October 19th, 2014. Sunday, noon, twelve o'clock. Sunny weather.
Sunday is supposed to be a time for family fun and enjoying life. The homebodies would tidy up, cook, shop for groceries, and bask in domestic bliss. The trendier folks would hit the malls, go shopping, and join all sorts of social events. But lately, things in Shanghai have been off—thanks to the thick fog encircling the city, even daily supplies are getting hard to come by. And after Jasper Xiao's terrifying video, everyone’s playing it safe and mostly staying put.
No internet, no forums, no League of Legends, no Taobao, no online banking. Even the family pets have started acting weird—anxious, restless. The ER is packed with people bitten or scratched by their cats and dogs. You keep hearing about folks trying to leave town, but the fog is so thick they lose their way and end up coming back.
People are uneasy, everyone knows something’s not right, that something big is happening. But if the government hasn’t said anything, it can’t be that serious—right? What they don’t know is, even the government’s intervention and orders are blocked by that wall of mist. The exponential growth of all this is too fast, too wild, too overwhelming. By the time anyone outside figures out what’s going on, this whole area is already locked down.
For clueless city folks, until the official news comes, all you can do is tighten your belt, stay home, and lock up the pets. You look out at the gorgeous blue sky and tell yourself, "It’s broad daylight—what monsters could possibly show up?"
But nobody expected that what’s coming isn’t monsters—it’s the King of the Underworld.
Ever been in really thick fog? Well, this black mist is even thicker than you can imagine. It’s like walking through the deathly clouds of the Underworld—rolling black fog pours in from who knows where, swallowing up everything in sight. People scream, panic, and realize they can’t see or hear the person who was just standing next to them.
Everyone ends up alone.
Total darkness wraps around everything. People huddle in the corners, hoping the solid walls will give them some comfort. But every time someone touches a wall, they jump back as if bitten—like there’s invisible black fire burning on every surface, scorching away the shiny “stickers” of prosperity and leaving only the ancient, rotten, weird, and twisted "reality" underneath.
This fog is fierce and unstoppable. Doors, windows, walls—even lab-grade sealed barriers—nothing can keep it out. Only the most special powers or objects have any effect at all.
"No, just the opposite," Jack Young said, eyes deep and knowing. As someone who'd used the black mist's power firsthand, he knew just how sketchy this stuff was. "Because the way it grants your wish is nothing like what you imagine."
Before he could finish, there was a weird crackling sound from deep in the mist. It sounded like footsteps—or maybe something bumping around—awkward and stiff, sending chills down everyone's spine.
The footsteps weren’t far away. All the regular folks tensed up, and Maggie Monroe instinctively grabbed Jack’s hand.
Jack smiled at her. “No worries.” Then he raised his left hand and slapped it forward—whoosh! A blast of freezing wind shot out, ice forming in its wake, frost spreading everywhere. The cold pushed back some of the black mist, carving out a barely visible path.
The path stretched out about ten meters, and at the end of it, everyone saw... something weird.
It looked like a person—a woman, maybe—but her skin was dark brown and cracked like tree bark. Her limbs moved, but only in that creepy, stiff puppet way. Just one glance was enough to make anyone's skin crawl. She saw the group and flashed a bizarre smile, then said something that left everyone stunned: "Big... boobs..."
"Big..." Fate Guide’s mouth twitched as he pointed at the thing ten meters away. "I know now’s not the time for jokes, but did she just say... big... you-know-what?"
"Big... boobs..." The monster’s fingers creaked like rusty old door hinges as she stared at them, practically drooling. "I want... big boobs..."
"She really did say it!" Fate Guide totally lost it, clutching his head and yelling, "Why is the first boss after a horror movie cutscene a total clown? I mean, you’re a woman, right? Why do you want those? And why are you staring over here? None of us have any!"
After that outburst, Jack instinctively glanced at the people around him... Well, not small, but not crazy big either. Proportionate. Yeah, proportionate is good—smack! Maggie Monroe gave him a side-eye and slapped him on the forehead.
"I want—big boobs!" The monster went nuts after hearing Fate Guide’s comment, throwing her hands up and screaming, "I want big boobs!!"
Crack! Her chest suddenly bulged. At first, everyone was shocked, but then it got downright disturbing—the two lumps kept growing: tennis balls, papayas, volleyballs, soccer balls, basketballs. At first, it was almost sexy, but then it just got scary.
With a series of pops and tears, the skin on those lumps kept bursting, only to be refilled from the inside. The monster started upright, but soon the weight dragged her down. She cradled her mutated chest, her face twisted in satisfaction and madness. "I want big boobs—!"
Boom! She dropped to her knees—the sheer weight was too much. Black mist poured toward her, and her chest kept swelling, soon bigger than gym balls, heading for millstone territory.
To everyone watching, those things looked ready to explode—she was a full-blown monster now. Some of the special ops guys, freaked out, instinctively drew their knives and stepped back.
Just then, the buzzing of wings came from the mist—tons of flying creatures were closing in. As everyone braced themselves, a swarm of fist-sized black shapes shot out, making a beeline for the monster.
Jack, sharp-eyed as ever, realized those things were mosquitoes—at least, they looked like mosquitoes!
The mosquitoes attacked like arrows, stabbing straight into Bustzilla’s chest. With a loud glug-glug, they started drinking... something. The monster couldn’t move, only scream in agony—but even then, she kept yelling, "I want big boobs!!"
And over her screams, more black mist gathered, and her chest just kept getting bigger.
Jasper Xiao frowned, about to step in—no way he could just stand by for this mess. But then, another noise hit everyone’s ears: scree-scree, like metal scraping the ground. And a ghostly voice floated over: "Pointy... chin..."
As soon as the voice faded, another freaky figure emerged from the mist. She looked like a woman—tall, skinny, and holding up a "V" sign with her right hand in front of her chin.
But honestly, she didn’t need any more tweaks—her chin was already razor-sharp, a black-brown blade stabbing straight into the ground. Every step dragged out a screech and sent sparks flying.
"That chin..." Nobody knew how to react anymore—fear, shock, or just pure disbelief? So after Bustzilla, now it’s Pointy Chin? Is this some kind of plastic surgery horror show?
Even the fist-sized mosquitoes saw Pointy Chin and split off to swarm her. But unlike Bustzilla, she wasn’t stuck in place. Suddenly, she stood bolt upright, and with a sickening crack, her chin shot up—her head was practically touching her back! She wasn’t dead, though; she just grinned weirdly and whipped her head at the incoming mosquitoes—
Swish! A dull arc of light flashed, and the front row of mosquitoes got sliced in half!
Crack-crack—like a broken puppet having a seizure, her neck spun like a wobbly caster wheel, the blade chin sweeping all around. The mosquitoes couldn’t get close.
"I want a pointy chin—!" The monster suddenly did something unexpected—ignoring the crowd, she lunged at Bustzilla.
With one swing (well, one chin swing), there was a nasty crack, and in a moment that made everyone wince, Pointy Chin sliced off one of Bustzilla’s boobs right at the base!
Splat—black goo sprayed everywhere, but it wasn’t blood, just some nasty, sticky liquid. Bustzilla screamed like hell, but even then, she was still yelling about big boobs. The group froze, but Jack’s eyes flashed—he stepped up and raised his palm. Next thing you know, the severed boob exploded! Black mist and stinky juice went flying in all directions.
Any mosquito hit by the juice instantly dissolved into black smoke. Jack pushed out with his qi, and with a muffled boom, the air compressed into a temporary wall, bouncing all the flying gunk away.
"Big boobs!!!" Boom—another explosion, and Bustzilla blew up her other boob, then bolted into the mist. Pointy Chin shrieked and, after a quick breather, raced after her.
The thick mist swallowed all sound, and soon, everything was quiet again.
"Uh..." Senior Brother Mentor was about to say something when Fate Guide tugged his sleeve and pointed. Everyone looked over and the regular folks jumped in fright. Silent as a shadow, a huge snake slithered by! Wait, was that really a snake... Why did the tail have two human legs attached?!
No, wait—actually, it was two human legs with a long, skinny tube on top!
"Don’t tell me... that’s Serpentine Slim. Big boobs, pointy chin, snake waist—we’ve got the full set..." Watching those stubby legs run off with that long body, nobody felt like laughing.
Just think about Pointy Chin’s attack power or Bustzilla’s corrosive explosions. If even one percent of the population turned into these freaks, things would get out of hand fast. And honestly, it’s probably way more than one percent right now.
After one bout of heavy fog, people are turning into these things?
Everyone fell silent.
"Snap out of it," Jack said, now completely free of his inner demons and clearer than anyone else. His eyes shone with resolve. "Let’s go do the right thing."