Global Mutation!

Central Pacific Ocean.

At the bottom of a trench ten thousand meters deep.

A giant squid over ten meters long lay silently dormant in the darkness.

Suddenly.

The surrounding seawater boiled as it surged into its massive body.

"Roar—"

It abruptly opened its abyss-like maw and let out a howl that did not belong to any marine creature.

Dark red light flickered wildly within its body.

In just a few seconds.

Its body swelled frantically like an inflated balloon.

Twenty meters.

Thirty meters.

Fifty meters!

The surfaces of its once-soft tentacles sprouted hard, pitch-black scales.

The edges of every scale gleamed with a metallic, icy sheen.

Hunger.

A hunger that seemed capable of devouring the entire world instantly occupied its underdeveloped brain.

It needed to feed!

It needed more energy!

This deep-sea monstrosity, which had just entered the ranks of first-tier Ferocious Beasts, violently lashed its giant tentacles.

The immense recoil stirred a violent undercurrent across the seabed.

Like a colossal black torpedo, it shot straight toward the surface.

At the same time.

White Eagle Country.

Deep within Yellowstone National Park.

An adult grizzly bear in hibernation suddenly opened its eyes.

Its pupils had turned completely blood-red with bloodlust.

Its brown fur stood up strand by strand, hard as steel needles.

Its body had grown directly to a staggering five meters tall.

"Boom!"

The solid rock cave was smashed apart by its charge.

Rubble flew through the air.

The mutated grizzly roared at the sky, and the sound waves shook thick snow from the treetops.

It twitched its nose and caught the scent of humans dozens of kilometers away.

There lay the nourishment it needed to evolve.

It was not only the deep sea and dense forests.

Disaster erupted directly in the heart of civilization in a way all humanity had never anticipated.

Gaul Country.

The city of romance.

Champs-Élysées.

A blonde noblewoman in expensive furs was walking a purebred French bulldog.

The French bulldog had been plodding along on its short legs.

Suddenly.

It stopped in place, its entire body convulsing violently.

"Oh."

"My poor little darling, what's wrong?"

The noblewoman crouched down, intending to pet her beloved dog.

The next second.

The French bulldog's jaw abruptly split open, tearing all the way back to its ears.

Its body swelled to the size of a calf within a few breaths.

Two rows of jagged fangs gleamed with a sinister, icy light.

"Crunch!"

Before the noblewoman could even scream, half her body was bitten to pieces in a single bite.

"Monster!"

"God, save us!"

At the sight of this.

The crowd fled wildly like headless flies.

Two patrolling officers drew the guns at their waists and fired frantically at the mutated French bulldog.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

But the mutated French bulldog was too fast.

Its massive body became a black blur as it pounced directly at them.

The gunfire came to an abrupt halt.

Scenes like this played out madly in every nation and every city across the globe.

On ranches in Kangaroo Country, docile sheep grew fangs and tore sheepdogs to shreds.

On the streets of Sakura Country, stray cats swelled in size and harvested lives through the crowds like cheetahs.

Those foreign dignitaries who had once stood so high above everyone else were all dragged out of their beds.

"Mr. President, a large number of monsters have appeared on the streets of New York!"

"Ordinary police officers can't stop them at all!"

"What about the military? Mobilize the military immediately!"

"Report! The military dogs have mutated too. A massacre is taking place inside the barracks!"

The entire overseas world fell completely into an unprepared hell.

No one understood what had happened.

They only knew one thing: the apocalypse had truly arrived.

Yet on this blue planet, one land presented an entirely different scene.

Dragon Country.

Shu Capital, Chunxi Road.

Even in the early morning.

There were still quite a few early-rising sanitation workers and breakfast vendors along the street.

Beside a trash can at a street corner.

A filthy stray dog was rummaging for food.

Suddenly.

The stray dog stiffened all over, a pained whimper escaping its throat.

Lumps of flesh bulged across its originally bony back, as if something were about to burst from within.

The elderly street sweeper nearby was stunned.

The broom in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

Just as the stray dog was about to complete its transformation and pounce on the old man.

"Bang!"

A dull gunshot tore through the morning silence.

On a rooftop of a high-rise building.

A fully armed sniper steadily held down his rifle barrel.

Through the scope.

The head of the stray dog, which had just mutated and had not yet had the chance to wreak havoc, exploded like a watermelon.

The stray dog's body twitched twice before going completely still.

"Position Three, target eliminated."

The sniper pressed his earpiece, his voice cold to the extreme.

The next second.

Four heavily armed soldiers rushed out from the alleys on both sides of the street.

They efficiently set up a cordon and covered the mutated dog's corpse with a tarp.

The entire process took less than thirty seconds.

The elderly street sweeper had not even reacted before it was all over.

"Sir."

"It's all right now."

"This is an anti-terrorism drill."

A squad leader stepped forward and blocked the old man's view.

The old man swallowed, staring at the glaring pool of blood with his mind in a complete mess.

But he asked nothing and merely nodded tremblingly.

"All... all right."

"Thank you for your hard work."

This was the absolute suppression brought by the information gap.

Ordinary people did not understand why the dog had grown larger.

They only saw soldiers fire their weapons and the crisis end.

As for the soldiers carrying out the mission, they had received only one absolute order.

Any animal with an abnormal size and aggressive tendencies was to be killed on the spot without mercy!

If it remained docile after mutating, it was to be immediately sedated and taken into centralized custody.

In an upscale residential complex in Shu Capital.

A young woman hid behind the sofa, clamping a hand tightly over her mouth.

Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

In the center of the living room.

The Maine Coon she had raised for three years was now as large as a tiger.

Its sharp claws gouged deep trenches into the expensive flooring.

Just then.

The front door was kicked open with a thunderous crash.

Five soldiers rushed into the living room with riot shields and rifles.

"Meowr—"

The mutated Maine Coon let out a vicious roar and pounced at the foremost riot shield.

"Bang!"

The enormous impact drove the shield-bearing soldier back three steps.

That soldier was Wang Qiang.

He had originally thought he would be sent flying.

But at the moment of impact.

Wang Qiang felt an incomparably violent current of heat surge through his body.

The heat coursed through his limbs and bones, instantly flooding into his arms.

"Get the hell back!"

Wang Qiang roared.

The muscles in his arms suddenly bulged, and he actually withstood the mutated cat's attack.

Not only that.

He shoved forward fiercely.

The mutated cat, weighing over one hundred kilograms, was actually sent flying by his riot shield.

"Open fire!"

The squad leader gave the order decisively without the slightest hesitation.

A dense barrage of bullets instantly riddled the mutated cat.

The crisis was over.

The young woman collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath.

But Wang Qiang stared blankly at his own hands.

He could clearly feel that current of heat still surging through his body.

Something incomparably sweet seemed to be entering through his pores from the air.

"Squad leader..."

"I feel like... I could kill a bull with my bare hands now."

Wang Qiang swallowed, his voice slightly unsteady.

"Stop talking nonsense."

"Handle the bodies quickly. Move to the next location."

The squad leader patted his shoulder, his eyes equally filled with shock.

It was not just Wang Qiang.

Across all of Dragon Country, every soldier carrying out missions was undergoing an unprecedented transformation.

Over the past few months,

the Basic Breathing Technique had long become a mandatory daily training requirement throughout the military.

Although the vast majority of people could not sense so-called spiritual energy at all,

day after day of practice had already formed muscle memory in their bodies.

Now, the Spiritual Energy Tide had arrived.

Blue Star's spiritual energy concentration surged tens of thousands of times in just a few minutes.

Those once-dry meridians were instantly filled with dense spiritual energy.

Countless soldiers who had been hovering around the passing mark broke through on the spot.

Some with slightly better talent directly condensed a Qi Vortex, becoming true First-Tier Early Stage martial artists!

They did not understand what was happening.

But they knew very clearly that their bodies were rapidly growing stronger.