Extra Game II: A Sunken Road Still Smoldered

We've reached a dead end.

--George Joshua is still struggling to survive.

Although the elastic rubber soul power has left her, just like the two sides of [Fragrant Dream], [Black Unmanned Zone], under the influence of B·SIDE, actually has another form.

Just now, not long ago, George Joshua discovered that he had a new ability.

She gnawed open Krichieva's body with remarkable fluidity; her teeth struck the bone like hot knives cutting into butter, without any resistance. Perhaps this was the spirit protecting and shielding her.

Perhaps this is the last chance, a final gamble against the War King.

She sat in the back of the escort vehicle, feeling the scorching sun. Her body was covered in patches of red and white, and the holy blood within her was about to boil as she was sent to the Qingjin trial.

The War King sat beside her, 9527, acting as the escort driver, drove the vehicle towards the bus station.

As he walked through the streets and alleys of the city, George Joshua's eyes were filled with a thousand kinds of reluctance and ten thousand kinds of unwillingness.

This cannibalistic den of demons was created by her own hand, a paradise of truth, beauty, and goodness, a magnificent palace built by her at the expense of generations of local people, a splendid hall irrigated with human blood.

She knows everything, she understands everything.

--Those who understand what evil is yet still choose to commit it are the most heinous and utterly wicked.

Unlike other victims who strayed from the right path and struggled to escape, George Joshua possessed an extraordinary level of awareness. She didn't offer herself any pitiful excuses or reasons, nor did she blame society or claim that anyone threatened or coerced her into committing crimes.

She simply enjoys being above others, reveling in this dog-eat-dog survival of the fittest, finding it all strangely beautiful. Even her previous feigned pleas for mercy were all for the sake of survival, and the purpose of survival was to find an opportunity to turn the tables and continue preying on others.

"Glory"

She said this with a worried expression.

"Why am I in this beat-up car? Why? Is it because I still have some clues in my mind? To ask David Victor to interrogate me? To make me betray my compatriots who are making this great cause?"

Glory: "I'm afraid it's not just that. Your crimes will be made public. Your execution won't be here. You'll die slowly and painfully, for months or even years before you finally breathe your last. Otherwise, how can those victims feel satisfied?"

"Hahahahahahahaha." George Joshua laughed arrogantly, "This is a waste of effort. Do you think that by eliminating me alone, you can make an example of someone to deter others from violence and chaos?"

There are far too many unfair things in this world, and far too many greedy devils.

"If harming one person is punishable by death, then harming a hundred or a thousand people also seems to be punishable by death. Is death more terrifying than life?"

I don't think so.

This Immortals seems to have resolved his inner conflict.

"A failed life makes one feel empty, as if they have fallen into an abyss of misfortune, like being thrown into a washing machine full of nails, rolling and spinning endlessly, round and round, seemingly never to die, and that is what makes one despair."

"I've lived so long, but in the end, I still can't escape death."

"I've committed so many crimes, and you're telling me I should suffer a painful, slow death, lasting months or years?"

"Every day, I want the families of these victims to see my miserable state, to see me suffering and being hung on the pillar of shame?"

"Hahahaha! Glory!"

"This is so much fun!"

"You think this is a matter of karma? In reality, the bullets that hit me, the torture inflicted on me, were all secondary harm to these victims—"

"--Every scream I let out reminded them of how their children, their parents, their brothers and sisters left this world, how they sold their flesh and blood, how they became unrecognizable and mangled!"

"Every life I consume shapes me, makes me who I am, and becomes a part of me. So do you."

"Ming De War King, every cultist you slay, every Blood-giving Monster you kill, they all become a part of you. The moment you appear, your enemies scatter like birds in flight—do you think it's the divine power of your guns, martial arts, and Pankrasin skills?"

"No"

George Joshua moved closer to Glory, almost biting the War King's earlobe, as the red-haired bitch gently blew on it.

"We're eating people, you're eating us, we're all devouring each other."

"You are a higher predator, you still follow [carnivorism] – your brilliance stone thinks so too, it gave you red hair, sooner or later you will embrace the Madness Butterfly."

"Hahahaha! Hahahaha! Hahahahahahaha!"

George Joshua seemed to have gone mad; under the sunlight, his face became a hideous mess of red spots. But as the vehicle entered the culvert, he returned to normal, laughing maniacally.

"Humans! Humans! How complex humans are! How simple humans are!"

"This pain, this hunger, will create the next George Joshua, a hundred, a thousand George Joshua! It's worse than death! It's worse than death!"

"A young man so poor he only has his life left doesn't care whether he kills one person or an entire family during a robbery; it's all the same, he'll face the death penalty!"

Even corrupt officials who are so rich they could use money as pillows won't stop while they're ahead! Because whether you embezzle ten million or a hundred million, it's all just one bullet! So why not go even further?

"This is a civilized society! Do we still have the traditional virtue of punishing nine generations of one's family with harsh punishments? No, we don't, do we?!"

"The divine messenger of Ming De comes to spread light; the stronger this light, the heavier the punishment, and the more insane the criminals become!"

"You can't break this cycle of violence. The gunsmith is dead! His students haven't even grown up yet! How can a bunch of greenhorns raised in aristocratic schools experience the hardships of ordinary people? Can they really understand these things? Can they really listen carefully to the complaints of every mortal?"

"Hehehehehehehehahahahahahaha!"

At this point, the driver finally couldn't hold back any longer.

Xiao Qi tilted her head. "Just pulling her tooth, what a nuisance! She kept making noise the whole way, it was so annoying!"

Just as Glory was about to make her move, George Joshua backed down.

The death row inmate, who had been fearless and maniacal just moments before, suddenly had her eyes clear with fear upon seeing the glittering, Fragrant Dream.

She wasn't afraid of pain or death; it was just that her physical body had conquered her will.

How many arrogant, domineering, and heinous death row inmates, who boast about their great achievements and chat with the guards about how glamorous they are, end up wetting their pants in fear at the execution ground.

George Joshua is a typical example. No matter how stubborn she was, when faced with pure violence, her body betrayed her in advance, making her immediately fall silent and quiet as a chicken at the mere thought of the pain of having her tooth pulled.

But Glory won't stop--

She raised her phone to record, Fragrant Dream seized the death row inmate's head, its steel claws plunging into his Barry to begin a tooth extraction.

The piercing screams echoed from the culvert onto the main road, causing vehicles to speed away and pedestrians to run away in agitation.

Teeth were ripped out of Ms. Joshua's Barry one by one, along with a layer of bloody gums. The excruciating pain from her gum nerves affected Ms. Joshua's heart, and she suffered angina several times. Her vocal cords tore and she lost her voice because of her hysterical screams. She urinated all over the vehicle, and the entire patrol car was filled with the stench of urine.

Twenty-eight teeth were pulled from Ms. Joshua's mouth, and Fragrant Dream realized that her claws seemed to be worn down—an incredible thing.

The [Black Dream Form]'s spiritual strength was even more resilient than Xue Ming's [Fragrant Dream] form when he was in male body, yet it was still managed to have marks gnawed into it by this Immortals's teeth?

"Ugh... Ugh... Huff... Huff huff..." Ms. Joshua was no longer as energetic as she had been when she was arrested. She slumped in her chair, blood gushing from the corner of her mouth, her lips sunken inward, her eyes bloodshot, her intracranial pressure and blood pressure soaring, and her heart rate had reached 190 beats per minute.

She trembled, finally able to awaken her soul power. Under such intense pain and immense mental stimulation, she was able to skillfully and freely wield the female spirit body!

"[No Man's Unmanned Zone]! Make me hard!"

At that very moment, the harpy emerged from her body, flapping her wings to protect George Joshua's frail female form.

The blood on Fragrant Dream's fingertips seemed to congeal rapidly, turning into a hard shell. The Steel Cat tried to clench its fist to fight, but suddenly found that its tightly clenched claws were being brutally torn apart by this bloody shell!

At the same time, Glory felt her palms stiffen and go numb; the damage SD had suffered had been transmitted to the nerves in her hands!

George Joshua gained new psionic powers! She accepted her female form and completed her evolution!

If the spiritual characteristic of the White Shark Association President Red Mane Lion is that everything it touches turns into soft, bouncy rubber candy.

The spirit of this red-haired lioness now has the exact opposite characteristics of the male spirit; anything she touches turns into a completely hard, inflexible solid.

Fragrant Dream's clenched fist injured itself; its ethereal claws slammed into the cage made of blood. When two things of different hardness collide, one of them will inevitably be scratched. If the difference in hardness is too great, it will have the effect of a knife cutting through butter.

The steel cat's exertion was already exceptionally strong; the gripping force of over 400 kilograms applied to its own claws instantly transformed them into a ruthless guillotine, shattering all its own toes! It was as if we humans were actively and forcefully gripping a blade! These shells formed from blood were the sharpest blades!

"Ho ho!" Ms. George Joshua has found a new toy and is still learning how to control the spirit.

She rolled over slightly in the car, transferring her spirit to her clothes. The hard, sharp jeans tore a deep hole in the leather seat. She effortlessly broke free of the handcuffs, and with a casual grab, tore a large hole in the roof of the car!

Unable to decipher the strange changes, Glory didn't act rashly, but instead drew her gun and fired a few shots to test the waters.

Nine-millimeter pistol bullets blasted into Ms. Joshua's body. This bird-like woman really did have an extra steel bra. The bullets struck her chest, were cut open by the sharp and hard clothing, and all turned into stray bullet fragments that hit the car door and glass.

"I never expected this female body could actually modify my spirit!" George Joshua looked confident of victory, while keeping her distance to guard against the combined attack of 9527 and Glory's soul power. With a thought, her spirit body rolled along with her physical body, creating a deep crater in the car.

The immense friction left golden-red scratches on the vehicle's rear axle. She was like a human-shaped cannonball, like an indestructible cutting tool, effortlessly cleaving through metal, cutting through polymers, and biting through steel.

"Glory! The tables have turned! I suddenly realize how wonderful it is to be a woman!"

George Joshua landed on the sidewalk of the culvert, grabbed the railing, and as she got up, the railing was already horribly torn into a twisted shape by her bare hands.

The armored truck was stranded on the side of the road; its rear wheel had burst and its axle had broken.

"Power is the bargaining chip!" George Joshua, desperate for a way out, rekindled his fighting spirit. "Now I want to negotiate with you, and you can't refuse!"

Xiao Qi was furious, her eyes blazing with rage. She was planning to go to Lieyang Fort with her husband after work to explore the local customs and culture. George Joshua's sudden evolution shattered all her beautiful dreams.

"Stone Cold Killer!"

Shouting the name of Soul Might, before even seeing the real person, the pink leather-clad catwoman jumped out of the escort vehicle.

"You stupid woman! I've already studied your psionic abilities!" George Joshua kicked the railing hard, the kick like a knife slashing through the air, sending up a string of iron filings. These sharp steel pieces, enhanced by [Unmanned Zone], became deadly throwing knives.

They used to be able to pierce flesh, but now they can cut through steel!

The knives struck SCK's spirit body, causing penetrating damage. These flying knives crashed into the passenger side of the patrol car, passed through the door, and pierced into Xiao Qi's body!

A deadly attack aimed at 9527's skull was caught by Glory with her bare hands.

--No, I didn't catch it!

Tiny pieces of iron slag pierced through the cut-resistant glove, embedded themselves in the metacarpal bone, and continued to penetrate deeper before finally falling to the ground limply after losing all kinetic energy.

Seventh Brother was covered in blood, his eyes filled with disbelief.

If the [Unmanned Zone] previously displayed an extremely strong defensive capability, now that George Joshua has completed his evolution, this offensive power is a dimensional reduction attack from the perspective of materials science. It is an extremely strong offensive capability, and even the armor of a tank cannot withstand such an exaggeratedly hard sheet of iron.

SCK was frozen in mid-air after being hit, but regained its spirit due to the mistress's anger.

Xiao Qi completely disregarded her bleeding wounds and transformed into a furious female gorilla almost at the same moment she was injured!

"You actually dared to make her bleed?! You audacious bastard!"

Both having recently acquired their Soul Power abilities, the two began a fierce battle in the culvert. SCK's spirit, undeterred by the pain, relentlessly pursued George Joshua.

"Hold my hand!" Glory got out of the car from the other side and pulled her lover out of the driver's seat.

She remained calm in the face of danger, holding Xiao Qi tightly in her arms.

--They took out the Universal Elixir from each other's bags, and then their fingers intertwined.

For some reason, ever since losing her Steel Heart, Xue Ming's heart had felt empty until she reunited with her lover and held her hands tightly.

Almost every moment, in every life-or-death crisis, Xiao Qi's spiritual energy has been supporting Xue Ming, and they have achieved each other through the bond of the Steel Heart.

"No matter what happens, don't let go."

Xiao Qi: "Mmm!"

This wondrous soul resonance maintained the balance of their spiritual pressure, rendering the special spiritual abilities of SD and SCK ineffective.

Xue Ming can now touch Xiao Qi directly, and Xiao Qi won't fall asleep. Xiao Qi can also touch Xue Ming, Xue Ming won't grow old.

All of this is related to the spiritual essence of Ming De. After Seventh Brother obtained Soul Power, she gained spiritual resistance to Fragrant Dream.

Glory: "Let's get closer to this guy together!"

SCK relentlessly attacked, forcing George Joshua to the edge of the culvert, trying to drive the cannibal into the sunlit territory.

Xiao Qi felt her eyelids drooping and her spirit was suffering a lot of damage, but she continued to operate under the support of her husband's spiritual pressure. She followed the War King, and the two embraced each other like dance partners, completely trusting each other.

"Good!"

George Joshua kept throwing iron filings and stones as projectiles, trying to scare away the persistent catwoman. If she got entangled with this thing, her immortal body might start to age! She dared not gamble on that possibility!

Time! Time! The very weapon the Immortals relied on for survival, the magical method that helped them defeat warriors, is now tormenting George Joshua!

No more retreat! Not a single step back! The scorching sun shone down on Ms. Joshua's ankles from the culvert exit!

A searing, burning sensation instantly snapped her back to reality! Looking at the stone wall of the culvert beside her, she wanted to crash into it and escape into the deeper sewer system.

But the scorching sunlight seemed to come alive! It transformed into a sharp, gleaming sword, blocking our path!

Where did this light come from?! George Joshua couldn't understand it!

Meanwhile, on Glory's side, Fragrant Dream forced a passing Mercedes-Benz to stop, removed the hood, and used the hood as a mirror to reflect sunlight onto George Joshua, thanks to the excellent paint of this luxury ABB brand.

The intense stinging sensation and allergic reaction rendered George Joshua immobile, and his spirits sank to the bottom.

Could it be...?

"Glory! Are you going to use that trick on me again?! No! No no no! No!"

The familiar song of the nightingale rang out once more.

Bai Ziqing and Jiang Xueming, hand in hand, broke through the encirclement under the protection of Hunwei and arrived in front of this demon who was "covered in thorns and whose flesh was like a knife".

George Joshua had completely lost the will to fight. She used [Unmanned Zone] on herself, hoping that her tough body could withstand the terrifying Pankrasin combat techniques.

However, there was a basic principle of physics that Ms. Joshua didn't understand.

The harder something is, the less strong or tough it is.

--The sharper the knife, the easier it is to break.

Jiang Xueming's understanding of Pankrasin boxing involves injecting sound waves of different frequencies and intensities into an object, causing it to vibrate at the molecular level, thus achieving a "cutting" effect.

In the previous battles, George Joshua had not realized this; she still believed that this strange and ruthless sword aura attack was just pure energy or the impact of a huge force.

She used her soul power to prepare herself for the impact, almost using all her strength to "harden" her body, turning her flesh into a stone sculpture, transforming her shell into a bronze head and iron bones, sparing not even her joints, eliminating the weak fascia and cavities in her body to meet this ferocious attack.

Her heart stopped beating; she was about to confront Glory head-on. If she could withstand this punch, it meant her inner demons were gone! Glory would have no way to deal with her anymore! She would ascend a new level! Reach a new realm!

Her brain stopped working, giving up thinking, and hardened all her cerebrospinal fluid and brain tissue, fearing even the slightest harm.

The War King's fist struck the hard statue, but to no avail.

--The next punch was a combined attack from Xiao Qi and Xue Ming.

Both men's arms and torsos were injured by Pankrasin, and it seemed all sound waves had vanished. The mud had flowed into the sea and been digested within the statue of George Joshua.

"It's no use?!" Xiao Qi's right arm was covered in wounds, and the arm that was tightly holding her husband's hand was almost split in two. New wounds kept bursting from the muscle to the skin, leaving the skin torn open and the flesh torn and bloody!

SCK and SD both returned to their physical bodies.

--Glory hugged Seventh Brother's head and kissed her lover's pale lips fiercely.

Feathers sprouted from George Joshua's stiff body, but they immediately turned to dust as soon as they appeared.

These powders, like a terrifying contagious disease, pelted George Joshua's skin, immediately followed by more weathered white ash falling, which then turned into a mud-like mixture of blood and dust.

She seemed to melt instantly, like butter exposed to high temperatures, turning into a pool of blood-red mud. Even the sacred blood worm nest inside her belly couldn't escape, turning into ashes in the sunlight.

George Joshua remained motionless, transforming from a single person into a whole crowd.

--She's dead!