Aberrant Metamorphosis
"Fuck? Was that thunder?"
Under the shade of a tree outside the residential complex, Ji Jue felt the ground suddenly tremble. He couldn't help but look up toward the complex in the distance... toward the Spiritual Substance fluctuations erupting from within.
Like a storm.
What he sensed was a familiar presence, yet there was no longer any gentleness or patience—only boundless violence. A spring breeze turned into a winter blizzard, warm sunlight transforming into frenzied lava.
Was that Lao Zhang?!
"Is it... really that exaggerated?" Ji Jue froze.
"Of course. Lao Zhang was one of the first generation of veterans when the Yacheng Security Bureau was founded."
Tong Hua held an ice cream, her face animated. "Not many people know after all these years. He retired a long time ago and only keeps the title now. Even the bureau chief has changed several times. My grandfather received quite a bit of help from him back then.
Anyway, if anything happens, listening to Lao Zhang can't go wrong."
"True enough."
Ji Jue nodded.
Having an elder at home was like having a treasure.
Having seen storms and upheavals, no matter how great the difficulty, there was nothing to fear. Besides, with a hidden powerhouse like this, plus Little An, wouldn't a bunch of little ghosts from The Horde who had come to Yacheng to make money be easy to handle?
Yet, as he lowered his head to sip his lemonade, he heard screams and a loud explosion in the distance.
The walls collapsed and shattered.
A blood-soaked figure emerged from inside.
Staggering, hunched over, and constantly twitching.
Yet in his hand, he dragged a heavy longsword covered in chips and notches. Blood, dust, and grime slowly dripped from it.
Horrifying.
"Heh, hehehe... the voices, there are too many voices."