Deduct 30% Completion

Fang Linyan stared at the notification and felt an overwhelming urge to curse out loud. He was clearly nothing more than an ordinary rookie, and this was even his very first adventure—how could he possibly be judged as having "overwhelmingly crushed" others?

Was there no justice left in the world? No law?

But people are irrational creatures after all. In his anger, Fang Linyan never stopped to consider how the dead Fang must have felt.

Wasn't he wronged? Wasn't he aggrieved?

He probably had a bellyful of curses to spit out too. Having his head cleanly separated from his body for no reason at all, he must have died with his eyes wide open in grievance!

Just as Fang Linyan's attention wandered, the remaining terrorist let out a guttural "heh heh" gasp from his throat, turned with red-rimmed eyes toward a screaming woman nearby, took a step forward, and slammed a heavy fist squarely into her face.

The woman's scream cut off abruptly. She was knocked to the ground instantly, sliding two or three meters across the aisle before falling unconscious. Her face swelled rapidly, and blood quickly pooled across the floor.

The chaos in the cabin intensified. But seeing that the terrorist was unarmed, a burly man immediately stepped forward, rushed up quickly, and landed a solid hook punch to the terrorist's jaw.

In the burly man's mind, his opponent would surely stagger backward, and he would follow up with a perfect knee strike to finish the KO.

The brutal reality, however, was that the terrorist took the punch to the jaw and only tilted his head back slightly. Worse still, the burly man felt as if his fist hadn't hit a jaw at all, but something like a heavy sandbag—his strength poured in like a mud ox sinking into the sea, utterly useless.

As the terrorist tilted his head back, it became clear that beneath the skin of his face, something like writhing earthworms was crawling, twisted and hideous. His skin gradually paled, net-like blood vessels surfaced, and a faint black mist emanated from him.

His rotting mouth let out a demonic roar, revealing pale white teeth. The muscles beneath his pristine suit kept swelling, eventually bursting through the fabric and exposing themselves to the air.

The bulging muscles were covered in interwoven veins, already a sinister purple-black, as if some drug had been forcibly injected. In several places, the muscles tore through the skin's restraint, revealing raw, bloody flesh—extremely eerie and terrifying.

By now, the terrorist had transformed into a horrifying mutant. With a casual punch, the burly man was sent flying, crashing headfirst into the cabin wall, his face covered in blood.

Though the heavy punch only struck the cheekbone, the burly man's nasal bone and even his entire jaw suffered devastating damage. The cheekbone shattered and caved in, and the jawbone broke cleanly into three or four pieces. Broken, intermittent moans of pain escaped his mouth... along with blood.

Those around were stunned by the terrifying sight. Their hearts chilled, some screamed and fled in all directions, others trembled and crawled under seats to hide, while still others hugged their loved ones and prayed incessantly.

The mutant strode forward, grabbed the half-conscious burly man with one hand, and bit down on his throat. Its Adam's apple bobbed rapidly up and down as it greedily sucked his blood. The burly man's eyes were wide open, but he couldn't resist at all. Finally, his legs kicked once, and he died miserably.

It was at this moment that Fang Linyan received a prompt:

"One passenger has died. You are deducted 30% completion."

Seeing this prompt, Fang Linyan almost spat blood. He had racked his brains to raise that completion rate, even hoping for something like zero casualties—but that beautiful dream had shattered in just a few minutes! Seeing the mutant about to go after other passengers, Fang Linyan gritted his teeth, grabbed the dying terrorist beside him, and shouted at the monster:

"Idiot! Look over here!"

The mutant turned its head and saw its comrade being dragged like a dead dog, then saw Fang Linyan's face. In that instant, its remaining rationality drove it to let out a furious roar. It lifted its head and, stepping directly over the bloody corpse on the floor, strode toward him.

Wherever the monster passed, the corpses on the ground were trampled into bloody pulp. Its steps were incredibly heavy, causing the entire plane to shake and jolt as if hitting turbulence—a testament to its terrifying strength.

By now, the cabin was thick with the smell of blood, mixed with a strange rotting odor emanating from the demon, and the scent of various spilled drinks.

The survivors in the cabin all clamped their hands tightly over their mouths, terrified of making any sound that might draw attention. Even those who wanted to vomit suppressed their physical reactions, forcing down whatever had risen to their throats.

Seeing this, Fang Linyan didn't hesitate. He raised his hand and fired. The makeshift crossbow bolt accurately hit the mutant's shoulder, but the monster only flinched slightly. Worse, Fang Linyan saw that the bolt had only penetrated halfway into its body, with a long section still exposed. The mutant's muscles contracted and actually squeezed the bolt back out.

Others might not know, but Fang Linyan had confidence in the crossbow he had crafted himself. He had personally calculated and tested its power—it was no less formidable than an ordinary pistol bullet. This meant the mutant's defense was astonishing; at the very least, ordinary pistol rounds would struggle to break through.

Under these circumstances, engaging in hand-to-hand combat with such a freak would be suicide. Not only that, but Fang Linyan had also coated the bolt with poison. Based on the earlier tests with the other terrorists, the effect had been excellent. Yet the mutant remained unfazed, clearly having its pain nerves completely severed.

Seeing the enemy closing in, now only a few meters away, Fang Linyan said nothing more. He simply released the Blood Spider! This time, it worked—because the pain caused by the Blood Spider was a searing agony inflicted directly on the soul through black witchcraft, so even if the mutant's pain nerves had been assimilated, it was useless.

The Blood Spider pounced onto the mutant. The mutant's eyes suddenly flew wide open, and it let out a hoarse, piercing scream. It clutched its head and fell to its knees in agony, even slamming its head wildly against a nearby steel rack. After just a few impacts, its head was a bloody mess, and even the steel rack was bent and twisted out of shape.