Chapter 336: Unrest (Part 3)
Every minute, every second, the acts of resistance from all living beings across the entire planet were supplying it with power. At this moment, all schemes finally surfaced, all efforts were for its own recovery, for it was simply too heavily wounded.
The Disciple of the Crimson World, representing the concept of resistance, could obtain a power similar to spiritual energy, yet fundamentally more ineffable, from anyone who knew of its existence, provided that person harbored the thought of resistance and acted upon it.
As for what they resisted, that didn't matter. Whether it was the working people's rebellion against the three great mountains, or slaves' defiance of their masters, all could bring it power.
Even if the resistance from ordinary people could only contribute an extremely faint wisp of power, under the principle of "gathering grains of sand to form a tower," it accumulated into a formidable sum.
It had poured all the power it had accumulated since arriving on this planet into this grand scheme.
From the emergence of Red Radiance to its full-scale eruption that tied down almost all high-level combatants, temporarily preventing them from interfering with events unfolding within the cities.
Now, everything was richly rewarded. Its power was slowly recovering, and once it recovered to a certain level, its interference with the material world would no longer be as weak and ineffectual as it was now.
Once a planetary-level lifeform, to have fallen so low as to spend hours just to kill a native, it never wanted to experience such helplessness again.
Barring any unforeseen circumstances, this global surge of mad unrest would continue until it deemed there was no more profit to be squeezed out. However, by that time, how many people would still be alive on Earth remained an unknown variable.
"Bang!"
"Rumble!"
The streets and alleys of the American nation had utterly transformed into battlefields. Ordinary people, wielding all kinds of hot weapons, would open fire on any place they perceived as dangerous.
To the Disciple of the Crimson World, this nation, where almost everyone owned a gun, was a super powder keg; just a few sparks would ignite a terrifying explosion.
Under the threat of the Spirit Devourer, most superhumans, wanting to distance themselves from densely populated areas, had hidden in the suburbs or even more remote countryside, causing urban hollowing. Even upon learning of the situation in the city, it would take them at least several hours to rush back.
Coupled with the Disciple of the Crimson World's pinning down of top-tier combat power and information blockade, they had no means to quell the incident. This ultimately allowed the mob unrest in the city to persist, rather than being suppressed by absolute force at its inception.
Emboldened by a certain power, the keyboard warriors, who usually only dared to voice their dissatisfaction in writing, for the first time found their courage soaring. They picked up their keyboards—no, they picked up the weapons in their hands—and stormed out of their homes, launching attacks against everything they disliked.
"Down with the tyrants, divide the wealth! Equalize rich and poor! My fate is mine to command, not heaven's!" Within Tianqing, a chaotic crowd of various voices, led by some individuals, stormed into Tianqing's villa district to loot.
Any who tried to stop them along the way, those with weaker wills were infected by the fanaticism and joined the mob, while the most resilient were directly beaten to death or crippled.
The Huaxia Federation was, after all, a country with strict gun control, and most bodyguards couldn't possibly carry guns. Facing wave after wave of human tide, the few who insisted on resisting were merely a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
"He killed someone!"
"Who killed someone?"
"There's an Ability User killing people up ahead!"
"Where? I hate those guys the most, always so arrogant, I'll beat every one I see to death!" roared a burly man wielding a bamboo pole.
Though most superhumans from the rich district had left, a small number chose to stay home. Facing these malicious intruders, they naturally showed no mercy, unleashing a punch right away.
However, what was an ordinary punch to a superhuman was a catastrophe for a common person. The leader of the group was directly struck, leaving a bloody hole, and blood sprayed from his back onto the faces of those behind him.
Perhaps due to Gaia's interference, which made them temporarily forget fear, the gushing blood not only failed to deter the intruders but instead ignited their ferocity.
More people surged forward, attempting to overwhelm this Tier 2 Ability User defending his home with human wave tactics. The Ability User, now truly enraged, no longer held back in the slightest, delivering a punch for every one of these scoundrels who dared to violate his property.
Due to the narrow terrain inside the house, he managed to hold on for a longer time. After leaving behind over a hundred mutilated corpses, Gu He, seeing the futility of further resistance, chose to escape by jumping out the window.
But what he hadn't expected was that during his bloody struggle, the mob surging into the wealthy district had already heavily sealed off all surrounding escape routes, making the danger comparable to a zombie siege. And after the high-intensity combat, most of his Spirit Energy had been consumed, making it no easy feat to break out.
"Sister Xun, why is it so noisy outside?" Xiao Yan, who was currently researching the unknown crystal shard in his hand, felt something was off.
This unknown crystal was something Xiao Yan had acquired from a street vendor, guided by an inexplicable feeling he had earlier. However, he had never figured out how this crystal could make him stronger.
Moreover, from its appearance, this object was clearly just a fragmented piece of a larger whole, and reassembling it seemed impossibly distant.
"Mr. Xiao... that's great, you're here..." Gu He, covered in blood, pushed open the door and, upon seeing the two, collapsed onto the ground from exhaustion after speaking only a single sentence.
From within the human-like encirclement, Gu He didn't believe he had any hope of breaking out. The boundless human sea, even if they just stood there letting him kill, would eventually tire him out to the point of collapse.
So he instead sought out neighbors who hadn't left, because anyone who could afford a house in Tianqing's wealthy district was at least of his caliber. If he could find a few more like himself, they would have a better chance of breaking out together.
Unfortunately, he searched many homes in a row, all of which were deserted. As early as when the Spirit Devourer first began to wreak havoc, nearly all the households here had fled to the countryside to avoid the trouble.
Just as his hope was about to extinguish, his fortunes unexpectedly turned, and he stumbled upon the Xiao family, who still remained. Due to Xiao Yan's obsession with power, they had stayed here.
"It's chaotic outside, but it's nothing to fear, easily crushed with a flick of the wrist," Xiao Yan said after using his Spirit Art of observation to sweep the surroundings and confirm that those causing trouble were all ordinary people.
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