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

His voice grew deeper, tinged with an unwillingness, a plea.


"But I don't want to live like this, surviving in a wretched state, living on through the chance bought with Su Han's life, like a dog that has lost its home. Living like this, it's too tiring, too hard."


Everyone's eyes were red as they looked at Li Wenyuan's aged projection, his figure as thin as paper, standing straight as a spear.


"Earth's Will told me we still have one chip to play, the lives of everyone. Before the source dissipates, if we sacrifice our lives, Su Han might be able to live."


"I can't force everyone to sacrifice with me, but I implore you all to give Su Han another chance, Wenyuan here thanks you."


Li Wenyuan bowed deeply, his eyes brimming with tears.


He slowly stood up, his gaze becoming incomparably resolute.


Chapter 456: The True Division_3