Chapter 80
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Chapter 80: Title
America.
In a nation where firearms were never banned, the emergence of abyssal creatures amplified the chaos—gunfire echoed relentlessly through urban landscapes without pause.
Yet whether these bullets struck the abyssal horrors or fellow humans remained hauntingly ambiguous.
"Can these soldiers truly salvage America?" Chua-T muttered, his gaze fixed on the live footage with palpable skepticism.
The super soldier initiative had been active for months. Leveraging modern technology and relics from ancient civilization ruins, America finally succeeded in creating these enhanced warriors after countless failures.
Trials confirmed their prowess neared the Tier One cultivation threshold, a force initially reserved as the nation’s ultimate safeguard.
But desperate times dissolved such caution.
Much of America’s populace worshiped Yahweh. When the God of Light reignited divine blessings, devout priests gained access to divine spells, their unwavering faith fueling miraculous power.
Though these holy figures labored to heal the wounded and purify abyssal taint, their numbers proved pitifully inadequate—a meager countercurrent against an ocean of darkness.
"Your Excellency need not concern himself," an advisor offered.
Chua-T’s lip curled. *Easy for you to say*, he thought. The nation’s unraveling demanded action. Commoners dying mattered little, but unchecked abyssal contagion? That spelled doom.
—History might remember Chua-T as America’s most erratic leader, his tenure marked by ceaseless political theatrics.
"Deploy them immediately to outbreak zones. Eradicate those monstrosities."
Like Zhongxia’s energy detectors, America’s sensors pinpointed dimensional rifts—gateways for the abyssal horde. Where rifts tore open, horrors followed.
Whether these creatures possessed intellect remained unproven, but one truth burned clear: as high-intelligence life forms, humans drew them like moths to flame. Cities became feeding grounds the moment portals yawned open.
"Any side effects from the serum?" Chua-T turned to his aide.
In this era, power meant longevity—the ultimate obsession for aging rulers.
"It enhances physicality and unlocks magical aptitude. But all super soldiers rely on it for breakthroughs. Cease production, and ninety percent stagnate permanently."
The trade-off? Initial treatments cured chronic ailments, revitalized organs, and extended lifespans to 120 years—irresistible bait for the geriatric elite.
Yet each twelve-dose regimen cost millions, with research still ongoing. After two months, only twelve subjects existed—now descending upon Obiase.
—
Cyril Byrne’s boots struck asphalt as he landed. The energy detector in his grip pulsed within minutes. Four hundred meters. A hunched silhouette—1.45 meters of twitching malice.
Two shots rang out. Magic-forged rounds, designed for extraordinary individuals, found their mark. The creature’s shriek split the air.
A black-haired girl scrambled from the fray, movements fluid with survival instinct. Cyril barely registered her escape—the wounded abomination lunged.
Pressed against rubble, the girl clutched her phone, eyes wide. Onscreen, the brown-haired soldier danced with death. Moments earlier, she’d tasted mortality’s breath—and lived.
The live stream active on her phone captured every moment unfolding before her.
The black-haired girl, An Xiao, was a Zhongxia student pursuing her studies in America. During lighter academic periods, she dabbled in live streaming. After the Awakening of Spiritual Energy, her broadcasts titled "Daily Life in America" had garnered modest fame on the Spiritual Network’s live streaming platform.
Since the Spiritual Network entered the live streaming sphere, most channels and hosts tied to the Awakening migrated there. Had it not banned certain peculiar content, the platform might have monopolized the entire industry.
Today wasn’t An Xiao’s scheduled streaming day, but with her impending return to Zhongxia in a month, she wanted to squeeze in a few extra sessions.
Yet moments after she went live, a grotesque fissure tore open the sky, spewing monstrous entities.
An Xiao, a firm believer in strategic retreat, bolted the instant the creatures emerged. The Spiritual Network’s guidelines were clear: without combat capabilities, distance was survival.
Hence their publication of the *Awakening of Spiritual Energy Protection Manual*, urging Zhongxia’s citizens to prioritize safety over reckless curiosity.
The manual remained a work in progress.
【I thought America lacked extraordinary individuals? Who’s this?】
【Solid physique, decent skills.】
【Guo Zi, ask the hottie’s name later!】
【+1 I track all U.S. supers—this one’s new.】
【Those eyes—midnight blue? Unnaturally dark.】
【Guo Zi! Spiritual Network alert: those are abyssal creatures. They mutate humans!】
Spotting these highlighted comments, An Xiao fumbled hastily for another phone to check the Spiritual Network. Sure enough, a bare-bones entry on abyssal beings greeted her.
“Seriously? One vague paragraph?” She groaned, thumb hammering the refresh button until a detailed classification finally loaded.
The Spiritual Network’s streaming section buzzed with activity.
Zhongxia remained unscathed for now. The pinned official Live Broadcast Channel focused on the shimmering atmospheric barrier overhead, its countdown displaying three remaining hours.
“Never leaving home again after this,” An Xiao muttered, observing the youth annihilating abyssal creatures nearby.
【LMAO Guo Zi’s shaking!】
【Motherland’s embrace awaits~】
【America’s no joke—toasting ‘freedom’ often means toasting death. _(´ཀ`」 ∠)_】
Ignoring the teasing comments under her ID “Guo Zi,” An Xiao tensed as the young man approached.
“Hello,” she greeted, deliberately keeping the stream active.
“You’re safe now. Head home promptly.”
“Thank you.” Her gratitude was genuine—without his intervention, survival was doubtful.
“No trouble.”
“May I know your name?”
“Cyril Byrne.” He paused, then added, “We’re stepping into public view regardless.” Names were harmless; image cultivation mattered more.
As Cyril departed, An Xiao faced her camera, signed off briskly, and retreated to her apartment—not home, but safer than the chaos outside.
Back indoors, she browsed other Spiritual Network streams. Audacious broadcasters worldwide dominated the rankings:
1st: *【SHOCK! Dark Wizard Emerges in Moscow!】* by “AnotherRoundOfBaijiu”
2nd: *【ANGELIC DESCENT!】* by “FuzzyChestnut”
3rd: *【Silver-Haired Elf vs Abyssal Creatures: Untold Tales】* by “OrangeJuiceFanatic”
She clicked the top stream.
The shaky footage revealed hooded figures in black robes. Modern tech compensated for camera tremors, zoom revealing shadowed faces beneath hoods.
【SWOON ALERT! Dark wizards shouldn’t be this hot!!!】
【Weren’t you all “Daoist Priest Li’s wives” yesterday? Traitors!】
【Dark Wizard = danger! England’s Council of Truth wizards are cuter →_→】
【Five minutes. This man’s entire dossier. NOW.】
【Bear Country hid OP supers? Not cool (⊙_⊙)】
【Leak inbound! Bear gov site just dropped deets! ┑(￣∀￣)┍】
Off-camera, the host “AnotherRoundOfBaijiu” recited fresh intel: “The blue-haired, obsidian-eyed figure is Atalans Brel—Bear Country’s dark council member, Seventh Archon. Age estimate: 1,000+.”
【Another ancient practitioner?!】
【Intel’s updating globally—everyone’s exposing hidden cards!】
【Dark council vs England’s Council of Truth—connected?】
【Lazy info dump. Do better.】
England’s wizards and elves, France’s Holy See-summoned angels… Crisis had ripped veils off hidden factions.
Even Zhongxia soon unveiled dormant powers, its *Spirit Monster Live Stream* clinging to top rankings until shutdown.
