It's hard to describe such an expression.

On the dark skin appeared the pallor of death, yet the bloodshot eyes stared at him intently, and the corners of the mouth slowly cracked open.

Silent laughter.

Such a smile was too exaggerated, too terrifying—the corners of the mouth stretched endlessly to the sides, followed by the lips in the center, bleeding and unfolding violently, suddenly swelling!

A bizarre mix of flesh and bone, like a blooming flower.

The four-lobed mouthpart squirmed, suddenly lunging out!

Bang!

Tu Sihai screamed instinctively, staggered back a step, but was tripped by a bottle, falling to the ground, scrambling backward on his hands and feet.

Instinctively wanting to reach for the bedside, fumbling, but unable to find his gun.

Bang!!

The porthole vibrated violently, blood spread, crack opened.

Bang!!!

The mutant figure once again exerted all its force, slammed into the window, instantly shattering into a mess of flesh and blood.

Like a heap of sludge.

Dead... dead?

Tu Sihai gasped violently, stunned, gripping the gun fallen to the ground tightly, incredulous.

But soon, he saw, behind the shattered glass, that pool of blood snaked, chunks of flesh squirming, as if alive, squeezed through the crack, into the cabin.

Amidst the aggregating flesh, eerie faces overlapped, writhing as if in lament, hundreds of eyes opened, staring at him fixedly.

Tentacles covered with sharp bone emerged suddenly, like an octopus, winding and curling around him, starting to contract rapidly...

Screaming shrieks, gunfire, fire erupted.

But everything was confined within the cabin.

"Help... help... help..."

Tu Sihai struggled desperately, firing randomly, somehow finding the strength to break free temporarily, like a miracle, lunged to the door, but couldn't pull it open.

He could only pound desperately at the window, trying to attract others' attention.

In the midst of tentacles and grotesque faces' entanglement, futile struggles continued until hurried footsteps suddenly resounded from the deck, someone was rushing over!

But before he could even feel relief or joy, he saw...

Behind the window covered in blood and cracks, more ghastly faces appeared, overflowing with the same frenzy and hunger, eager, stepping closer step by step.

Pressed against the window, staring fixedly at that desperate, distorted face.

Silently grinning.

"Heh heh, found you..."

"Found you, found you... found you..."

Under the dim, wan moonlight, shadows of people gradually expanded, extending bizarre shapes amidst the chilling cracking sounds, completely devouring the last light.

Screams were drowned in darkness.

Gradually silenced.

"Sir, you really are..."

Isis remarked coldly, "Quite boring."

"What's boring about it? It's explosively interesting, okay!"

Ji Jue sat in front of the screen, eyes gleaming as he watched the drama he directed unfold: "Add some effects here, yes yes, right here, make his subordinate appear, twist it a bit, make it more expensive, yes, add some dialogue, let me think, let me think oh!

'Honey, marriage for a hundred days in one night?' No, no, 'It's so dark and black below, I'm so scared'? Hmm, 'Why don't you save me?'... Isis, which one do you like?"

"..."

Isis was silent for a moment, then said coldly, "If you want to torture your fellow humans, I think you only need to project the face and words you displayed on the underground assembly line, and I think that's sufficient."

"Indeed, though there's one point that's incorrect."

Ji Jue gazed down at the screen where a face was twisted and broken, drowning in fear, and sighed with regret: "'Fellow human'? That's not necessarily so."

"So, have you finally awakened to your malicious nature and dark self?"

"Ah, you don't need to remind me of that, I have enough self-awareness." Ji Jue shook his head indifferently, suddenly laughed: "But, perhaps not entirely so?"

"Sometimes, certain things are hard to be called human."

He coldly observed the hellish torment on the screen, without compassion, without wavering: "This world always has such things present.

Clearly capable of feeling pain and pleasure, clearly arising from people, clearly aware of the weight of suffering and torment, yet able to casually, using some fabricated excuse and disguise, for such insignificant benefit and ridiculous amusement, brazenly push others into hell.

Some take pleasure in it, fail and never change, even take pride in it—"

Ji Jue paused for a moment, suddenly asked:

"But this isn't right, is it?"

Isis remained silent.

"It shouldn't be like this."

Ji Jue's fingers tapped on the railing of the Prosperity, looking up to gaze at the distant sea mist, and farther beyond, at a silent and eerie fishing boat, full of doubt:

"If they are the same kind, then why don't they cherish each other?"

Isis remained silent, speechless.

Only Ji Jue's soft laughter sounded.

"Then, there is only one answer left..."

"—They are not human."

"They are parasites hiding their hideous faces under human skin, monsters disguising as humans to conceal their beastly nature, mutants lurking among us.

Even if they speak the same language, share the same appearance, perceive the same world, possess the same soul and life, it just so happens, coincidentally, coincidentally they have a human form."

"Dealing with such monsters, they should be eradicated without mercy, by any means.

Even if they are subjected to cruel torments and tortures, it's merely using the tactics they've employed on others, on themselves. Only by making them personally experience everything they've done, can they understand that this is the outcome they deserve, a punishment for their wicked kind!"

Only dead trash is good trash.

Only scum burned to ashes is good scum.

Otherwise, all other methods are wrong!

The world is too big, the trash too much, Ji Jue can't manage it all. But Xinquan is his carefully cultivated garden, a foundation he painstakingly completed... In his garden, such vermin are unnecessary.

Even in the neighboring nurseries outside the garden, it's best there are none!

"So, let's add some seasoning."

Ji Jue took a tightly sealed jar from the Doomsday Train's storage, shook it, and inside the thick blood water emerged faint wails.

The content was waste extracted from Fish Scale's essence. Beyond that, there was Radiation Dust and the crystallization of Slaughter, even the essence of Absolute Abyss.

Three layers of Great Evil serving you bunch of people, how could this blessing be small?

Amidst the sea breeze, Ji Jue opened the lid.

Instantly, strands of decaying dark purple, hungry crimson, and pure black rose, as if held by invisible hands, crossed distances of tens or hundreds of miles, drifting down towards a nest disguised as a fishing boat in the distance.

To say the least, Ji Jue overestimated the quality of these pirates.

At the very least, there shouldn't be any ether or Embers here. Otherwise, they wouldn't have failed to notice even the little tricks Ji Jue casually did.

Tu Sihai indeed threw away the box, but the key is, who said only the box has issues?

And who gave them so much confidence, harboring such minimal confidence and ability, to willingly step into the outskirts of Ji Jue's workshop?

The materials they touched, the car they drove, the tea they drank, even the air they breathed... everything is under Ji Jue's control.

Not only binding the connection through the resonance between records of ether, but even the trace gaseous mercury in the air they breathed, as well as the imaging liquid hidden in the tea they drank.

If one wanted to do something, there were too many ways, not even triggering the alert from the alchemy creations on them. Those self-defensive alchemy works, they simply didn't have the level for.

After leaving the workshop, running around for so many circles, like clowns, they've been under Isis's surveillance all along.

Who can blame Ji Jue for having the hobby of spreading cameras in the wilderness when he's got nothing to do?

These days, cameras are increasingly cheap.

After doing a round of Mechanical Descent in the Coastal Industry's control room, letting it autonomously encode and link camera signals, then having large agricultural drones make a few rounds, everything within a hundred miles of Xinquan fell under Ji Jue's watchful eyes.

So that, by the time Tu Sihai climbed onto the gangway, Ji Jue was already on the Prosperity, arriving in the nearby sea area.

Hidden by the dense sea mist, the Prosperity silently drifted with the waves, gradually approaching, anchoring forty nautical miles away.

No sitting idly by, only capturing all in one net!

No back-and-forth, only annihilation!

Ji Jue couldn't be bothered with negotiations, sitting around for others to siege him. Who the heck idly plays defense games with this bunch of little Kalami?

Since they dared to show themselves, let them all die!

Not only them, but anyone daring to come should die!

And this thick sea mist, so dense you can't see your hand before you, is the best weapon.

In the moment of approach, strands and sparks of silvery light rose from the Prosperity, drifting with the sea breeze far away... those were Mercury Threads, so thin they were nearly invisible to the naked eye!

No, calling them threads is too crude, it was a whole fog of Mercury Silver Fog!

With the fusion of the Double Blessing of Golden Iron Quality and Supreme Resilience, the alchemy creation finally completed, now displaying changes far more terrifying than Ji Jue anticipated.

Under control with precision tens or hundreds of times beyond Ji Jue, the solid mercury was dismantled into fog nearly undetectable by the eye, carrying mass amounts of Mercury Vapor, silently extending, easily crossing what on land would be nearly a hundred miles of distance, relying on the strength of the sea breeze!

Now, those Mercury Threads, small to the point of near invisibility, were like skeletal structures, linking vast amounts of mercury vapor, restraining and regulating the contour of this Silver Mist with complex Material Interference.

Millions of Mercury Threads were like millions of imperceptible hands.

Thus, the alchemy creation named Hand of Isis by Ji Jue, arrived quietly on the night wind, carried by the mist!

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