In the blink of an eye, the magnificent golden room was destroyed by a single spatial collapse, and Gumantong's throne was not spared.
But Gumantong probably couldn't care about that anymore. As long as its domain wasn't destroyed, it couldn't truly die - it was just a matter of reviving once more.
At this moment, it hesitated within its domain.
"If you're not clear on the situation, you can continue to stay in your domain."
The masked figures in the room didn't have much patience. This light threat made Gumantong afraid to not take their words seriously.
Just now, it had been a step too late and died once. The masked figures were serious.
In its infant-like state with short limbs, big head, and large belly, the terrified Gumantong truly crawled and rolled out of its domain, its face... still ashen gray.
"What do you great ones... command..."
Gumantong had lived longer than most people and had advanced to SS-level, with faster internet speed than most humans. Recently, with things getting so big, it of course understood that if these were genuine masked figures, it was absolutely no match for them.
Those who could fight evenly with that Chaos fellow, how could they be simple characters?
People can't all be judged the same way. The masked figures were clearly on the monster faction's side, so latching onto their thighs wasn't too much.
The red-cloaked masked figure remained silent. The one with the strange voice stepped forward and reached out to grab the monster.
Gumantong felt a wave of energy sweep over it, as if all its secrets were exposed.
No... "as if" should be removed...
"The first A-level monster, the first S-level monster, actually surpassed by San Zhu's test subject. What a waste. Why don't we change to a different monster?"
Gumantong's face... was too ashen gray to change much, but its heart churned like a stormy sea. That Chaos fellow was actually a test subject?!
"Are you questioning my decision?"
The red-cloaked High Priest began condensing a spatial collapse at the first sign of disagreement. Gumantong felt a chill down its spine. With its twelve eyes, it needed an extra-large version of the pain mask.
The strange-voiced masked figure raised both hands in surrender, no longer flippant: "High Priest, I misspoke."
The red-cloaked High Priest stopped condensing the spatial collapse. "Less nonsense, get to work quickly."
Both Gumantong and this masked figure breathed sighs of relief.
The masked figure looked at Gumantong, his tone malicious, clearly venting his earlier anger on Gumantong, "If you weren't so useless, we wouldn't have had to make this special trip."
Gumantong dared to be angry but not to speak.
It had been minding its own business at home, inexplicably died once, and was still being accused of being useless.
"Listen, we'll help you advance, but at the same time, you need to cooperate with our actions."
Gumantong was on alert, its huge head struggling to lift up, "Why do you want to help me?"
Although it mainly relied on force to suppress, it had learned from humans to use more monsters to expand its rule. Its huge head wasn't just for show. There must be some ulterior motive for helping it without reason.
Besides, Chaos from San Zhu had died. Before a new SSS-level monster appeared, it didn't really want to advance.
If it advanced to SSS-level monster, it wouldn't be facing masked figures, but a whole family group.
Wait... a whole family group?
Gumantong immediately understood, "You want to use me as bait?"
"Tch..." The strange-voiced masked figure clicked his tongue softly, "If you had spent the time you used for research on improving your strength, you'd be SSS-level by now."
And then have an empty head for you to fool and manipulate?
Gumantong grumbled inwardly, but due to the vast difference in strength, it didn't dare to show it.
"I forgot to mention earlier, the reason you can understand what we're saying is because of my mental connection."
The strange-voiced masked figure spoke with amusement, "So..."
Gumantong's mind was buzzing with this news. The other side knew everything it was thinking!
Where on earth did these humans come from?
Any random person could abuse it.
Gumantong said resentfully: "Sir, I'm at your command."
The situation was stronger than the monster. Gumantong could bend and stretch. If it didn't cooperate, it would die before even seeing the whole family.
"Don't worry, as products created by the Supreme God, we are very tolerant of you..."
Hearing this, Gumantong couldn't control its inner thoughts: very tolerant means killing once upon meeting to check things out.
Almost all the monsters in the entire palace had been slaughtered.
Gumantong's inner voice was transmitted to the avatar, and the masked figure changed his tone, "Of course, except for the useless ones."
"If you keep interrupting me inappropriately, the High Priest won't wait that long."
Gumantong shrank its head, how could it control its thoughts...
This idea had just emerged when it forcibly suppressed it.
"Ruling over a country, yet still unable to advance to infecting reality. You should be clear where the problem lies, I don't need to elaborate, right?"
Years of rule and near invincibility, those who could beat it didn't bother with it, those who couldn't were either devoured or ruled by it. Power corrupts the heart, monsters were no exception.
For the first time feeling so embarrassed, it couldn't hide its emotions.
Feelings of resentment kept bubbling up, and Gumantong nodded reluctantly.
Humans, as intelligent beings, were the best material to distort and change, but not the numb ones.
The humans of Duoheluo Country had been under its rule for decades. The humans who dared to resist had their bones in its stomach, and those who didn't dare to resist only lived like livestock, taking each day as it came.
These humans barely thought, numbly living through each day. The difficulty of distorting and changing their way of thinking had been raised to hell mode.
And Gumantong's special ability was poison mist, so the channel of changing humans physically was also blocked.
Waiting for humans to slowly adapt, it might as well change inanimate objects. At least inanimate objects wouldn't die from the poison mist.
To make it abandon its granary and advance somewhere else, it really couldn't bear to.
Therefore, Gumantong had been slow to advance.
As news of monsters advancing in the five great countries dying miserably kept coming, it became even more determined. Better slow than dead, provoking those who shouldn't be provoked would only lead to a quicker death.
However, trouble came knocking when the monster was sitting at home.
Gumantong's ethereal and eerie voice sounded again, "You can help me speed up the infection of inanimate objects...?"
If it could advance to SSS-level, then join forces with the High Priest to drive away that old and young pair, this matter might turn out to be an opportunity for it.
With strength, it would have more confidence when facing the red-cloaked masked figure.
The mental ability masked figure sneered, "You seem to have forgotten that I'm connected to your mind, and do you think you were chosen by chance?"
Having its little schemes known crystal clear, Gumantong was shocked, then calmed down.
It indeed didn't know why it was chosen, but knowing from the mental ability masked figure's words that it wasn't easily replaceable was enough.
"How do you plan to help me..."
If not inanimate objects, then it must be humans.
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ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
