Chapter 275 Cruel Storytelling
N89 area, broadcasting station.
As an intelligence region directly connected to the core base, such places are usually heavily guarded, but at this moment... there are only two people in the signal tower office.
The reason is simple: both of them survived the fusion potion and were experts who received forbidden transplants. As for their overall strength, it was about the same as that of a regular C01. Although not extremely impressive, it was enough for Joshua to use his sword.
All the vehicles transporting supplies and research materials were parked in the square next to the station, totaling more than fifty vehicles. Inside the main station's office, the two guards were having a storytelling session, and the content of which was extremely vulgar.
"Do you even understand what a cruel spirit is? A person with this kind of spirit is destined to have some kind of indelible and bizarre childhood experience."
"For example, as I said, I once applied glue seven times in ten minutes."
"After that... I was unconscious for three hours."
"And they comprehended the mysteries of the universe."
That's what Mike Rong said.
Men are inherently stubborn and unwilling to admit defeat, especially when faced with others showing off, they are more inclined to compete.
"What rubbish."
"What do you mean by that? You dare to call yourself a ruthless person?"
Christopher waved dismissively, indicating that he should go somewhere cool. At that moment, a message came through the communication channel that the patrol personnel had carried the stupid woman who died in the pool to the incinerator and asked if the water source in the area needed to be replaced.
Just as he was about to say something, someone else interrupted, saying that a sizable army had appeared three kilometers to the south, carrying a lot of supplies, and that everyone was wounded, as if they had come to ask for help.
Christopher gave a few perfunctory instructions, not taking the two matters to heart, and ignored the outsiders being monitored from the outside, focusing on telling his carefully prepared story.
"You said you once accomplished some great feat in ten minutes, right?"
"I can only say that the cruelty you perceive is just the tip of the iceberg."
"True cruelty is being ruthless and merciless towards others and even oneself."
Mikron poured two glasses of wine, took out a bag of peanuts, and said that this opening was awesome and that he was all ears.
"Can."
"Judging from your reaction, I know you've always been a person of good taste."
"I am the best of the best in the cruel spirit."
You may call me God.
"Because only I deserve this title."
Christopher sighed deeply. "Damn it, am I not a god?" he thought. "What I'm about to say could advance human civilization by ten thousand years, and could make even the toughest man weep and bow down in submission."
"Stop fucking keeping me in suspense."
"Just spit it out already, will you?"
Mike Rong was speechless for a moment, then reluctantly urged them on.
"You just said you fired seven shots in ten minutes, right?"
"He's really too weak, brother."
"True art does not pursue speed, but quality, and it is the overwhelming pressure that can shock you."
"That happened when I was young—around seventeen. During my student days, I was surrounded by bastards who were experts in all sorts of lowbrow films—my knowledge in that area came from those beasts."
"But I... am a perfectionist."
"I think it's a very low-level thing to just use ordinary methods of release to reach the Pure Land."
Mikron paused in his peanut-eating motion, his expression suddenly becoming somewhat subtle.
"I want to find a more awesome way to vent, one that is more in line with my identity."
"So one day, I browsed some restricted content on my cousin's computer and discovered a technical term—'forced takeoff'."
"That day after school, I ran to the convenience store and bought an eggplant that was perfect for stir-frying, and also a lot of Vaseline."
Mike Rong spat out his drink, stared wide-eyed at Christopher, and stood there dumbfounded as if struck by lightning.
"Of course—I'm not an idiot."
"Just buying these two things... anyone will immediately know what I'm up to. Please, I'm the top student in the whole grade, how could I not have thought of that? Haha!"
"So I bought a lot of bandages, hemostatic powder, ropes, and even pet collars."
"That way they won't be able to figure out what I'm planning to do."
Christopher said this with a proud look on his face, as if to say, "Why don't you say a few words of praise to me?"
"Great, that's awesome, bro."
"I've already admitted defeat. From now on, you're my brother. I admit I'm just a simpleton."
Mikron was completely impressed.
Is this the spirit of supreme cruelty?
He truly is... one of the most muscular men in the world.
However, this is not the climax of the story.
Christopher shook his head, feigning mystery.
Mike Rong chuckled twice, indicating that he should stop with this. He was using such technical jargon; what other tricks could this beast possibly pull?
"So, how did you feel afterwards?"
He asked that question.
"I felt absolutely nothing."
"I washed that thing clean and then did what the website said—but nothing happened, it wasn't as amazing as the descriptions made it out to be, and I just felt some pain."
"Have you ever experienced not having a bowel movement for a week and then getting hemorrhoids? It's pretty much the same feeling."
Christopher thought for a moment and realized that this metaphor was the most apt. He ignored Mike Rong and continued speaking to himself.
"Then I took out the eggplant because my mom was calling me to eat. Damn, I was starving at that time, and I didn't even have time to pack up before going downstairs."
"As a result... after finishing the meal, when I returned to my room, the eggplant was gone."
"My hardworking mother came to my room to tidy up my dirty clothes while I was eating. There was no reason why she wouldn't have noticed that thing, that huge, fucking stir-fried vegetable covered in feces and Vaseline."
"I had forgotten how to think at that point."
"It took me a long time to realize that I probably wouldn't survive the night, because my dad and mom are both veterans. If he knew I was doing this, he would definitely disassemble the rifle and stuff the pieces into my bladder. I swear he's capable of doing that."
But, surprisingly, nothing happened.
"I waited under this cloud for several months, until the new semester started, and they never talked to me about that."
"And it hangs over my head like a ghost, day and night, reminding me of how stupid the decisions I made in the past were."
Christopher's story is finished.
Mikron has even forgotten how to speak human language.
At that very moment.
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