One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Before the mission commenced, Babek, the captain of the spaceship "Storm," had received firsthand information about the Dragon Tomb Secret Realm from the Great General Simmons. According to the visual and textual records in the information, the Dragon Tomb Secret Realm was undoubtedly a desolate place, utterly devoid of any signs of life.

However, the scene they detected through the observation of remote sensing devices was completely opposite to what was described in the information.

The entire world was covered with a dense, pale red fungal mat, which spread outwards like overlapping spider webs, eventually covering every corner of the secret realm. And right in the center of these webs was a giant dark red sphere, hundreds of meters tall.

That sphere stood in the center of the secret realm like a mountain, pulsating and breathing like a heart. The closer to the center, the redder and more penetrating the color became. A chilling and sinister aura emanated from it, spreading outwards.

The battleship "Storm," which Babek piloted, was over three hundred meters long and had a prismatic exterior.

Though it was considerably smaller than the "Moonshadow" class warships, which were a kilometer in diameter, the "Storm" was still undeniably massive. Whenever Babek stood on its deck, looking down through the glass, he felt an overwhelming sense of superiority, as if he were above everything, conquering all.

But now...

Gazing at the secret realm, which seemed to have come to life before his eyes.

That illusion was replaced by a sensation he had never felt before.

He felt like an insect, flying into a forest filled with webs and voracious predators. Darkness surged around him, eerily quiet. Yet, those indescribable terror were already targeting him, and a single misstep would mean pulverization beyond redemption.

"Huh!" Babek took a deep breath, then shook his head, casting out those absurd feelings from his mind.

He thought for a moment and said, "Activate the detection runes."

In the steel-forged central command room of the "Storm," there was a strange device with multiple concentric rings.

As the order was issued, a buzzing noise began.

The circular device started to rotate, and then the dark green runes engraved on it lit up.

Strings of data cascaded past Babek’s eyes like a waterfall... Unknown species, life force rapidly increasing, exceeding detection limits, warning, warning!

Bang!

Accompanied by a screeching beep and flickering dark red light.

The nested detection device stopped operating, its runes first overly illuminated and then exploding, emitting plumes of black smoke.

Technicians responsible for operating the instruments looked at each other in confusion. A younger Demon Descendant thought the device was malfunctioning. He reached out to touch it, trying to determine where the problem was. The result was a sizzling noise as he pulled his hand back like he had been electrocuted, burn marks already apparent on the touched area.

Babek finally understood why Simmons had entrusted this task to him.

It was not out of spite; on the contrary, it was a sign of trust.

That thing...

Babek didn’t want to know what kind of monster would burst out of it.

Merely in a state of metamorphosis and incubation, yet it had already brought such an intense oppression to him from such a great distance.

Once the metamorphosis was complete.

He couldn’t even imagine how ferocious the monster that would emerge from it would be.

"Since we can’t determine the life level, then charge the main gun to full power," Babek decisively gave the order, "Aim for the heart, fire!"

Whir!

Accompanied by a heavy mechanical sound.

The top corners of the "Storm’s" head shifted apart sideways, exposing the dark maw of the gun barrel to the outside.

First, an invisible ripple expanded outward, distorting the void.

Then, specks of dark red light, like fireflies, began to condense towards the center, eventually forming an unstable, incandescent orb. The orb, bounded by dense rune streamers, exploded with a boom, its energy shooting out at near the speed of light towards the giant heart on the plain. ṛÃNỖꞖƐS

Boom!

The remaining gases in the Dragon Tomb Secret Realm instantly ignited and heated up.

The charred ground split apart, caving inward.

The immense impact force caused innumerable streams of magma to erupt from the cracked fissures.

In an instant, the entire secret realm turned into a boiling sea of fire, cracks filled the sky, and surging chaos energy dyed the clouds a strange scorched red.

However—

Even though the entire Dragon Tomb Secret Realm was on the verge of shattering.

The heart still stubbornly stood amidst the sea of flames, its outer shell-like rock cracking and falling away, plunging into the magma. With a "plop," it caused a huge tidal wave of fire, but its internal structure remained intact.

Moreover, its color was becoming dull and transparent, a pitch-black human silhouette faintly visible inside.

Although it was just a black silhouette and quite vague, the long hair draped over shoulders, the muscles that were extremely robust all over and the astonishingly colossal frame were unmistakable. Babek had merely glanced through the glass, and with a simple calculation, he estimated that the monster’s height must be close to twenty meters.

"Hiss…" He inhaled sharply.

Babek felt a trickle of cold sweat forming on his forehead. He didn’t bother to wipe it off, squinting his eyes as he said, "Continue the attack, channel the power from the dynamic furnace into the main cannon, overload it directly, and spare no effort."

"General!?"

The Commander in charge of maneuvering the ship suddenly looked up, his eyes widening in alarm, "The main cannon is still overheating; it can’t withstand such intense output. If we fire now, the Stormbringer will sustain irreversible damage, and there is even a fair chance that it will—" Crack!

With a slap, Babek sent the Commander flying from his chair, crashing heavily against the far wall.

"Carry out the order!" Babek’s frame was robust and towering.

The chandelier hanging behind him was completely obscured, casting only a large shadow of his figure from this angle.

And those metal glinting, full-set of iron teeth.

"Understood!"

The Commander’s heart lurched, confirming the chilling intent to kill he had just felt emanating from Babek.

He quickly climbed up from the ground and returned to his seat.

His fingers flew rapidly, manipulating the runes above him. Finally taking a deep breath, a certain determination in his eyes, he mustered all his strength and with a "click," he pushed the lever controlling the main cannon directly to the top, locking it in place.

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Boom, boom, boom!

The main cannon began charging once more, this time the power accumulated was even more scorching than before.

Violent vibrations rose from beneath the deck, a series of red lights blinked on the signal lamp, various alarm signals flashed across the projection screens, and were quickly handled by the operators.

When that powerful strike was successfully launched, a wave-like cheer even burst forth in the command center. Even a fleeting smile, barely noticeable, crossed Babek’s naturally ferocious face.

The effect of the explosion was akin to a blowtorch searing a tomato, peeling off layers of the exterior to reveal the yet-to-be-born contents, now exposed to the mighty power of the starship’s main cannon.

That vaguely humanoid colossal creature’s flesh submerged like melting wax at its feet, congealing into an indistinct pool. All that was left was a metal-gleaming skeleton, its head drooped down, maintained in shape only by the connective flesh behind it.

The detection runes were now defunct.

The ship’s crew could not determine whether there was still any life in the monster, but it seemed indeed to be dead.

At that moment, another Commander on the ship looked up and asked, "Should we take responsibility for its recovery?"

"Yes."

After a moment’s thought, Babek added, "Just to be safe, cut it up and bring it back."

…

Bang!

The hatch opened, and a squad of seven fully armed Demon Descendants leaped out.

The leader, named "Alles," was nicknamed "Giant Arm." He was a Cultivator in the Demon God Realm, his nickname derived from his extraordinarily thick left arm. The skin was gone, with blood-red muscles and tendons exposed, studded with eyes the size of fists.

These eyes, plucked from the corpses of his enemies, now jostled chaotically, giving off an eerily bizarre appearance.

Alles was currently suspended mid-air right at the position of the monster’s head.

This demonic creature had just been bombarded by the ship’s main cannon, and most of its flesh had been stripped away. However, its pitch-black, abyssal eyes remained intact. Standing before them, Alles could even see his own reflection in the pupils.

A surge of greed and eagerness welled up inside him.

The deformed eyes on his left arm all writhed, conveying a sensation of intense craving.

"If I could take this eye for my collection, or transplant it onto myself, either would be quite a good choice."

This was what Alles thought and indeed what he intended to do. His grotesquely crimson left arm thrust outward, fingers splayed, reaching for the monster’s eyeball.

But in the split second before they touched,

A ripple suddenly flashed across the monster’s eyelids, and then the profound eye sprung upwards abruptly.

Its pupil first diffused, like someone who had just woken up, still oblivious to what had happened, bearing a hint of bewilderment. Then it rapidly contracted, its gaze locking onto Alles.

Though Alles didn’t perceive any hostility from the creature, at the moment he was targeted, he felt as if he were an insect trapped in amber, completely stiffened, unable to move a muscle.

His muscles twitched, his face a mask of shock, and his heart was filled with an odd, surreal sensation.

It wasn’t just that the creature had survived two onslaughts from the main cannon and was still alive; more importantly, he felt oppressed by a lifeform of a higher order.

It was like an ant in the gutter looking up at a true dragon in the sky, a mere ephemera in a dry well catching sight of the full moon... An insurmountable chasm, so vast it gave him a sense of never being able to catch up in this lifetime.

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