Those mutated monsters each possessed grotesquely bizarre bodies.
Some were covered in eyes or pustules; some had scales and human faces growing from their bodies.
Some oozed half-melted, tar-like slime; some were covered in huge mouths lined with fangs, with grayish-white tentacles protruding from their bodies; others were crisscrossed with black stitches, beneath which blue-purple pustules writhed.
Others had turned into irregularly moving balls of flesh, while some were made entirely of rotting meat that fell off with every step.
Some had flesh worms crawling through their meat, burrowing in and out, their forms grotesque and horrifying.
Yet no matter which mutated monster it was, one or two traces of human features remained on its body, enough for people to recognize them.
These monsters might once have been human.
Fu Zeyu's gaze darkened.
He thought of that despairing world above the sky curtain.
The entire world had fallen beneath Weird contamination, leaving only a single city where humanity made its final stand.
Yet even that last city had eventually been reduced to ashes.
If the Aberration Association had never appeared...
Everyone close to Fu Zeyu, everyone he cared about, would have become like this.
Thus, he was grateful for the Aberration Association's emergence and wholeheartedly approved of it.
He was doing the right thing. He did not need anyone's approval.
As long as he could protect his family and the people he cared about, he was willing to offer every bit of his strength.
"Everchanging Demon Lord!"
"ROAR!"
The massive figure swung its powerful arm, smashing those mutated monsters into pulp in a single blow.
Unfortunately, perhaps these mutated monsters were too low-level, or perhaps they had endured hunger for too long.
Even with the Everchanging Demon Lord, radiating a terrifying aura, blocking their way, they still surged forward one