Enforcer Manual
Chapter 215: Friend, Have You Heard of Justifiable Defense?_1

Chapter 215: Chapter 215: Friend, Have You Heard of Justifiable Defense?_1

Madman!

Watching Song Lan reach out his right hand toward "The Devourer," Medea prepared to flee the instant she saw it.

When he declined the α-blocker, she had an inkling she was dealing with a layman, but she could have never imagined someone so tired of living to this extent.

She remembered emphasizing to Song Lan that individual will is negligible in front of the Queen’s Nest, and the most direct way to facilitate a consciousness exchange is through touch.

The moment their bodies make contact, the consciousness of the Queen’s Nest crashes into the individual’s brain like a tsunami, crushing their autonomy instantly, no matter how strong it is.

Because it’s a fusion deep within the soul.

With one’s individual consciousness, to withstand the collective of all creatures assimilated by The Devourer, as well as The Devourer itself.

The gigantic worm clearly wasn’t going to pass up such an opportunity; the part of its body closest to Song Lan extended many root-like tendrils, wrapping around his outstretched right hand.

Almost at the same time, an endless Whisper echoed in the depths of Song Lan’s heart.

Devouring, integrating, evolving, obeying...

These words incessantly circled in the depths of his mind, and at the same time, a scene that didn’t belong to his memories emerged.

Everything seemed to revert to the very beginning.

What was before him was no longer the gigantic worm, but a weak and solitary entity that was swept by the current into the deepest part of this sewer, soaked in wastewater for a long while. It then found its first target—a discarded mineral water bottle.

It slowly swam to the side of the plastic bottle, extended its tentacle-like limbs, and wrapped around it.

The first integration was painfully slow, it took two to three minutes for the slender tendrils to completely devour the plastic bottle.

Even though it was slow, it was the most significant step it had taken, for it marked the first step towards evolution and growth. After completely assimilating the plastic bottle, it rested for a moment then immediately focused its attention on other inanimate objects.

What was unfolding before Song Lan’s eyes appeared to be a very unique evolutionary chain, narrating how a weak entity became as powerful as it was today.

The entire evolutionary chain was trying to persuade him, calling him to embrace integration and become a part of this great endeavor.

However, just as he became interested in continuing to watch, the flesh bud enveloping his right hand retracted as if electrocuted. The colossal worm writhed, seemingly thrown into a state of extreme agitation and unrest.

It was a shudder from the depths of the soul, coupled with a primal fear etched into the instincts of living beings.

Medea, who had witnessed the whole scene, was in utter disbelief. Just now, "The Devourer" had voluntarily severed the link with Song Lan, rejecting him.

This was the first time she had seen such a peculiar situation in her research of "The Devourer."

Up until now, "The Devourer" had indiscriminately devoured everything around it to grow stronger, assimilating everything that its flesh could reach into the Queen’s Nest, particularly favoring living beings because the presence of consciousness made integration with organics much faster than with inorganic matter.

"What on earth did you do?"

Medea no longer cared about her escape route; she quickly approached Song Lan and demanded an answer.

The thirst for knowledge pulsing through her veins made her desperate to understand the answer because, in her eyes, Song Lan had already transcended human limits and become some unknown creature donning human skin.

Just now, not only did he resist the call of the Queen’s Nest with his individual consciousness, but he even frightened The Devourer. At this moment, the writhing giant worm in front of Song Lan seemed like a child who had done something wrong.

"I didn’t do anything at all,"

Confronted with Medea’s questioning, Song Lan was completely bewildered.

The scene that had just played in his mind was like watching a documentary that recounted the transformation of "The Devourer" from a weak entity into the gigantic worm before him—the whole process—but to his discontent, this documentary had just begun when it was abruptly cut off.

He hated this feeling, as if he was watching a movie that stopped halfway through.

"Yes, that’s right, you didn’t do anything..."

Medea seemed to realize something; she muttered to herself, "Contact is the process of fusion, during which your consciousness will achieve complete synchronization with the Queen’s Nest; therefore, the problem lies in your memory."

"My memory? What’s wrong with my memory..."

He was only halfway through his sentence when Song Lan’s voice abruptly stopped.

Because as he reflexively reflected on his own memories following Medea’s words, those memories that had been focused on suddenly surged forth.

It all traced back to over a month ago, when small-time thugs grabbed him by the head on his way home from work and dragged him into a dark room.

Chai Ke and his subordinates shattered his previously peaceful life.

Then one by one, all the memories that had been focused on surfaced.

Chai Ke, Dorago Safron, Phine Arnhem, the spies of the Foster Family...

Until recently when he directly faced the Scarecrow at the Barrosa Group’s distribution center.

The moment the arcs produced by the Destruction-type Spiritual Energy tore through the sky was when his link with the Queen’s Nest was completely severed.

A murderer.

Due to some subtle connection, Song Lan understood the gaze of the giant worms.

In their view, depriving a living being of its life was the ultimate form of plunder, and everything the individual before them had done so far was to continually take away the lives of other species.

Although identified as human, they firmly believed the entity they were facing was some horrifying, unseen species, and possibly, a death god bred by nature itself to take away the lives of other species.

Even they themselves were not exempt.

Not long ago, one of their kind had also been deprived of life by the individual before them, turning into dust amidst the storm stirred by the soul.

It was a complete and utter annihilation, the surging storm the natural enemy of all life.

This inevitably led it to suspect that the "death god" before it had come to reap its life.

Confirmed eye contact.

In front of Song Lan was darkness; you might not believe it, but he was actually being regarded as a serial killer by an enormous creature nearly a hundred meters in length, which inspected him with eyes filled with terror and caution.

Clearly, this didn’t help in establishing a good first impression between them.

After all, even parasites or mutant creatures probably wouldn’t want to befriend a serial killer, and had it not been for the language barrier, he felt the worm in front of him might have already wanted to call the police on him.

This was the message he read from the other’s eyes.

"Cough."

Song Lan believed that everyone should look beyond the surface to see the essence, possessing eyes that are good at discovering the true, the good, and the beautiful.

Because essentially, he was a good citizen who loved peace and pursued a tranquil life.

In an effort to salvage his own image, he couldn’t help but cough lightly, defending his image, "Friend, have you heard of self-defense?"