Chapter 105
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Chapter 105: The Judgment Rain
“What’s going on?!”
Fresnel exclaimed, unable to contain his shock.
His first thought was that it might be the blood of an extraordinary beast, but upon reflection, he realized that was impossible.
Under his radiant light, if an extraordinary beast shed even a single drop of blood, it would be a disgrace to his abilities.
Besides, he often positioned himself towards the rear during battles, so blood would never reach him.
Fresnel quickly turned to his teammates, the four individuals who mattered most to him at that moment.
Sure enough, everyone except Wang Xiao, who was still locked in fierce combat, turned to look.
Even the Puppet Master, who was controlling the extraordinary beast, glanced over.
Crimson blood trickled down from their hair, and a horrifying thought suddenly crossed their minds.
As if to confirm their fears, the light drizzle turned into a torrential downpour within seconds.
The sky seemed to have been torn open, and blood-red rain poured down relentlessly, spreading panic among all humans.
—
At the second gate of the Southern District in the inner city,
a fierce battle was raging.
The fact that most people remained uninfected meant that evacuation was necessary.
The group of Infected retreating from the outer city wall quickly reached the nearest inner city gate.
Meanwhile, the evacuation of refugees was still ongoing; even with security checks lifted, it was no easy task for tens of thousands to enter.
For the city defense officer, allowing a massacre in his jurisdiction was out of the question, no matter the circumstances.
From a moral standpoint, though he was greedy and indulgent, he wasn’t a monster; he couldn’t stand by and watch tens of thousands of unarmed humans die needlessly.
From a practical perspective, if such an event occurred, he would spend the rest of his life behind bars.
In this tense situation, the battle between the two sides was on the verge of erupting.
To prevent a stampede, Zhuang Mian began using physical hypnosis and her dream manipulation abilities to pull people into dreams on a large scale, maintaining order.
Her squad members immediately joined the fray.
Seeing Zhuang Mian’s squad enter the fight, El also began to assist with Daoge.
One as an assassin and the other as a tank, they created a favorable situation in a small part of the battlefield.
Li Rui used his body to block the Infected’s attacks, while El ruthlessly targeted their brains, protecting those who hadn’t yet entered the city.
It was at this moment that the blood rain suddenly began.
The raindrops covered both the inner and outer cities, falling equally on the heads of every Infected and human alike.
—
Inside the research institute, Ji Yongxing was discussing his ideas with Deputy Director Zhou Zhuo.
“We have always underestimated the significant role of the biological field in humanity’s survival.”
“My point is, if there exists a powerful being capable of controlling or influencing surrounding individuals through its biological field, could we then interpret all the problems we face from a different perspective?”
“If your theory holds, then what causes the beast tide?”
“Because the effects of the biological field are significantly weakened within human settlements.”
“If that great consciousness truly exists, it would have no choice but to defeat humanity through physical means rather than spiritual ones.”
“Let me think.”
“Crack!”
Outside the window, it had unknowingly turned as dark as midnight.
A sudden flash of lightning illuminated the darkness, and some researchers instinctively turned their gaze toward the window.
A few seconds later, as they watched the raindrops streaming down the glass, they began to scream.
Everyone could see what was happening.
Yet, as the most educated and scientifically-minded group in Hope City, they found themselves unable to explain the phenomena outside using any known theories.
Ji Yongxing used his abilities to peer at the crimson blood rain, feeling a sharp sting in his eyes.
“Where were we just now?”
“The biological field.”
“Then whose biological field do you think this is?”
Ji Yongxing’s heart pounded; his mouth felt dry, and he longed for a sip of water before answering.
But he forced himself to respond:
“…Perhaps it’s…
“God’s.”
“Is God helping us solve all of this?”
“…”
—
The blood rain washed over everything.
Extraordinary beasts wailed in the blood rain, as if it were a deadly acid.
The Infected gradually calmed in the blood rain, breaking free from the brainwashing voices as they began to recall the madness of the past few hours.
Humans, torn between fear of the anomaly and their focus on the Infected or the extraordinary beasts before them.
In the void constructed by the biological fields of all living beings, two streams of consciousness clashed relentlessly.
Lin Qingliu could not clearly see the entity, but he sensed it was the loudspeaker from the patient’s consciousness earlier that morning.
The supreme will of the mycelium, too, could not clearly discern the individual opposing it.
Though it held a physical advantage, this was the opponent’s domain, and its anchor points were steadily vanishing.
This allowed both sides to stand on equal footing for the moment.
As the blood rain reached its final stage, the supreme will of the mycelium began to weaken.
“Who are you?”
He sent out the message.
“God.”
The consciousness on the other end responded.
“I will devour you, weakling.”
“You can try.”
With the dissipation of the will of the mycelium, the most significant crisis looming over Hope City was finally resolved.
Lin Qingliu opened his eyes, finding himself in a room at the top of the research institute, beside Lucas’s lifeless body.
This time, he wasn’t merely the organization’s Paster—he had become the Paster for all of humanity.
He exhaled deeply and wiped the sweat from his brow.
For him, the toll this time had been immense.
If only there were another way to reach the Fifth Level, particularly through the Blood and Flesh pathway, the physical enhancements would have made this ordeal far more manageable.
But alas, there was no such luxury.
Lin Qingliu could sense that the endpoint of a pathway lay hidden within the Sixth Level.
Yet, humanity had no survivors who had surpassed the Fourth Level.
This meant he still had to cultivate his own followers; he couldn’t simply replicate the experience of exploiting Lucas’s demise.
Enough of that for now.
Lin Qingliu glanced around the room. A kitten was pawing at shards of glass, assembling something.
“How’s it coming along?”
“Reporting, great master, just two more beams of light and it will be complete!”
“Good work, Fulan.”
This was the task Lin Qingliu had assigned to the kitten before the rain began.
With such a monumental event, someone had to bear the responsibility.
Thanks to the boost from the Lucas package, his abilities, though still not enough to save humanity, were more than sufficient to destroy Hope City.
He could take credit for the good deeds and shoulder the blame for the bad. But one thing was clear:
It was time to amplify the organization’s reputation.
