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

Masses of Lamp Tree Crystals hung up high, dispersing the mist. Metallic piles loomed like mountains, some stored in warehouses, while others were already placed in the open space.


Compared to the ample steel materials, it was the pale-faced men and women on the ground who drew even more attention.


They were thin, their faces pale, some holding weapons, their gazes coldly fixated on the others.


The other group, the largest in number, each had their hands chained, engaged in labor.


Some were farming, others polishing and processing metal, their expressions numb, but under threat, they had no choice but to work.


Those around Zhou Yingcang immediately greeted him loudly, but Zhou Yingcang did not respond much and strode into the largest warehouse of the transfer center.


"Next, let the Blood Curse Insects out obediently, and then mark your contributions. Bleeding now gives you a chance to grow stronger, don't take it for granted."


Chapter 215: Blood Insect Camp_2