“Oh my God, what kind of monsters are these?!”
Tom, a young man from Lobster Nation, hid on the upper floor of a three-story building, peering through the balcony cracks at the horrifying creatures devouring people below. Fear gripped his heart.
He checked the time on his phone—these terrifying monsters had emerged from the sea nearly half an hour ago, yet the Lobster Nation government hadn’t made a single move. Furious, Tom cursed the government inwardly, feeling like all the taxes he’d paid over the years had been a complete waste.
“Maybe I should record one last video before I die… as proof that I once existed in this world.”
Knowing it was only a matter of time before the monsters found and devoured him, Tom considered leaving a final message. But before he could even start recording, the abyssal beast—covered in weeping human faces after feasting on the nearby townspeople—spotted him hiding on the third-floor balcony.
A chorus of anguished wails erupted from the faces covering the monster’s body as it charged toward Tom’s building on its dozens of legs.
The ground trembled under its weight. Realizing he’d been discovered, Tom’s survival instincts kicked in. Without thinking, he dropped his phone and leaped toward the roof of the adjacent building with all his might.
Miraculously, he made it. But before he could even celebrate, a deafening crash echoed behind him—the three-story building he’d just escaped collapsed in an instant.
The abyssal beast, seeing its prey escape, had simply plowed straight through the structure, reducing it to rubble.
As the building tilted, Tom lost his footing and began sliding down the collapsing roof. At the last second, he grabbed onto a clothesline tied to a rooftop pole, barely avoiding a fatal fall.
“This thing is unbelievably strong…”
Tom stared in shock at the monster buried under the wreckage, half-convinced it had been crushed. But just as he started to feel safe, the rubble shifted—the abyssal beast emerged, completely unharmed.
Frozen in terror, Tom could only watch as the creature locked onto him, crouched, and leaped toward him, its gaping maw ready to swallow him whole and imprint his face onto its grotesque skin.
Then—
A golden streak of light flashed from the opposite balcony.
Mid-air, the abyssal beast suddenly felt weightless. Only when its head hit the ground and saw its own headless body did it realize—it had been decapitated.
“Phew… just made it.”
Yan Qi, who had just rushed over from Xia Nation after transforming into the Daoyan Empress, flicked her sword and watched the monster’s corpse collapse. Without sparing a glance at Tom still dangling from the clothesline, she took off into the air, swiftly hunting down the remaining abyssal beasts wreaking havoc nearby.
Tom stared, dumbfounded. The monstrous creature that had demolished a building and nearly eaten him alive had just been beheaded—by a single strike from a beautiful Eastern woman.
After a long silence, he finally muttered:
“The East really does have mysterious powers… I’m moving to Xia Nation.”
Meanwhile…
While Yan Qi busily exterminated abyssal beasts on Lobster Nation’s shores, gaining both experience and local recognition, another scene unfolded about 20 kilometers offshore.
Several warships from the United States and Lobster Nation floated motionless on the sea.
“Major General, we’ve confirmed the sudden appearance of an abyssal rift less than three kilometers from our fleet, on a shallow seabed. Should we mobilize the fleet to attack the Flesh Blossom?”
The officer delivering the report awaited orders from Major General Allan Poe.
Understanding that leaving the Flesh Blossom unchecked would transform the temporary rift into a permanent one—unleashing endless waves of monsters—Allan Poe didn’t hesitate.
But before he could speak, the command center’s door burst open. A Lobster Nation admiral stormed in, shouting:
“Allan Poe, you damn Yankee! Why won’t you let me send troops to the shore? Do you have any idea how many of our people have died to those monsters already?”
Allan Poe raised a hand, stopping his own men from reacting. Calmly, he replied:
“I apologize for preventing your soldiers from aiding civilians, Admiral Levi. But you must understand—if we don’t destroy the Flesh Blossom within three hours, that rift will become permanent. Then, your nation will face an endless tide of abyssal beasts. Is that what you want?”
Levi clenched his jaw. “But with so many ships here, pulling a few back to save civilians wouldn’t—”
“No, my friend,” Allan Poe interrupted. “We have no idea what kind of abyssal flesh those monsters carry. Every ship and soldier must stay here—this is our only priority.”
Levi opened his mouth to argue, but no words came. Finally, he turned and left without another word.
Watching him go, Allan Poe turned to his officer.
“Alert all vessels. Attack commences in fifteen minutes—as planned. And notify the Superhuman Squad: prepare for immediate deployment.”