Chapter 482

Chapter 482: The Strengthening Methods Unique to Extraordinary Beasts

It turns out that thought is merely a subtle coincidence born from the collision of infinite chaos.

Though most intelligent beings believe their will is unbreakable, in the face of physical reality, few things are truly "unbreakable."

A powerful current surged through the extraordinary beast’s head, distorting its voice as if it carried waves of pain.

Ultimately, it inevitably shattered its very thoughts.

The accumulation of electric heat caused the nutrient solution in the container to bubble and churn. In the final moments before collapse, one might wonder if the extraordinary beast regretted ever possessing rational thought.

But soon, it became utterly incapable of thinking.

When the thread that held its rationality snapped, all notions of birthright, responsibility, blood ties, or even a creator were cast aside in the face of excruciating agony.

“I’ll talk, I’ll talk! I’ll tell you everything!”

Overwhelmed by extreme pain—cutting, electric, boiling, and countless other torments—the extraordinary beast finally conformed entirely to the shape of the container.

It ceased to resist, stopped growing, and abandoned all hope of escape. It lay there like a lifeless mass of flesh, or a single-celled organism surrounded by salt, utterly surrendering.

“Ask me anything, just end me.”

The devilish researcher Zou Cong shook his head, gazing at the extraordinary beast’s dull, lifeless eyes, and said,

“Say what you want to say, speak what you feel you must. If you tell us what we need to know, we’ll grant you a swift end.”

Without waiting for the extraordinary beast to protest or explain further, he pressed a button before him.

The glass wall separating the container from Zou Cong quickly fogged over, completely isolating the two. In the empty isolation chamber, the head within the container began to murmur, as if it had finally relinquished all hope:

“My… my first memory is…”

On the other side of the wall, the researcher turned with a cheerful demeanor, as if he had donned a new face, and declared,

“[Skydome], the matter is resolved. Begin recording and notify Chief Ji and Mr. Speaker.”

He then glanced at the two professionals in the corner, who were furiously scribbling in their notebooks, documenting the new techniques they had just learned.

“Gentlemen, we’re done for the day.”

“Right, right.”

The two immediately stood, tucking their notebooks into their pockets, and followed him out.

—

In the outer city of Hope City, within a completely evacuated mine.

If one disregards lifespan, the limits of the human body are truly astonishing.

Decades ago, a group of self-proclaimed legislators had done something similar, and today, the same events unfolded, though this time the mastermind was named—Lachesis.

A day had passed since the great evacuation, and it was now the afternoon of September 2nd.

The day before, Lachesis’s puppets had discovered a vast array of digging tools and stumbled upon a mine left in disarray after the evacuation.

Lachesis’s parasitism had only destroyed the consciousness of these individuals, leaving their bodies intact. In fact, under Lachesis’s control, they worked with such seamless coordination and efficiency that even a mechanical arm on an assembly line might weep in envy.

With the relentless efforts of nearly a hundred people, the mine shaft began to extend deeper and deeper, until…

The once-solid surroundings seemed to soften, and the straight shaft began to curve.

Lachesis, who had already carved out mines with his body, certainly understood what this meant.

Although the depth differed by dozens of meters compared to the mines he controlled, the unique characteristics of the planet’s surface made this difference quite reasonable.

What he lacked next was simply a tree seed.

And this was something his good partner Clotho had plenty of.

—

In the outer city, on the edge of the Misty Forest.

A few extraordinary beasts dragged a bear hide step by step into the forest.

The hide still bore holes from human bullets, and bits of flesh occasionally dropped from it.

This was the remains of Clotho’s eldest child.

Calling it remains is somewhat inaccurate, as after enduring the repeated crushing from a rock crusher and the burial by a few extraordinary beasts with less than bright minds, it was hard to say how much of this mass truly belonged to the "commander" extraordinary beast.

But the deity of these extraordinary beasts had issued a divine decree, and they had to use their peanut-sized brains to figure out how to bring the commander back.

This lump of flesh had suffered excessive damage, and since the head capable of controlling this flesh had been taken by humans, it had long lost its vitality.

As soon as this group of extraordinary beasts entered the Misty Forest, the mycelium spreading across the ground completely devoured them along with the remnants of flesh.

Soon, a sigh from Clotho echoed in the sky, and all the Giant Trees, all the extraordinary beasts, and all the blood relatives trembled at the sound of that sigh.

“Children, it is time.”

Clotho’s grand voice resonated once more in the ears of the extraordinary beasts:

“Let us set off; we are destined to not coexist with humans in this world.”

As soon as the words fell, those rational extraordinary beasts, which could truly be called Clotho’s blood relatives, were enveloped by shadows as imposing as mountains and seas.

They instinctively looked up, only to see seven or eight gigantic extraordinary beasts surrounding their paradise.

Upon sighting the true nobility, these monsters, mixed with traits from several species, instinctively lowered their heads.

In the next moment, a supreme command echoed in their minds.

Without hesitation, these extraordinary beasts chose to execute it.

At the same time, these massive, powerful extraordinary beasts all launched attacks on the nearest companion.

Claws, blades, flames, beaks… They unleashed the most powerful attacks they could muster on their nearby companions in the shortest amount of time, physically destroying their companions’ brains.

At the same moment, their own brains were destroyed by another extraordinary beast targeting them; though their bodies remained alive, their brains were completely dead.

“Go, my children.”

Clotho’s voice echoed in the minds of these bizarre noble extraordinary beasts:

“Rationality will ultimately triumph over instinct. Now, you have become the brains, and their bodies will be the best weapon.”

These extraordinary beasts, which had not yet shown too many characteristics, began to gain clarity. Guided by thoughts attributed to the creator, the birth giver, the mother, and infused with the hatred for humans, they climbed onto the remains, burrowing into the wounds big and small, allowing their bodies to start differentiating, tightly connecting with the remaining parts of the large extraordinary beasts.

As the colossal bodies rose from the ground once more, only one thought remained in their minds:

Fight!