I Am Also An Extraordinary Creature
Chapter 758 - 564 The Impact of a Single Sentence_1

Chapter 758: Chapter 564 The Impact of a Single Sentence_1

"Without the God Simulation Engine, I swear I would have slaughtered all those God Descenders!" As Zheng Yichen looked at the ’ruins’ ahead, his previously light mood suddenly became somewhat oppressive. Even cities with a Dusk Cathedral were targets for the Boundary Breakers.

An unknown weapon of destruction had flattened most of the city, leaving only a few survivors. In the distance, some temporary camps could be seen, with people staring vacantly at the radios before them.

There were still figures moving among the ruins, rescuers and scavengers, but the rescuers were too few. In a city decimated like this, no matter how much they struggled, it was like trying to put out a fire with a cup of water.

The only intact structure amid the debris was the Dusk Cathedral, which seemed eerily calm. People nearby looked at it with fear, likely because of some negative issues that had arisen after the explosion.

But as long as the issues didn’t reach the Dusk Territory, it didn’t matter how much commotion there was. Judging by the attitudes of the people here, it seemed the turmoil had indeed spread inside the Dusk Territory. The Dusk nuns would not coddle those making trouble, whether they were genuinely suffering refugees or high-and-mighty native deities.

If you came and caused trouble, they would deal with you ruthlessly.

Seeing Zheng Yichen arrive with the Dusk mercenary convoy following him, the people nearby looked on with longing and... resentment. Through the radio, they had learned about the explosion. But as victims,

they wondered whether, if these Dusk mercenaries had been more powerful, could the explosion have been avoided? If so, their families might still be alive, their properties unharmed. And perhaps if these people hadn’t been there at all, the explosion might never have happened?

There were those who were grateful, and those who harbored bitter resentment. But faced with the returnees, the resentful dared not say or do much, for Dusk had shown them its terrifying side.

After the explosion, survivors discovered that the Dusk Cathedral was unscathed. Some went mad, storming the place under the pretense of seeking justice, hoping to occupy it. However, the Dusk nuns effortlessly erased them, all while under the watchful eyes of those who hadn’t yet entered the cathedral.

The erased people vanished as if wiped away by an eraser, leaving not a trace. The shouts and challenges of those who hadn’t entered the Dusk Cathedral ceased abruptly.

Those inside the Dusk Cathedral who had narrowly survived found the place frightening, yet some astute individuals managed to stabilize the situation. Only those who had stormed in, challenging and questioning why the cathedral hadn’t protected the city and intending to incite riots and take over, were erased.

Those who followed the ’citizens’ rules’ remained unharmed. They would be safe as long as they continued to obey the rules. Otherwise, they would have been doomed. Besides, had they been anywhere else during that sky-darkening White Light, their chances of survival would have been slim.

At the time of the explosion, some had seen the outside world turn a blank white, with everything silently erased except for the Dusk Cathedral, which stood intact, sheltering those inside from harm.

Rather than a place of horror, it seemed more like a ’Holy Domain’ unaffected by violence.

Those people who were erased had brought violence and disorder to a place that should have been devoid of such things, and thus, they had violated the ’rules’ of the Holy Domain.

It served them right to be erased.

Those survivors outside the protection of Dusk feared this place, but those sheltered by Dusk, after adjusting their mindset, developed a stronger yearning for it.

After all, it was here that they had survived the explosion with absolute certainty. If they had been anywhere else in the city at that moment, what would their chances of survival have been?

Having witnessed the ’terror’ of the Dusk Cathedral, how could the resentful survivors dare to provoke an entity like the Dusk mercenaries?

If the Dusk nuns within the cathedral could erase a group of people as easily as using an eraser, could the Dusk mercenaries be the same?

They were mercenaries, not heroes. Heroes wouldn’t harm ordinary people or those affected by disasters. They would actively help them. But would mercenaries do the same?

The silent onlookers watched as the Dusk mercenaries disembarked with an air of ease, seemingly indifferent to the terror of the Dusk Cathedral, entering it as if returning to the safety of their own home.

Inside the Dusk Cathedral, a young man in the arms of his lover asked softly, "How do I become a Dusk mercenary?"

His plan for the day had been to take his lover to the park and a private cinema. But his lover, the literary girl beside him, suggested a visit here, wanting to take him to her cherished reading spot.

Like a child sharing a secret, the young man couldn’t resist the opportunity and agreed. After arriving, he too felt the place was nice, bathed in the gentle hues of Dusk, exuding a sense of serene timelessness.

Though initially planning to proceed with the day’s agenda after their visit, he chose to stay, absorbing the atmosphere. There he found even books he would normally struggle to focus on captivating, right until the explosion occurred...

"All you need is the strength to meet the standard," remarked a passing Dusk nun after glancing at the young man.

His girlfriend, eyes brimming with tears, asked, "Are you really going to do it?"

She had been crying for a long time, they had avoided the explosion at Dusk Cathedral, but their families weren’t in Dusk Cathedral; they were in this city.

"...Yeah, I want revenge." The boy hugged the girl beside him tightly, and after a moment of silence, he spoke with determination, "Maybe we can’t find the real culprits, but we’ll make those invaders pay!!"

He wanted to cry too, but seeing his lover already in such a state of distress, he forcefully suppressed the urge.

He had been somewhat confused initially, but a casual remark left by a passing Dusk nun made up his mind for him. All he needed was enough strength? That didn’t sound too difficult.

No, it should be said that he’d already qualified, it was just the lack of proper training that prevented him from becoming a Dusk mercenary right away, right?

"Being noticed by a Dusk nun, your talent must be pretty impressive," commented a passing Dusk mercenary with a grin. He adjusted the heavy bag on his shoulders and said to the somewhat perplexed young man, "Just wait for me for a bit."

He quickly went to the storage lockers. The locker area of Dusk Cathedral was ’vast’ enough that even with many Dusk mercenaries around, it never felt crowded. Everyone there exchanged smiles, knowing their merit point gains this time were likely close to the minimum guaranteed.

But the resource haul was massive.

He opened his storage locker and emptied it of a pile of items that now seemed useless to make room for the important resources he’d brought back. Meanwhile, he mentioned to a nearby Dusk mercenary, "I just saw a young man on the road who was proactively reminded by a Dusk nun."

"Oh? So his talent must be really outstanding?" The fellow Dusk mercenary expressed surprise, as Dusk nuns rarely initiated conversation with visitors at Dusk Cathedral, even if the person was a Dusk mercenary.

Unless someone was as the conversation implied, with exceptional talent, then a Dusk nun would actively say a few words before reverting back to their usual reserved demeanor.

The Dusk mercenary watched his companion clearing out the locker and thought for a moment before also pulling out some small items. They were things he’d used before but had become unnecessary as his strength increased.

"Having one more promising colleague for the future isn’t a bad thing."

As for potential future conflicts... forget about it. There were so many Dusk mercenaries, like the colleague who brought the news, who, once they parted this time, would likely never meet again. Parting often meant parting forever.

Besides, how many conflicts could there be?

Thinking optimistically, maybe the person would become a big shot in the future, and if they happened to meet again, he might even give them a lift.

The Dusk mercenaries, content with their substantial gains and in a good mood, indulged in gossip, leaving the young man staring dumbfounded at the pile of items laid before him, then looking at those Dusk mercenaries who left with a smile after dropping the stuff.

They were getting rid of the useless items, which included various drinking waters and foods—essentials for the Dusk mercenaries when they set out on their missions, as no one was sure what kind of world they would be entering.

A normal world was manageable, but a post-apocalyptic type of world demanded preparation of resources in advance, or life would become very unpleasant.

Now that the mission was over, they could’ve saved these items for next time, but they needed to free up enough space in their storage. So, they shook everything out, leaving it inside Dusk Cathedral for the survivors there to use freely.

As for issues with distribution? Those who tried to strong-arm or seize would be harshly sanctioned by the Dusk nuns.

Speaking of which, the number of Dusk nuns here had also decreased quite a bit. Still, the fact that more than ten remained meant the world’s disaster was severe, but not to the degree of a post-apocalyptic reconstruction where the human race was on the brink of extinction.

The boy picked up a book, still in a daze. It was a training manual suitable for building a foundation and wouldn’t interfere with mastering other powers later on, and there was also something about magic in the other books.

He was thinking about how to train and improve quickly when suddenly all kinds of methods were available, almost too many, causing him to feel decision paralysis. He couldn’t help but look toward his lover, "How about... you train too?"

"It doesn’t matter if you train wrongly, here in Dusk you can cleanse without damage, it just costs a bit of money," said Zheng Yichen’s voice. "You don’t need merit points at your current level. Young man, are you interested in magic power?"

The boy looked at Zheng Yichen in confusion. Zheng Yichen looked quite young, not much older than him, just more robust in stature.

Magic power? It sounded dangerous. He noticed the Dusk mercenaries around him wore odd expressions—not those directed at someone unlucky, but another kind of emotion.

To describe it, it was like when one of his low-profile classmates was picked up by a luxury car at the school gate after school, eliciting looks from the other students that suggested something incredible...

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