On the eastern outskirts of Roost City, many citizens stared in horror at the nearly fifty-meter-tall giant of flesh, his whole body blazing like fire.
"The Flesh Sovereign, a god above gods? Is he one of the immortals from myth and legend?"
"Who cares whether he's an immortal? Run! He's already called us ants. Are you waiting for him to step on you?"
"Wait for me! I need a photo for my feed! If I'm going to die, I'm doing it with some ceremony!"
"Are you out of your damn mind? Shit, shit, shit! You moron, stay here and die, then!"
"I'm going live! I've got a feeling this stream will make me famous across the Federation! Money, women, status—I want it all!"
"There goes another one who's lost his mind—"
"—"
Ignoring the citizens, whether terrified or ecstatic, Zhou Dongqiang looked down at the two little fireballs he had just conjured in his hands. Then he looked up at the crimson giant towering dozens of meters above him. He swallowed, snuffed out the fireballs, and glanced anxiously at Liu Qingqing beside him. "Qingqing, what do we do now?"
Both of them counted as superhumans, but only compared with ordinary people. Faced with an enormous giant, their command of fire and water and their firearms expertise seemed especially feeble. They might not even be able to break through his defenses.
Liu Qingqing's face had gone a little pale, but she remained calm. "Headquarters must know about a disturbance this big. Support will arrive soon!"
"Support..." Zhou Dongqiang steadied himself. He had only just become a full member of the Curio Management Association, so unlike Liu Qingqing, he knew nothing of the Association's hidden trump cards. He did, however, know something of its publicly known strength.
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