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Chapter 190
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    Shubh
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    Chapter 190

    Fiend Lu had once seriously contemplated a single question:

    What was the purpose of Mutants in this world?

    He pondered it for many years, yet never found a satisfactory answer.

    Perhaps...

    Mutants were nothing more than the lingering poison left behind by the previous era.

    In that ancient age, survival was everything.

    Power meant survival.

    Strength ensured the continuation of the race.

    For that goal, every sacrifice could be justified.

    But now...

    The Zhu Hua People had already achieved complete victory.

    The entire world belonged to them.

    Mutants were no longer necessary.

    They were merely remnants left behind during the transition from one era to another—relics that had already fulfilled their purpose.

    Sooner or later...

    They would disappear.


    ---

    Lu traveled the world alone.

    He visited countless places.

    Met countless people.

    Spent decades searching for an answer.

    Only after reaching the age of fifty did he finally understand.


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    The world had never stopped changing.

    The Zhu Hua People continued to advance.

    Every year, new inventions emerged.

    New ideas.

    New technologies.

    Life became increasingly prosperous.

    Yet the eight evolutionary sequences of the Mutants remained exactly as they had been a thousand years ago.

    They knew only one thing.

    Kill.

    Devour.

    Evolve.

    Nothing else.


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    Among the legends of the Prophetic Folk Sequence, there was an ancient prophecy.

    One day...

    Someone would bring both calamity and transformation to the world.

    As a member of the Prophetic Folk Sequence himself, Lu had never understood those words.

    Until now.

    Only after understanding the world's direction did he finally comprehend the wisdom of his ancestors.


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    The world needed someone to usher in that transformation.

    Instead of waiting until the Zhu Hua People declined toward extinction...

    Why not reshape the world while humanity still stood at its peak?


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    From that day onward...

    Lu made his decision.

    He would become the person foretold in the prophecy.

    He would exterminate every Mutant.

    Erase the remnants of the old era.

    Cleanse the poison left behind by history.


    ---

    Perhaps...

    This was the true meaning of his existence.


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    Originally, he had never intended to go this far.

    Everything changed not long ago.

    In Anliang City, he encountered something unlike anything he had ever seen.

    It was called a textile machine.

    The machine could weave cloth with astonishing efficiency.

    He learned that it had originated from Temple Forest City.


    ---

    Lu studied the machine for quite some time.

    The ingenious mechanisms.

    The elegant craftsmanship.

    The countless clever ideas hidden inside.

    They left him deeply impressed.


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    He believed...

    This represented the future of the Zhu Hua People.

    A brand-new era was quietly beginning.


    ---

    But such a miraculous invention...

    Had been destroyed during a battle between Mutants.


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    At that moment...

    Lu awakened.


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    The new era had already arrived.

    It wasn't humanity holding itself back.

    It was the Mutants.


    ---

    So he finally made up his mind.

    Beginning with Anliang City...

    He would bring calamity to the Mutants...

    And transformation to the Zhu Hua People.


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    This world...

    No longer needed Mutants.


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    As Lu slowly walked through the ruined streets of Linyuan City, his conviction became even firmer.

    Perhaps...

    This was the mission of the Residual Poison Folk Sequence.


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    A tall, muscular man worked shirtless beneath the blazing sun.

    Since early morning, he had been clearing away the rubble that had once been his home.

    Beside him sat his young son.

    The child watched quietly, occasionally helping carry away small stones.


    ---

    This place had once been their house.

    Until the recent battle reduced it to ruins.


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    The man was only a Second-Tier Tracker.

    He had never wanted to evolve any further.

    He carefully concealed his identity as a Mutant.

    All he wished for...

    Was to raise his son peacefully.


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    When the great battle erupted in Linyuan City, his instincts warned him of danger.

    Without hesitation, he grabbed his son and fled.

    They survived.

    His wife did not escape with them.


    ---

    Now he had returned.

    Perhaps...

    If he rebuilt their home...

    One day...

    His wife might find her way back.


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    He wiped the sweat from his forehead.

    Holding his son's hand, he smiled.

    "Come on."

    "I'll buy you some freshly steamed buns."

    "In just a few more days..."

    "We'll have a home again."


    ---

    The boy's eyes lit up.

    "Steamed buns!"


    ---

    ...


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    An elderly couple finished selling their vegetables.

    They returned to their dilapidated home and quietly locked the door.

    After resting for a while...

    The old woman asked softly,

    "Old man..."

    "Do you think our youngest son will ever come back?"


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    The old man clicked his tongue.

    "We're already this old."

    "What's the point of worrying?"

    "Life and death are decided by fate."

    "Whether he comes back or not... doesn't matter."


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    The old woman sighed.

    "Perhaps..."

    "We'll have to wait another ten years."


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    Silence filled the room.

    After a long while, she quietly whispered,

    "Old man..."

    "I regret becoming a Mutant."


    ---

    The old man immediately interrupted her.

    "What nonsense!"

    "Don't ever say that again."


    ---

    She fell silent.


    ---

    ...


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    Three children, each around ten years old, sat together.

    One dark-skinned boy looked enviously at another child with a scar across his forehead.

    "Little Eight..."

    "You really became a Mutant?"


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    Little Eight nodded.

    "I don't even know how."

    "I only took one bite..."

    "And suddenly I became one."


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    The dark-skinned boy sighed.

    "I'm jealous."

    "But I heard eating Mutant flesh can kill you."

    "I'd never dare."


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    A little girl beside them nodded repeatedly.

    "Neither would I."

    "Little Eight..."

    "You're really brave."


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    Little Eight scratched his head and laughed foolishly.

    "I was just lucky."

    "But don't tell anyone."

    "Promise?"


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    Linyuan City still contained many Mutants.

    Each lived a different life.

    Each carried different dreams.


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    Some actively pursued evolution.

    Seeking greater strength.

    Believing slaughter was the path to the summit of the world.


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    Others had become Mutants by accident.

    Terrified of discovery.

    They hid their identities, hoping only to live ordinary lives.


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    Some had once pursued power...

    Only to realize how dangerous that road truly was.

    They no longer wished to evolve.

    They simply wanted peaceful lives.


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    But regardless of their hopes...

    Regardless of their kindness...

    The moment they took the first bite of Mutant flesh...

    Their destinies had already been decided.


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    Because...

    A Fiend who had sworn to eradicate every Mutant...

    Had arrived in their city.


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    No one...

    Would be spared.


    ---

    ...


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    The next morning...

    As dawn broke...

    Fiend Lu slowly walked out of Linyuan City.


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    Throughout the enormous city...

    Every Mutant had quietly died in their sleep.

    Without pain.

    Without struggle.


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    Their deaths were first discovered by the people closest to them.


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    No matter how heartbroken the cries became...

    No matter how desperately families tried to wake them...

    The dead never opened their eyes again.


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    But the world remained as indifferent as ever.

    The sun still rose.

    The wind still blew.

    Life continued forward...

    As though nothing had happened.


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    At that very moment...

    Su Hao arrived near Linyuan City.


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    As his Radar Perception swept across the city...

    He immediately noticed something unusual.

    There wasn't a single Mutant life signature remaining.

    Only ordinary humans were left.


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    Then...

    Another presence entered his perception.

    Outside the city...

    A Seventh-Tier Mutant was slowly walking away.


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    A faint smile appeared on Su Hao's face.

    "So..."

    "I finally found you."

    "Fiend Lu."
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    SeriousReal
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    slaughterer, prime exanple of the fearsomness of lowbred uneducated idiots with power can do. destroy millions of ppl due to a misguided whim , thinking hes a special snowflake with a higher purpose..... sounds like a place ik.
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