Vig Town.

Yang Fan used his Muscle Control Superpower and changed into a new face, quietly entering Vig Town.

This time he was no longer a Caucasian.

Now his skin was slightly brown, belonging to a minority ethnic group.

His chest muscles were highly pronounced, and there was a scar on his right cheek, making him look quite formidable.

Yang Fan appeared at the entrance of a fast-food restaurant, planning to buy some food.

When he killed the JICA agents earlier, he took quite a bit of Carmenia Dollar.

With the spirit of fully utilizing resources, he intended to spend this money.

Due to the roadblocks, there were more people in the town, and it was rare to see a queue at the fast-food restaurant entrance.

"Damn, why has the price gone up again!"

"Prices are rising so fast, at this rate I'm going to starve."

"Last time the Azure Palace said they would control the prices, they're all liars; their words are like farting."

There were many complaints in the queue of people.

The clerk faced many dissatisfied customers, repeatedly explaining: "Everyone, now the prices of ingredients are rising sharply. You can see it yourself in the supermarket. Our restaurant is operating on thin margins."

Yang Fan glanced at the blackboard on the wall.

The cheapest set meal included a burger, a serving of fries, and a glass of water.

Priced at —— 23.5 Carmenia Dollar.

The current exchange rate between Carmenia Dollar and Xia Yuan was approximately 1:4.5.

23.5 Carmenia Dollar equals 105.75 Xia Yuan.

Yang Fan recalled that recently Great Xia opened a nationwide chain of fast-food restaurants to meet people's demands.

The name was —— Jinmai Gate.

After all, not every family can cook every day. There are always people who need to eat out for various reasons.

Jinmai Gate also provides cheap meal sets with burgers, fries, and water for only 16 Xia Yuan.

The Xia People call it —— Poor Man's Meal.

Comparing incomes.

The Xia People's income was 2500 Xia Yuan, which could buy 156 Poor Man's Meals.

Carmenians' average income was 2200 Carmenia Dollar, equivalent to 9900 Xia Yuan, yet could only purchase 94 Poor Man's Meals.

Clearly.

The living standard of Xia People was much higher than that of Carmenians.

Yang Fan thought of opinions online, and the corners of his mouth slightly lifted.

He remembered when Great Xia fully implemented the rationing system, there was a flood of criticism online.

Many people used the Carmenia Federation as an example to prove that a free market was a better choice.

Now the facts were a real face-slap.

It's free oil for the few, but not for the many.

Soon.

Yang Fan reached the window.

He took out a stack of bills, speaking gruffly: "Fifty burger and fries sets!"

The clerk was a bit surprised: "Sir, can you eat that much?"

Yang Fan kept a stern face: "That's none of your business; I'm paying, aren't I?"

He counted over a thousand Carmenia Dollar and placed it on the counter surface.

The clerk looked at the scar on his face and swallowed: "Alright, sir, I'll prepare it for you now."

Some people behind were not happy.

A few voices emerged.

"Buddy, there are so many people in line right now."

"Is it appropriate for you to buy so much at once?"

Yang Fan turned around, showing a fierce expression: "I have a big appetite, is there a problem?"

He had a fierce light in his eyes, his fists tightly clenched, seemingly ready to fight at any moment.

A burly man was very dissatisfied: "You can't only care for yourself, you have to consider others, can't you?"

The guy strode over, reaching to grab Yang Fan's collar.

Yang Fan quickly extended a finger, poking at the burly man.

The burly man felt sharp pain in his chest, screamed in pain, and staggered back several steps.

The guy rubbed his chest, said nothing, and left gloomily.

Yang Fan snorted: "I'll buy as much as I want, it's my free oil, got it?"

No one dared to speak anymore.

After a few seconds.

A person in the queue asked: "Clerk, how many burger and fries sets do you have left in your store?"

The clerk checked and reported a number: "Today there are too many people, the stock is insufficient, there are only fifty-eight sets left."

Complaints sounded again.

"Damn it!"

"So few?"

Yang Fan acted as if he hadn't heard, just focusing on watching the clerk bustling to prepare food.

The clerk opened the oven, took out the baked bread, and stuffed it with pre-prepared food, a burger was ready.

Yang Fan glanced at the oven, suddenly a flash of inspiration hit: "Right, Life Decree should also be used for heating."

When a pathogen invades the body, the immune system actively raises body temperature, making it difficult for germs to survive.

This is the core principle of fever.

Yang Fan thought that Life Decree could easily achieve this.

He concentrated and quietly issued an order.

*

Dozens of kilometers away.

In the darkness.

"Boom! Boom!"

A huge figure was laboriously sprinting through the wilderness.

It was the Destroyer.

Not long ago.

This monster awakened some individual consciousness and broke free from supernatural control measures.

The Destroyer instinctively realized it must hide, or it would be found by those controlling it.

Taking advantage of the cover of night, it hid in a dense forest.

Regrettably, this monster was still found by Carmenians.

"Whew~ Whew~"

The sound of rotors wafted continuously from the sky.

Several beams of strong light descended from the sky, closely following the Destroyer's steps.

"Roar!"

The Destroyer roared furiously but had no way to deal with the helicopters.

After a few seconds.

The monster's pace suddenly faltered, and its speed slowed slightly.

"Da! Da!"

The machine gun of the armed helicopter spat out fierce fire snakes.

The Destroyer raised its left arm at maximum speed, using a thick black Bone Shield to cover its head.

The 25 mm caliber shells hit the ground, exploding, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The Bone Shield the Destroyer carried got hit by two shells.

"Boom! Boom!"

The shell exploded.

The surface of the Bone Shield only showed two small dents.

The Destroyer was completely unaffected, his footsteps continued to run swiftly.

In the sky.

Inside another medium-sized general-purpose helicopter.

The eyes of a hooked-nose Superpower User glimmered faintly, observing the form of the Destroyer intently.

This was evidently a Superpower related to vision.

He watched the beast knock down a tree, showing admiration: "This thing is indeed formidable, enduring the strafing of automatic weapons while unscathed."

The hooked-nose paused for a moment, then said: "If Mount of Gods created ten Destroyers, they might be able to kill the Great Xia Ghost."

The other Superpower User with a bushy beard sitting beside him nodded: "The Divine Judgment Institute decided to develop the Destroyer specifically to deal with the Great Xia Ghost."

After a few seconds.

The hooked-nose suddenly felt off: "How strange, why do I feel a bit hot?"

The bushy beard also sensed something unusual: "I feel a bit hot too."

It wasn't just them.

The soldiers in the cabin and the pilot in the cockpit also began to feel an all-over heat.

"Sir, I'm burning up!"

"I'm sweating all over!"

These soldiers were ordinary people and nearly had no resistance to the Superpowers, their body temperature was rising very quickly.

The hooked-nose turned and looked at the three soldiers in the rear right, finding their faces flushed, and sweat beads rolling down their foreheads.

Worst of all, they were losing their clarity of consciousness.

The hooked-nose felt a chill in his heart.

He felt his body getting hotter, yet his heart was ice cold.

This helicopter won't stand!

It's doomed!

To evade the Destroyer's attacks, the helicopter was flying at an altitude of eight hundred meters.

Even Superpower Users with strong physical qualities have little chance of survival if they fall from this height.

Sure enough.

The pilot soon fell into unconsciousness, the helicopter lost control, and the altitude started to drop rapidly.

"Beep! Beep!"

The shrill alarm sound started to ring.

This was a prompt to increase altitude.

The hooked-nose shouted decisively: "Quick, jump out!"

He unhesitatingly unbuckled his seatbelt, forcefully kicked the floor, and leaped out.

The bushy beard knew this was a matter of life and death and made the same choice.

Because jumping out now was at least a slim chance of survival, falling with the helicopter meant certain death.

The hooked-nose fell from the sky, subconsciously glancing at the Destroyer.

He instantly saw, the burly monster raised his right hand high, aiming at the falling helicopter.

The hooked-nose was somewhat incredulous: "Could this be the Destroyer's doing? I haven't heard it has this ability!"

Soon.

One helicopter after another got hit, rapidly falling from the sky.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Accompanied by thunderclaps.

Blazing flames illuminated the night sky.

The hooked-nose was very fortunate, narrowly escaping disaster.

He landed on top of a tall tree, the branches cushioned his fall considerably.

Though badly injured with a broken leg and arm, he managed to survive.

The hooked-nose also saw, the bushy beard smashed into the ground like a stone.

No doubt.

The bushy beard was certainly doomed.

*

Hundreds of kilometers away.

Mount of Gods.

The catastrophic news of the team chasing the Destroyer being completely wiped out soon spread here.

"I'm so hot!"

"It's killing me!"

The leader Jeremy listened to the sounds in the recording, watching the footage taken by the drones, his face extremely grim.

He recalled the information explained by the guest from the Mysterious Race, murmuring softly: "Could this be a kind of Undead Curse from the Titan Corpse Royals?"

That High Rank Warrior had mentioned before, the Titan Corpse Royals were best at all kinds of extraordinary, weird Undead Curses.

The common feature of such curses is the drastic alteration of the target's physical state, the victims suffer at the least severe injuries and at the most death.

The soldiers' temperatures rose sharply, quickly falling into comas, this indeed seemed like an Undead Curse.

Jeremy thought for a while, deciding to meet Lord Wanshan to confirm.

Five minutes later.

Jeremy saw a mysterious dark mass again.

"Caw! Caw!"

The extremely ear-piercing unpleasant laughter came from the darkness.

Wanshan said: "Your judgment is correct, the opposite side is likely the Titan Corpse Royals, and they probably used a temperature-changing curse."

Jeremy sincerely said: "Lord Wanshan, we need your help."

He added: "Of course, as per our previous agreement, we will provide sufficient compensation."

Wanshan demanded exorbitantly: "This is a warrior of the Titan Corpse Royals, its powers are exceedingly eerie, I need triple the pay!"

Jeremy gritted his teeth: "As you wish."

Wanshan's tone carried a hint of satisfaction: "I will help you deal with the Titan Corpse Royals, but the spoils belong entirely to me."

Jeremy replied readily: "Of course!"

*

Vig Town.

Yang Fan found an unoccupied attic and snuck in quietly.

While chomping on a burger, he muttered: "The taste is much worse than Great Xia's burgers."

Yang Fan watched the Destroyer from afar, feeling quite satisfied.

The new technique he comprehended from the Life Decree was more useful than expected.

After a few seconds.

He suddenly felt something, and silently uttered: "Attributes!"

Several lines of illusory text slowly appeared.

[Attributes]

Physical Value: 138

Spirit Value: 195

Life Elemental Power: 1994

Yang Fan uttered: "Wow, the Spirit Value increased by 5 points?"

He pondered: "I comprehended a technique, which in turn deepened my grasp of the Life Decree, did this feedback the Spirit Value?"

Intuition told him, this was indeed the answer.

Yang Fan chuckled with joy: "At this rate, before long, I might touch the threshold of the Knight."

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