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

"If Wang Yao knew you all watched him die, he'd probably come back to life just from sheer fury."


Su Han looked at the bizarre Divine Envoy Medeivi, and his expression suddenly became a bit calmer.


Compared to the other races who bared their fangs and wouldn't hesitate to kill, the sudden appearance of Eye Demon Lord's Divine Envoy must have had other reasons.


Medeivi said, "He was never a devout believer, nor a successful pleaser; what does his life or death have to do with my god?"


Its immense singular eye looked at Su Han, revealing a hint of admiration: "Chosen one, you are the person my god has chosen, and so far, you've performed very well."


"A demigod from the Great Blood Sea wouldn't come all this way just to praise me, would you?"


Su Han's gaze met Medeivi's directly before he spoke: "Out with it, what do you want me to do?"


Medeivi's dual arms, tipped with tentacles, danced slightly, as though clapping.


Chapter 449: A Wager With No Choice Left