Transforming Succubus: Almost Doomsday

The girl's voice was filled with excitement and joy, sweet in tone.

It would instinctively provoke pity in one's heart.

The powerful telekinetic fluctuation caused Zhou Baiyu to experience a fierce assault on his consciousness at that moment.

Countless fragments of memory flashed through his mind like a slide show.

That story of despair and loathing was finally complete.

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"The God of Sewing is our Guardian! It has brought us meat to eat!"

The residents of the Gu Tower spoke for the first time about their experiences with the God of Sewing to a family of three.

But for some reason, the family looked at the somewhat emaciated residents with fear.

It was the first time they knew that there was someone known as the "God of Sewing" inside the shelter.

Because of its great strength and ability to provide meat for the surrounding residents, as well as demonstrating other Divine Skills, the local inhabitants worshipped it as a god!

In the post-apocalyptic world, belief could bring hope, but a bizarre belief could bring distortion.

"All those who are incomplete shall be offered to the God of Sewing and become a part of the god!"

This was the iron rule of the nearby residential buildings.

The thousands of people living in the dozens of nearby buildings had all experienced the scarcity of supplies after the apocalypse, enduring hunger and drifting for a long time.

Entering the shelter didn't mean daily supplies were delivered; the so-called safe zone simply spared these people from the attacks of monsters and the struggle of fleeing.

But every person had to find a way to procure food themselves.

The frontline warriors were fighting the demons fiercely, consuming the main supply of food.

The leftover food had to be distributed among those in the safe zone, meaning some people had to go hungry.

Could a person be starved to death when there is food?

Perhaps it was possible.

If everyone had a high moral standard and a strong sense of self-discipline.

But if... everyone had a wolfish nature, then in crowded places without food, human beings were no different from cockroaches.

A dead cockroach would be devoured by others.

But everyone was too tenacious.

Waiting for a person to die was too prolonged and unbearable.

Finally, the god named God of Sewing declared: The incomplete ones would bring disaster, attracting monsters, and only by sacrificing them could peace be achieved.

The God of Sewing, with its bizarre appearance and powerful Divine Skills, led an extremely superstitious family to sacrifice an elderly member of their household who could no longer be supported or cared for.

That afternoon, that family enjoyed a delicious meat soup.

The fragrant meat aroma lingered, drawing countless people to gather at Building 92.

In the eyes of the onlookers, the ferocity of predators flickered.

But the God of Sewing was like a true god... beyond the reach of these people.

From then on...

Every once in a while, someone from Building 92 would go to the God of Sewing to report that there was an incomplete person in another building.

The meaty fragrance of Building 92 also led people from other buildings to follow suit.

Do incomplete people really attract monsters?

Such an absurd notion, whether true or not, had become irrelevant.

In a post-apocalyptic world with scarce resources and nearly all arable land occupied by monsters, where would the meat come from?

This soul-crushing question's truth was no longer important.

Many things, once they become precedent, quickly form a custom. And in the face of this custom, people tacitly understand each other.

Once a custom becomes a rule, and some people profit from it, those beneficiaries will stress the rule even more.

In each building, the standards for being considered incomplete grew lower and lower. It even reached a point later on...

Whether a person was incomplete was no longer determined by medicine.

But by the "building leader".

All "building leaders" were lackeys of the God of Sewing. If you didn't show respect to the "building leader", even a simple cold could be described as... incomplete.

There were many such examples.

Bai Ye's family was one of them. As a PhD supervisor at the Capital University of Science and Technology, Bai Ye had always believed in science.

He was a well-known scholar in the country.

Even with the advent of the apocalypse, with human technology being blocked by strange forces, more and more distorted rules mocking human disciplines, and more and more bizarre phenomena overturning scientists' beliefs...

But Bai Ye still believed that human civilization would not perish.

There must be some way to restore order and correct the rules.

He often said to his daughter Bai Ling:

"Ling'er, study hard... The more the world shows us to forsake our knowledge... the more we must not give it up."

"One day, you and Dad, will make a contribution to the rise of humanity."

Such great faith.

Even though he was already living in an unscientific world, even though he had fallen to living in a shelter, hungry...

Bai Ye still believed there was a tomorrow for mankind.

So...

How could such a person ever believe in superstitious nonsense?

How could such a person betray the impaired?

Bai Ye was undoubtedly great, yet he was also inflexible.

He had underestimated the evil of human nature and the foolish greed of people's hearts.

Those flesh and blood seemed to induce some kind of addiction. Once they had eaten the flesh provided by the God of Sewing... they would crave it desperately.

The unruly Bai Ye claimed that the God of Sewing was nothing but a monster that had infiltrated human society.

"What's this about the impaired needing to be sacrificed? What's this about the impaired attracting monsters? The God of Sewing... is the greatest monster of them all! We must unite and notify the warriors on the frontlines!"

The appearance of a monster like the God of Sewing in the rear where countless refugees lived would undoubtedly be a tremendous blow to humanity.

Even though the God of Sewing was currently only demanding the sacrifice of the impaired...

Perhaps this was a form of feeding, maybe the God of Sewing was still very weak.

The warriors at the frontlines might still have the strength to kill this monster.

But if it was fed for too long, and the God of Sewing completed some kind of recovery or even evolution... perhaps humanity's end would truly begin.

Bai Ye's guess was correct.

But Bai Ye... did not understand the human heart!

Soon, his wife began suffering from headaches due to the turbid water quality here.

And the wife with headaches was declared 'impaired' by the "building manager".

At that moment, Bai Ye felt utter despair.

He knew his wife's condition was a common ailment, and he also knew that in their hearts, these people were well aware his wife was not impaired...

But he couldn't change anything.

More and more people emerged, demanding Bai Ye hand over his wife from inside building number ninety-two.

These people were armed and their gazes were fierce and greedy.

Bai Ye realized, no matter how much he insisted his wife was not impaired, it would be in vain.

Today, they would surely take his wife away to sacrifice her to that "God of Sewing".

"Mommy... Mommy... she isn't impaired, she isn't!"

Bai Ling cried out in anger. She always showed a wisdom beyond her years.

But she was just a child after all, and who cares what a child says?

Watching his wife unconscious, his daughter heartbroken and enraged, Bai Ye suddenly understood.

The root of evil is not in the God of Sewing.

It lies in the human heart.

"My wife is not impaired, you just want to eat flesh, right? Let me go, I'll meet with that God of Sewing."

The self-sacrifice of humans is always magnificent.

But in terms of the outcome, such sacrifice is also foolish.

Bai Ye knew that once he left, his wife and daughter might not be safe... his sacrifice could only protect them for so long.

But he truly had no other choice, he had believed in the greatness of humanity his whole life...

So in the end, he could only choose to believe in humanity one more time.

"I'll go with you, I believe that the God of Sewing would prefer to have me sacrificed. If I become part of him, please take good care of my wife and daughter!"

On that day, which coincidentally was Bai Ling's twelfth birthday, Bai Ye gently stroked Bai Ling's head and said:

"Daddy has to step out for a bit, Ling'er, you need to take good care of mommy, understand?"

"Today is my birthday, Daddy; will you spend it with me tonight?"

Bai Ye nodded with tears in his eyes:

"Yes, Daddy will come back after dark, I will sing you the happy birthday song, and in the future, Daddy will teach you so much more, my little genius... One day, you will surely become someone Daddy can be proud of."

Father and daughter embraced tightly, but after parting, they never met again.

What happened later was even more oppressive and despairing.

His wife's headaches suddenly worsened, constantly banging her head against the walls, the ground, until blood flowed from her injuries.

Residents of the building, upon witnessing this scene, were overjoyed.

They indeed promised not to harm this woman, but if she herself became impaired from her own actions, how could they be blamed?

"Grandma, does this mean we're going to have meat to eat again?"

"Yes, Chenchen, the whole family of three, the God of Sewing will reward us with lots and lots of meat!"

The old woman and the child clapped their hands in jubilation, and the others in the building also had greedy looks in their eyes.

They wanted to take the woman to the basement, but they found that... the little girl, Bai Ling, was fiercely guarding her mother.

She remembered her father's words—take good care of mommy.

Her eyes, which should have been innocent and pure, were now filled with despair and hatred.

She was like a crazed little wild dog, biting hard anyone who dared to approach.

In the end, the residents of the building decided on a drastic course of action...

They knocked out Bai Ling and locked both mother and daughter in the basement.

Nobody noticed... her mother's neck was sprouting maroon flesh; the little girl's eyes glinted with a strange red light.

In the dim basement, both Bai Ling's body and her mother's body... were undergoing changes.

Building number ninety-two, which had sacrificed countless "impaired" individuals, was about to experience a night of terror.

According to the course of history, a monster on par with the God of Sewing would be born from this.

But she was quickly absorbed by the God of Sewing, consequently bringing an unprecedented evolution and a great catastrophe for the future of humanity.

However, history had undergone a significant change due to the arrival of Zhou Baiyu!