The Awakening of the Final Creation and the Six-Armed Battle Generals

The more complicated a scheme, the more likely it is to go wrong—just like a super-precise machine can be wrecked by a single grain of sand. Maybe it's just her style, but Jill Young always kept things simple. Think of it like fishing: cast the net, toss in some bait, and then just sit back and watch the fish do their thing. If these "fish" don't bite or don't act up, Jill can't be bothered. But if they come charging in, greedy as ever, they'll find out the "bait" isn't a tasty treat—it's a hook meant to take their heads off.

And now, these fish have snapped down on the hook—so it's time to chop off some fish heads.

"Hah!" With a sharp shout, Jill Young sent the Hell Fist King charging like a dragon toward the five motionless mechs in the distance. The Wolverine Mecha still hadn't moved—looks like King Kong had already made his move. Who knows if he really managed to pin down Xu Peng, one of the Chosen Ones, but with the brakes slammed on those mechs, they're not going anywhere for a while. Jill's plan was simple: use this window to rush over and turn those guys into pancakes.

Bang, bang! Any monster in the way got sent flying, howling as it plummeted into the depths of the base. The Hell Fist King was completely unstoppable, blazing with flames as it charged toward the far-off platform. Jill was out for a clean sweep, determined to net every last enemy. Inside the Wolverine Mecha, Blue Wolf's face twisted in panic. He couldn't help but shout, "What the hell is happening?!" Watching the furious Hell Fist King barrel his way, Blue Wolf broke out in a cold sweat, scrambling to restart his mech—but it was no use.

Give it one minute, and the Hell Fist King would be on top of him. One punch, and he'd be nothing but meat paste—cockpit and all. There was no escape. Beside him, King Kong pulled off his helmet, face grim and eyes glinting, clearly deep in thought about... something.

But just then, the charging Hell Fist King suddenly came to a halt. Blue Wolf was completely baffled—why stop now? In the next instant, a roar so massive it defied imagination thundered up from the abyss below. A wave of savage, bone-chilling energy surged up with that roar, making everyone's skin crawl and hearts pound.

Everyone's faces changed. They all had the same sinking feeling: something absolutely terrifying was waking up in the deepest part of this alien base. And then, that bad feeling became reality. Violent tremors rippled through the whole base, with the screech of twisting metal echoing to the heavens. Every platform shook, the ground bouncing like a spring mattress. Cracks snaked unpredictably everywhere, and the braked mechs toppled over like dominoes.

Boom! An explosion-like crash rang out as the support pillars around the platforms buckled, sending platforms tilting every which way.

No time to bother with the other Chosen Ones, the Hell Fist King struggled to keep its balance, bouncing off the giant metal scaffolding to avoid getting smashed. Jill's face was dead serious as she peered through the sensors at the depths below. Meanwhile, thanks to the toppled platforms, the Wolverine Mecha poked its head over the edge to see what was down there too.

One glance was all it took for Blue Wolf to let out a scream—even louder than when he'd seen the Hell Fist King coming for him.

The monsters that'd just been knocked flying crashed down to the very bottom, piling up into a gruesome mountain of corpses. And right at the center of that corpse mountain—there was a gigantic claw.

This claw was enormous, grabbing Level 4 monsters like a burly dude snatching puppies. No skin at all—just bulging muscle and bone. The claw kept snatching up Level 4 monsters and dragging them under the corpse pile, volcano-style blue blood and flesh spraying everywhere. Then it would reach out for the next one. Sometimes, it would swing in a wide arc, and any support beam it hit would twist and snap like toothpicks.

"ROAR—!" With a hurricane's fury, another savage, agonized bellow blasted upward. The next moment, a gigantic head shoved aside the corpse mountain and poked out. No skin at all, not even a full set of eyes—just one glaring eyeball, the other socket empty like a crater. Its jagged teeth were sunk into a Level 4 monster, jaw muscles bulging as it chomped down. Crunch! The monster was snapped clean in half!

"You have got to be kidding me..." Jill Young looked like she'd just lost her last meat pill at grandma's house. "The Final Creation actually woke up? My meat pill!"

"Awooo—!" Maybe it was the pain from being incomplete, but the Final Creation went berserk, howling and smashing its fist into the main support pillar. Crack! Whole sections of scaffolding snapped, and the platform above collapsed completely. Tons of metal parts and all the mechs came crashing down into the abyss below.

"Aaaah—!" Blue Wolf and all the other pilots screamed in misery, powerless to stop it. Only the base station's bottom suddenly split open. Inside the control room, Dr. Octopus muttered darkly, "I was planning to use that as a bargaining chip... What a waste, such a precious thing..."

Whoosh—a missile shot out from the base station's bottom, streaking down like a meteor. Unlike regular missiles, its tip was already glowing red-hot in midair, as if something inside was melting outwards.

At the bottom of the abyss, the Final Creation threw its head back and roared, godlike and demonic, slapping its palm straight at the incoming missile.

BOOM! Blinding heat and light exploded, flooding everyone's vision.

-------------------- Final Creation Break Line --------------------

While the Final Creation was rampaging through the alien base, a mysterious signal—encrypted to the max—was sent all the way back to the far side of the wormhole. In a civilization totally different from humanity, the signal was quickly decoded and sparked a short, efficient discussion. Since the author's computer doesn't have an alien language font, here's the translation:

"Group number *** lab has experienced a breach. The final experimental subject has gone berserk."

"Completion rate is less than fifty percent. The experimental subject cannot survive for long."

"As per protocol, dispatch the Six-Armed Battle Generals to recover samples and cleanse the lab."

"Seconded."

-------------------- Six-Armed Battle Generals Break Line --------------------

"Cough, cough!" Blue Wolf kept coughing, trying to shake off the pain and dizziness. All he remembered was weightlessness, falling, explosions, roaring, and bone-deep terror—after that, it was all a blur. When he finally opened his eyes, he saw the Wolverine Mecha had been blown to smithereens, the cockpit torn free and smashed into the metal structure like an apple dropped into a haystack.

Luckily, the harness was tough enough—otherwise, he'd be meat paste for sure. Wait, what about that giant monster, that woman, and how's King Kong doing? Just as he was thinking this, there was a crack beside him. He turned to see King Kong easily snapping the harness and jumping down into the cockpit with a thud.

"King Kong, you okay?" Normally, Blue Wolf found the guy shady and hard to trust, even after their mind-link. But right now, in a crisis, a partner's still a partner. Blue Wolf cheered up instantly: "Quick, I can't move, help me down!"

But King Kong ignored him, which immediately set Blue Wolf on edge. King Kong flexed his arms, then turned to face Blue Wolf with a vicious grin. In the next instant, King Kong's massive fist shot out like lightning, slamming straight into Blue Wolf's gut. Crack! The combat suit split open, and King Kong's fist punched deep into Blue Wolf's abdomen.

"You..." Blue Wolf stared in disbelief, struggling to speak: "Why?"

"Idiot. Still don't get it, even at the end? I was never on your side. Patriotism? Ha! That's all crap. Strength is all that matters!"

In that instant, it all clicked for Blue Wolf. Thinking back on King Kong's behavior, he finally understood. King Kong never cared about completing the mission or winning the nation's favor—he had his own agenda. If there was profit, he'd hand over the Dragon Elephant Wisdom Art to the country. If there was profit, he'd kill Blue Wolf and switch sides in a heartbeat. Under that big dumb brute exterior was a scheming, self-serving mind!

Totally misjudged him—way too late for regrets now. Blue Wolf's mouth hung open, but he couldn't make a sound. Blood gushed out, his consciousness faded.

Clang, clang—something was approaching the cockpit. Crack! With a screech of tearing metal, a huge chunk of the outer armor was ripped off like paper. Summoning his last bit of strength, Blue Wolf looked up. The newcomer was moving with eight metal arms—it was Dr. Octopus!

Clearly, these two had been in cahoots for a while. When they met, their faces lit up like old friends.

"How's it going?"

"Not great. That big guy took a hit from my thermal melt condensed shell and it's still alive. That's the organization's top-tier superweapon—only got one, and now I'm out of options." Dr. Octopus shrugged, clearly annoyed. "I thought this job would be easy, but this place is nothing like the movies. What a pain."

"Quit whining and get to work. We're already inside the wormhole, so if we don't finish the job like that guy wants, we're screwed!" King Kong dashed out first, moving shockingly fast. He was light on his feet—nothing like his usual clumsy act. Clearly, he'd been faking it.

Dr. Octopus hurried after him, moving quickly thanks to his metal arms. He couldn't help but envy King Kong: "Man, you're really lucky—getting that kind of power. That mysterious ability is seriously enviable."

"Hahaha! Of course! I've reached the tenth level of the Dragon Elephant Wisdom Art—the strongest ever!" King Kong grinned, then pointed ahead: "Come on, let's find the right spot and get to work. I can feel we're not far from heading home."

"Yeah, follow me—the best spot's over there!" Dr. Octopus agreed, nodding. With his eight mechanical arms, he zoomed off toward the place he'd indicated.