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

Suddenly, a voice rang out, making Qin Zhao's face twist in anger.


He had been hoping that if enough people stayed silent, even if not everyone did, it would still pose a significant threat.


It was known that on the side of the Tree Domain, aside from their leader Su Han who was a Third Order, the others like Zhu Xiong, Yan Meiyu, and Gan Xinglei were just Second-Order Contractors.


They had a fighting chance with numbers on their side, just needing to survive this banquet of deception and later draw the monsters to distract Tree Domain, securing their safety.


Qin Zhao cursed in his heart, but the people present wouldn't switch sides easily due to his instigation.


After surviving three or four months of the apocalypse, who was still naive? Would Zhao have stepped up if Patriotic Grain and Oil Market didn't have an abundance of resources that were tough to manage?


"Brother Zhu, we three will also join."


Chapter 189: Old Zhu's Tactics