Fatso of Stone Tile Slope

Apocalypse befell, and roommates performed a skyward ritual.
As the fog descended, the Book of Blood Spirit appeared in the hands of all survivors, and only those with a Contract monster could survive.
Su Han directed his gaze to the neighbor who had already mutated and twisted, silently pulling out a gleaming fruit knife...
Grotesque meat corpses, giant spiders with gaping mouths, eyeballs enveloping the city, one-eyed sharp-toothed hand monsters...
Civilization fell, cities shattered, and all humans became meat for the monsters. There was only one way to survive:
Use monsters to fight monsters.

My Monster Fuses Everything

"Draw a line, let us leave. As long as we leave, we will never come back to this gathering point. Whatever you want to do, we won't stop you,"


When Su Han heard He Fang's naive idea, he only found it amusing.


He chuckled lightly, and said indifferently, "He Fang, do you think this is a game of house? To say let go and let go?"


He Fang, with a stern face, knew that Su Han probably wouldn't let him go easily, but he still didn't want to miss the chance to escape.


He said coldly, "Do you think your Four-armed Corpse is the only First-level Intermediate? Wu Guang, act!"


He shouted loudly, and then his own large Corpse charged forward, aiming directly at Su Han himself.


Wu Guang was initially startled when he heard He Fang's order, but quickly, his Angel Envoy Corpse followed closely behind and rushed towards Su Han.


They both understood one thing, only by killing Su Han or controlling him could they possibly escape.


Chapter 30: Putting Useful Value to Work