Point Rain
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[You hunted a Taotie beast soldier (exotic beast), and obtained gene points*500]
[You hunted a Taotie beast soldier (exotic beast), and obtained gene points*500]
[You hunted a Taotie beast soldier (exotic beast), and obtained gene points*500]
The notification echoed again and again inside his consciousness—an unstoppable cascade of genetic rewards that scrolled through his mental interface like an endless list of harvested souls.
And Miraluz grinned.
That same cold, cruel grin that always emerged at moments like this—when victory wasn't just won, but claimed, violently, dominantly.
He turned his head slowly, casting his glowing amber eyes across the battlefield.
Taotie beast soldiers were instantly reduced to nothing.
Their bones, flesh, and souls had become nothing more than biomass and heat.
For each of them, gene points poured in like rain, stacking up.
He did the math in a flash—hundreds of thousands of gene points.
Enough to power an entire evolutionary cycle.
"Not bad," Miraluz muttered, voice low and guttural, distorted slightly by the ambient energy still crackling from his maw.
The dinosaurs knew his attacks.
They knew to retreat when the light changed, when the wind began to warp.
When the shadows bent in unnatural directions.
That was how you knew Miraluz would erase a portion of the battlefield.
But this… this was different.
The scale. The heat. The raw devastation.
Never before had the breath covered so wide an arc.
Even the flame-resistant Therizinosaurs who'd adapted to plasma temperatures had backed away instinctively, unsure if they could survive what Miraluz had just unleashed.
The battlefield had gone still.
Even the remaining Taotie—those few survivors near the flanks who hadn't been completely obliterated—stood frozen.
Some of them shook. Others dropped to their bellies, screeching low, pained sounds of submission.
That was new.
The Taotie had never surrendered before.
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Above the Wall
On top of the scorched ramparts of the Great Wall, silence hung thick like oil in the air.
The Nameless Order—men and women hardened by years of war—stood motionless, their eyes wide and full of unspoken fear.
Smoke still rose in the distance.
The glow of nuclear blast bled into the clouds.
Heat shimmered over the blasted plains, distorting the air like a hallucination.
But it was real.
They had seen it.
"...That," one Bear Army sergeant whispered, barely audible, "...wasn't even a weapon. That was a monster."
No one disagreed.
Shao Yong stood rigid, his gauntlets trembling at his sides.
His voice cracked as he finally broke the silence.
"Report... Any radiation readings? Atmospheric contamination?"
The signal officer turned slowly, face ashen.
"No nuclear traces. Zero radiation. No EMP. The explosion pattern mimicked a thermonuclear detonation… but our sensors aren't picking up any fallout."
"Then… what was it?"
The officer looked down at his readings, then back up with disbelief.
"Pure bio-nuclear energy. Generated… from inside that creature."
Advisor Wang Jian exhaled sharply through his nose.
The full weight of what they were witnessing sank in.
"He's not just a dinosaur king," he muttered.
"He's a Titan."
General Lin Mei sat against the wall, breathing deeply.
She wasn't wounded, but she felt bruised inside.
Shaken.
"There's no playbook for this," she said to no one in particular.
Shao Yong nodded, not taking his eyes off the battlefield.
"It doesn't matter. We record. We learn. We survive."
Military Advisor Wang finally spoke, looking toward his generals.
"This changes everything," he said.
"Not just for us. Not just for the Wall. But for the whole world. There is now a second nuclear apex predator in the arms race. One we don't control. One we can't control."
Shao Yong's brow furrowed.
"Do we engage him?"
Wang didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he looked at the screens, the scorched battlefield, and the creature walking away from the ashes like he owned them.
Then, finally, he said:
"We observe. We survive. We adapt."
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From high above, Miraluz beat his colossal wings once—just once—and soared forward across the blackened ruins.
Even now, his power hadn't faded.
Light crackled across his scales as he hovered over the remnants of the Taotie wave.
The survivors tried to flee.
Miraluz didn't let them.
With a tilt of his wings, he released a spiraling burst of kinetic energy—a gravitational pulse that sent shockwaves into the earth.
Entire formations of retreating Taotie were torn into the air, lifted like paper into a vortex, and crushed mid-air like dry leaves.
Gray led the charge again, this time with Miraluz calmly at her side.
Where Miraluz embodied ancient, divine terror, Gray embodied precision.
And in his mind, every Taotie was a walking bank of gene points.
"Gray," he said casually, "take your division north. Sweep the remaining bio-signatures."
Gray roared in response, and her troop of heavy-chassis hybrids surged forward, trampling over Taotie bodies and tearing through the stragglers like a wood chipper set loose on a battlefield.
Miraluz, meanwhile, raised his claws toward the horizon.
Around him, reality shimmered faintly.
His atomic reactor—still burning with stored fission energy—reactivated.
"One more shot… just a test shot," he muttered.
The energy crackled from his spine to his skull as he opened his mouth and unleashed another atomic pulse—smaller this time, more focused.
It roared across the landscape like a dragon's whisper.
The breath sliced through a ridge of fleeing Taotie like a knife through silk.
The explosion it triggered flattened a crater half a kilometer wide.
[You hunted a Taotie beast soldier (exotic beast), and obtained gene points*500]
[You hunted a Taotie beast soldier...]
The stream of genetic point messages never stopped.