Transforming Succubus: Almost Doomsday

They all began moving in the same direction soon after, due to various strange causes.

These pollution seeds had indeed caused adverse effects in certain areas of Linxiang City, but compared to the other urban legends of Linxiang City, they seemed relatively normal.

Like the pollution caused by the followers of the God of Overwork and Liver Explosion.

In one company, some men and women had not returned home for three consecutive days.

For the sake of work, pets at home had begun to rummage through belongings, and some loyal dogs, because their owners had not returned for three days, lay anxiously at the door.

For the sake of work, nobody picked up the children from kindergarten, and a child had gotten lost, but the single mother was frantically working overtime, and the joy it brought her had made her forget that she even had children.

For the sake of work, a son who was supposed to take care of his elderly parent in the hospital had completely forgotten about his bedridden relative, his eyes bloodshot, his only value in life was work, work, continuous work!

Then there was the pollution of the followers of the Holy Mother, which also caused extremely adverse effects.

"The prisoners in jail are so pitiful... Why do they have to be locked up in cages? They are human too, we should love them. Use love to reform them, not to torment them."

One day, Erica, who was suddenly polluted by the new god, said this to a prison guard during a prison visit.

Such absurd lines, but in that moment, the prison guard felt... ah, this lady made so much sense.

This pollution, centered around Erica as the source, soon began to spread...

A few days later, in the whole prison, the guards were washing clothes for the prisoners, cooking meals, and soaking their feet...

And even more twisted things were happening.

"Why are you so selfish? He just wants to violate you. What you lose is your chastity, but if you don't let him do it, he could become violent!"

"You're too selfish! Where is your love?"

When love begins to erode order, love turns into a curse. And so, the prison filled with curses, in the name of love, bred distortion and pollution.

But in Linxiang City, such oddities—weren't even considered that odd.

Various pollutions were making Linxiang City develop in the direction of being quaint and unsophisticated.

But now, everything was converging towards where Zhou Baiyu was.

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Mark was very excited today; he had sensed plenty of prey converging towards one place.

As a follower of the God of Plagiarism and Duplication, he had acquired a strong "scent" by duplicating the power of the followers of the God of Greed.

He could always smell those things that made him stronger.

For instance, not long ago, he smelled the scent of bugs. Although disgusting, it gave Mark the ability to control insects.

And then, there was the foreign black student who suddenly acquired the power of the new gods—hypnosis and the God of Enchantment. As a polluted one, this little black caused many to bear a spade mark on their ankles.

Before the "Purifiers" could cleanse the pollution, Mark had already duplicated the other's abilities and fled elsewhere.

It was one of the abilities he had long coveted.

Now, Mark had gradually become a colossal figure in the real world by relying on the copied abilities.

He believed that before long, he would become a powerful being, untouchable even by the Purifiers.

He often recalled the sweet experiences of his childhood.

At the age of three, his father thought the score on his paper was sixty and slapped Mark, almost deafening him.

He didn't improve in the second exam. But Mark learned to plagiarize.

By cheating, Mark scored ninety.

His father praised him lavishly.

At that moment, Mark realized... things defining good and bad in humans are all external.

And external things can be duplicated; I duplicated that exam paper's score, so I got my father's reward.

Life... is so simple after all.

Soul? Morals? No one cares about such things. If someone does, just go and duplicate them.

Mark's growth seemed to be a process of constantly validating this statement.

His father felt his worth increase wearing a watch worth tens of thousands of yuan.

Mom felt superior just because she bought a brand-name handbag.

But the watch was a fake, and the handbag was a high-quality imitation. As long as they could deceive people, who cared about authenticity?

He grew more reflective about cheating and plagiarism. Teachers would directly categorize students based on their grades,

Even if those grades were plagiarized.

Defining a person by external labels was the norm in this world.

He had witnessed children in school, those from well-off families who played the piano, bullying a gentle and kind child, trying to shove insects into his mouth.

But teachers imagined a reality based on words like "wealthy family," "elegant piano skills," and "outstanding character and academics."

Mark found this amusing, he found it correct, this was how the world should be!

When humanity only cared about external labels, then the God of Plagiarism and Duplication was the greatest deity in this world!

As a result, more and more people also realized the importance of plagiarism and duplication.

Internet celebrities' faces began to conform to a standard mold. Because possessing that face meant you were deemed beautiful or handsome, likable.

Want to become cute, handsome, and popular? Just copy that face then,

Stars began to cultivate various personas that people liked. Cute puppies, wild cats, yanderes, tsunderes, depression...

As long as the fans liked it, they just copied that persona.

What to say in which setting, what style of clothes represents what kind of taste, what type of resume decides the starting point, what grades determine the rank...

Isn't it marvelous? This world is too wonderful!

Mark always thought, this world seemed to exist precisely for plagiarism and duplication.

He felt like he had the heart to conquer the world.

He had even used plagiarism and duplication to bring down numerous originals.

As Mark kept plagiarizing, his comprehensive ability kept improving, he found that after he plagiarized something, the benefit that this ability brought him was — he could deepen the things he had plagiarized.

After he copied the abilities of hypnosis and the God of Enchantment, he could combine them with the powers of other new gods to create more possibilities.

Compared to purely contaminating others, he was better at enchanting, better at hypnotizing.

For example, when he was younger, Mark, who was extraordinarily gifted, noticed something —

A male classmate plagiarized a female classmate's essay, word for word the same essay, but the boy's father was the mayor.

Consequently, the male student received full marks.

Plagiarism could kill originality.

From that moment, Mark realized, as long as one is strong enough, when a strong person plagiarizes a weaker one... the weak will lose their space to exist. And there are those in this world who admire the strong; because of the effect of labels, they subconsciously believe — how could the strong plagiarize from the weak?

Everything seemed so rational.

He also became more certain that he had obtained the greatest power in this world.

One day, he could become the ruler of this world through copying and plagiarism.

Just like those entrepreneurs who grasped this concept and built business empires.

That day wasn't far off.

Mark, who had smelled countless pungent odors, started heading towards the gathering place of all kinds of contaminants.

Having acquired the abilities of hypnosis and enchantment, Mark believed he could leave cleanly and efficiently.

In fact, Mark had also figured out the purifiers' abilities.

Over the past half year, as Constantin and others had been investigating Mark, he had also been exploring them.

Assessing their abilities based on the speed at which they eliminated contaminants.

At first, Mark thought... these people were indeed dangerous.

But as Mark's abilities gradually became stronger, he became less fearful. He even looked forward to encountering them.

After all, who could resist hypnosis?

(Four thousand words, a little short, supplementing for last night's chapter at midnight. However, there's another long chapter tonight.)