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

Eerie murmurs and prayers accompanied by psychic fluctuations gradually spread throughout the underground, engulfing Lingchuan City, a city of ruins.


Beyond the rift, the Demon Eye World seemed to have heard these murmurs.


Suddenly, millions of eyes snapped open, their pitch-black pupils motionless.


They stared straight at the rift, their gaze piercing through it, and then landed on the altar.


Beams of red light, carrying the power of chaos and order like a spider's million threads, passed through the rift and fell in front of Medeivi.


The massive altar's One-Eyed Blade continually collapsed, flesh writhing, gradually turning into a clump of pitch-black flesh about the size of a human head, its power constantly concentrating, drawing nearly all of Lingchuan City's lifeblood, emotions, spirit...


Medeivi's tentacles wrapped around it, then infused the terrible power of the Rule into the mass of flesh.


Chapter 449: A Wager With No Choice Left_2