Era of Magic and Martial Arts

Once the defenses of the mind start to decay, they collapse entirely at once.

Luo Ji began to think that becoming a monster might actually be the optimal choice for humanity—especially if, after becoming a monster, one could still wear human skin, then it would be nearly perfect.

"I shouldn’t just limit myself to collecting the [Life Charts] of five human geniuses. My thinking shouldn’t be so narrow; I should learn from monsters."

He silently adjusted his goals in his heart:

"I should collect the Life Charts of five terrifying [monsters]; hmm, I’ll start with Feng Yuhuai!"

As for after gathering the Life Charts of five [monsters], the face of a monster would be branded on the mirror, asking him for surprises.

But by then, he would have evolved into a monster himself, so why would he fear monsters?

In Luo Ji’s mind, thoughts were spinning rapidly, and his blueprint for the future grew ever more dazzling.

He took a deep breath to suppress the excitement in his heart, turned to look at Cuicui and Li You Zhang, and revealed an expression of sorrow on his face:

"Yes, Feng Yuhuai devoured my friend. I must find an opportunity to kill her, but relying on my own Strength alone, I can’t do it."

He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over their faces, then solemnly extended his hand:

"My name is Luo Ji. Perhaps we should form an [Avengers] alliance!"

Cuicui and Zhang Liyou exchanged a glance. Cuicui was the first to reach out her hand, placing it on Luo Ji’s hand without hesitation.

In her eyes was a hint of determination, as if at that moment, she had placed all her hopes on the [Avengers].

However, Zhang Liyou didn’t fully trust Luo Ji. Her eyes held scrutiny, her brows slightly furrowed. After a moment, she slowly placed her hand on top.

But her gaze flitted to Luo Ji’s pants pocket, a trace of doubt in her mind:

"It seemed like Luo Ji was holding a strange mirror just now... It’s rare for a guy to carry a mirror around.

Plus, his pocket looks very flat, as if it didn’t have a mirror inside. Weird, but I clearly saw him put the mirror into his pocket."

Suddenly, Cuicui lowered her voice, exclaiming: "Look, Feng Yuhuai has stood up again!"

Zhang Liyou and Luo Ji immediately withdrew their hands and quickly turned their heads to look.

They saw the red thread in the sewage rapidly converging and wriggling, like a puddle of crimson mud slowly rising from the ground, gradually sketching out a humanoid torso and limbs.

Moments later, Feng Yuhuai staggered and stood up.

Her body remained slender, as if it had never suffered any harm. The red thread on her body shimmered, fading away like flowing water, transforming back into a complete humanoid form.

Even the tears in her clothes were neatly "mended" by the wriggling red threads, as if that fierce battle had never happened.

On the other hand, the neck of the Beautiful Spider was left with only a hideous severed end, black blood and pus still gushing out, dripping onto the ground with a hissing corrosive sound.

Feng Yuhuai curled her five fingers, and the Beautiful Spider’s fallen head was pulled back into her hand using a red thread.

"I’m so lonely, can you hug me, stay by my side?"

She politely "requested" the Beautiful Spider’s remains, her tone gentle as if asking a newly acquainted friend.

However, her actions were in stark contrast to her tone—her fingers like blades silently exploring into the now formless head, her fingertips touching deep, triggering a slight and discomforting sound.

Dark red filaments spread from her palm, like probing tendrils connecting to the depths of the head, beginning to extract the remaining essence.

The scene strangely conveyed an eerie, almost immersive sense of concentration.

As the filaments pulsated, the head’s form further collapsed, losing its last luster.

"Uh—uh—"

Feng Yuhuai’s face suddenly changed, and the sense of immersion instantly shattered.

Her body trembled fiercely, coughing out a mass of thick fluid, exuding a suffocating, decaying stench.

Her body slightly hunched over, a layer of ominous dark color surfaced on her face, as if poisoned.

The red lines that originally wriggled beneath her skin seemed to slow, losing their previous vitality.

Zuo Bai stood to the side, arms crossed, a fair and impartial observer.

After a moment, he nodded slightly, using a tone almost like an academic discussion, seriously commenting:

"It seems, in toxic resistance and digestion, the modifications of the Evil Sacrifice are far inferior to science."

Feng Yuhuai’s face grew uglier, what she had just swallowed had not alleviated her hunger, but instead churned her stomach, even making her vomit bile.

Her stomach emitted a series of shameful "gurgling" sounds, as if mocking her stupidity.

"Despicable!"

She gritted her teeth, spitting out the words, her pitch-black lips slightly numb from the toxin, twitching uncontrollably.

She raised her hand to wipe the stain at the corner of her mouth, the black pus touched by her fingertips fueling her eyes with more fury.

At this moment, Feng Yuhuai felt the poison within her had not been completely vomited out, with about a third remaining.

Those toxins moved through her blood like a stubborn disease, eroding her Strength.

Her body suddenly felt heavy and sluggish, even her breathing weakened.

In gaming terms, it was as if she was afflicted with multiple ongoing debuffs during combat—weakness, sluggishness, poison damage.

Zuo Bai stood to the side, the corner of his mouth lifting in a mocking smile:

"You wanted a ’hug,’ no one forced you, right? Who can you blame?"

Meanwhile, the five heads of the Beautiful Spider emitted an angry roar, filled with humiliation and hatred.

It was bad enough to be "hugged," but to be despised too!

No beautiful creature could endure such tremendous shame!!!

The five heads of the Beautiful Spider simultaneously made indistinct sounds:

"guaa可人,书不磕愣!!!" (ps:怪可忍,孰不可忍!)

The heads of the Beautiful Spider emitted black smoke visible to the naked eye, a renewed surge of energy coursing through its entire being, seemingly gaining multiple buffs—rage, fury, power gaze!

One stacking buffs, the other debuffs, it seems this beauty contest is about to conclude.

Zuo Bai, even from a mere mathematical perspective, could easily draw a straightforward conclusion.

He sighed with slight disappointment:

"If you have no other cards up your sleeve, you’ll be..... hehe."

Feng Yuhuai looked up at the Beautiful Spider, who was storing up Strength for a big move, a chill spreading through her body raising goosebumps on her skin.

Did she have any cards left?

She seemed, maybe, really not to have... Most importantly, she was so hungry.

Feng Yuhuai squinted slightly, a retreating intent sprouting in her heart, her face revealing a resigned cold smile:

"So before I die, can you tell me who my lover is?"