to spread, from one day onwards, they might even become two distinct groups, starkly different from the external human population.

But now was not the time for lamenting. Time on the wristwatch ticked away, and Zhao Xiaokui systematically opened the specially crafted nutrient packs, pouring them into her mouth one by one. The high-concentration liquid accumulated in her stomach, swiftly digested by cells, breaking down and transforming into energy, supplying her entire body.

Golden fish scales flashed across her body.

Zhao Xiaokui flexed her wrists, and ankles, and rotated her neck. The will to fight gradually surged, and her amber eyes transformed into cold, dark gold, emitting an inhuman aura.

Sucha recited a Buddhist mantra, repeatedly stepping back dozens of paces, only feeling the air beginning to flow again.

He looked at the distant figure standing there, a genuine sense of respect welling up within him.

Because in the upcoming battlefield, only Zhao Xiaokui in the entire squad was qualified to participate as the main force.

The others’ task was simply to preserve themselves in the instant the mysterious realm was shattered and withdraw to a safe distance.

The residents of the Sacred City finally sensed the uneasy atmosphere.

The deeper the residents were tainted by the mysterious realm, the more intense the unease they felt.

A significant portion of the power of Zhao Xiaokui came from the power of faith.

This power represented her connection with the world. When she started using this power, it indicated that the world had already sensed the existence of the mysterious realm and had begun actively rejecting its intrusion.

Those assimilated were the ones being rejected.

Ironically, those on the brink of death in the city, sickly and on the verge of dying, did not experience the same panic.

Even the infected felt unease. As the owner of this mysterious realm, the god Isaac naturally couldn’t be oblivious to this. In fact, the moment it sensed the change, it pushed aside the men and women sitting around it. This man, who appeared no different from an ordinary god to the regular residents, stood up and walked to the balcony, gazing in the direction of Zhao Xiaokui.

“What’s going on, my dear?”

A woman in a bikini caressed his muscular arm. Isaac narrowed his eyes, a dangerous expression coloring his face, like a fierce beast discovering prey on the grassland. “Have some little pests entered?”

These attendants serving Isaac were unaware of his true identity.

They only knew that they were serving an important member of the End of the World Sect. If they could win his favor and secure a place among the godly, becoming an elite wasn’t an impossible feat. Therefore, this group of chosen individuals, selected from the average and even lower-class citizens, went to great lengths to please Isaac.

At this moment, Isaac’s interest in Zhao Xiaokui far surpassed his interest in these people.

A wicked smile played on his lips, and his body underwent a drastic transformation—

Muscles continuously expanded, tearing through the skin to reveal a surface drenched in fresh blood. The shriek of a woman echoed as she hid behind the sofa. Others were equally horrified, especially considering that Isaac’s transformation showed no signs of stopping: His figure continued to grow, from the standard height of over 1.8 meters to nearly three meters, and dark, dense scales gradually emerged amidst the bloody muscles. One of those serving Isaac dared to glance at the scales from a distance, only to let out a miserable scream, blood tears streaming from their eyes.

A terrifying aura spread from Isaac.

In the room, both women and men began to feel suffocated in the presence of this overwhelming aura.

Some tried to speak, only to realize their voices couldn’t escape their throats. When they turned around, they discovered their companions, at some point, had started bleeding from all seven orifices, collapsing to the ground. In a matter of breaths, the last person lost their breath, their skeletons even making a crunching sound, like being crushed by a hydraulic press, gradually turning into a pile of mushy amalgamation.

“It’s been a long time since I saw someone with such courage. I hope you don’t disappoint me…”

Isaac licked his lips.

He was a deity who loved peace, but sometimes being too peaceful wasn’t ideal; life always needed a bit of spice.

The level of this warrior who came this time was unknown. Would they be enough for Isaac to swat with a single slap?

If they died too quickly, life would become too dull for Isaac.

The opposing auras on both sides continued to intensify. Zhao Xiaokui naturally sensed the evil and immense aura emanating from the so-called Sacred City, making her feel as if she were facing an open gateway to hell.

In fact, if there were truly a hell in the world, wasn’t the place where the evil god resided a gateway to hell?

Zhao Xiaokui silently counted the time in her heart.

Ten, nine, eight…

As she was about to count down to one, the ground beneath her feet exploded, and a raging stream of water lifted her toward the sky. A golden mermaid silhouette appeared behind her, and the fishtail vigorously swung toward the Sacred City.

Seeing the silhouette, Isaac’s eyes lit up. He decided to retract his lethal attack, using only thirty percent… No, no, one percent of his strength. After all, this was the legendary golden mermaid. What if a full-force slap killed her?

Excitedly contemplating, Isaac had already considered Zhao Xiaokui as his prize, even planning how to minimize the damage she would endure—after all, mermaids were common, but a golden mermaid was a rare sight.

Strange magnetic field fluctuations began to spread.

The residents living in the Sacred City all simultaneously felt nausea and dizziness.

An invisible force spread.

Crack—

Unheard breaking sounds echoed. When Isaac’s expression slightly changed, the power he had unleashed couldn’t be retrieved.

Several powerful attacks landed simultaneously on his body. At this moment, before he could transform into a state of nothingness, he took a solid blow.

“No—” The evil god emitted a painful roar.

His body shattered in mid-air, turning into flesh and blood falling towards the ground, instantly corroding a large area.

A howling black mist surged, and at the same time, countless residents of the Sacred City suddenly emitted piercing screams, forcefully scratching their own skin with their hands, not stopping until the exposed flesh and blood inside were revealed.

Numerous fresh flesh separated from their bodies, rising slowly towards the rolling black mist.

On the warship:

“Holy Light Missile ready—”

“Launch!”

Daytime meteor.

Both Zhao Xiaokui and Sheng Boming, along with others, hesitated and stepped back.

With booming sounds, the missiles made of high-concentration holy water exploded in mid-air, creating a mushroom cloud that soared dozens of yards high.

Isaac, the evil god: Wasn’t it supposed to be a brave warrior challenging the demon king? Why did it suddenly turn into a group brawl?

Zhao Xiaokui: Only idiots go for personal heroics. Why not use guns and cannons? Do you have a problem with your brain?

Zhao Xiaokui didn’t feel at all that her suggestion to Sheng Boming and the others to use Holy Light Missiles for a comprehensive attack was inappropriate.

She was prepared to counter Isaac’s blood and flesh absorption move.

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