Lord of Mysterious Wizard-Chapter 124 - Stinky Giant
Chapter 124 -124 Stinky Giant
Factory Grave, a term used by residents of Messer City to describe a region in the southern part of Bronk District, which was once a gathering place for a large number of heavily polluting factories such as steel and coal.
Later, due to a major economic depression, coupled with endless accidents, the factory owners fled en masse, leaving behind empty shells.
Among them, the most serious and final incident was a brave journalist who risked his life to sneak in, exposing that all the factories were secretly discharging wastewater into the Messer River, leading to the accidental deaths of at least thousands of citizens over a decade.
Additionally, the health of the remaining residents was also in grave danger.
That report led to the birth of the “Grave.”
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It also made Messer City home to the first journalist to win the Federation’s highest press award, although not long afterward, the journalist was murdered.
Years after the major events, the area was already covered in dust, with no fame to speak of.
In the dead of night, the atmosphere here is truly that of a grave.
And in recent times, for some mysterious reasons, it has become forbidden territory.
Even homeless people with nowhere to turn would not dare to approach this place at the risk of their lives.
Today, the sight appearing on a dark street seems to be confirming the terror of this place.
Shasha—!
What suddenly resounded was the sound of a heavy, fleshly presence, rubbing along the dusty road surface.
Under the moonlight, cold with a hint of purple halo, four silent, towering figures steadily moved forward; their footsteps seemed purposefully trained, completely synchronized, looking both harmonious and eerie.
Four bald men in suits, wearing masks, each dragged a hooked chain, pulling along a monstrous thing toward the deepest part of the “Grave.”
That thing was an utterly disgusting corpse.
It seemed to be the corpse of a giant that, after death, had undergone a long fermentation process, becoming an even more terrifying “giant corpse.”
It had a form very similar to that of a human, yet its skin was covered with gray-black spots, and beneath the skin flowed pus-like blood, accompanied by a stench comparable to a landfill, forming wisps of green smoke that curled upward.
One of Messer City’s urban legends, like the Blank Dog-faced Man, was the once-popular “Stinky Giant.”
In the legends, it was a man suffering from gigantism since childhood, abandoned by his family, forced to feed on landfill garbage, and eventually, due to various pollutants and rot, he became a fearsome giant emitting a terrible stench.
Originally, it was just an urban legend.
But perhaps due to the return of the Spiritual Tide, it became reality.
And then, it was captured by four “Polluters.”
The stench that could suffocate a living person seemed to have no effect on the Polluters.
And while the Stinky Giant appeared to have been rotting for many years, it was actually very fresh.
Death, no more than a few minutes ago.
Perhaps because it scavenged for food in the landfill since childhood, its life force was surprisingly tenacious.
Until just now, it lost its last bit of life force.
Within its extremely stinking, rotting body, a Resentful Soul was rising.
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At first, it looked like an exceptionally tall boy, then it rapidly expanded.
Eventually turning into an enormously disgusting giant, it instinctually wanted to let out a roar, spewing plague-inducing toxic gas, but found it could not make any sound.
As it lowered its head, it perfectly saw its own corpse and fell into an incredulous stupor.
Before it could accept the fact that it was dead, in the dark night sky, a smog-wrapped palm silently landed on its head.
Whoosh!
A spark of red light, instantly turning it to ashes.
Shasha—!
Down on the dark street, the Polluters continued forward.
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“Hum”
On the side of the street, within an abandoned factory, a cloud of smoke surged in and finally condensed into a solid figure.
Tang Qi appeared with somewhat heavy steps, his current State seemed a bit Abnormal, as if he had undergone some intense exercise, breathing slightly rapid, and his heartbeat also exceeded the normal rate.
To put it simply, he was a little overstuffed right now.
“How many is that now?”
“Although their appearance is indeed repulsive, the Fuel supplied has exceeded any previous one, and tonight I’m already getting close to my limit.”
Tang Qi stood still, silently recalling the previous gains.
He had been staying in this Factory Grave for several hours. During this process, he turned himself into the most diligent and cautious shadow.
Following the safe boundaries perceived, he moved back and forth in the night sky, effortlessly picking Fuel from those fresh corpses.
Once or twice, he was nearly discovered.
But every time, Tang Qi would decisively give up.
After all, these Polluters kept coming non-stop from various places, and there was an unprecedented abundance of unclaimed Fuel. He didn’t need to be greedy.
Even so, Tang Qi was very close to his limit.
It should be noted that after receiving the “Judgement”, Tang Qi’s progress with the Melter Meditation had crossed ten percent. To make him feel close to his limit at this moment implied how much Fuel he had crammed into the furnace.
He had a premonition that upon returning from this trip and digesting all the Fuel, his meditation progress would see another leap.
“However, such good days probably won’t last too long. No matter when the Polluters began these actions, it definitely won’t be far off. At least when I first set up traps to kill the monsters, these Polluters hadn’t started yet.”
“With their capturing efficiency, within a few days, Messer City will be left with only a handful of flesh-bearing Abnormalities.”
“I wonder how the people from the Ancient Castle Bureau will handle it then.”
“But before that, this will be my Fuel replenishment ground.”
As thoughts flickered, Tang Qi felt the bulging in his mind, didn’t persist any further, and turned around planning to head back to his own small building.
Just in time, as it was nearing dawn.
When Tang Qi was about to leave the Factory as a fog, the entire Factory Grave’s atmosphere underwent a change.
The Polluters, who were leisurely walking in the streets, seemed to have received some sort of signal, accelerating at once, each dragging their catch, turned into phantoms, flying past the Observation Tower, and then burrowing into the Dark Factory.
Originally, the bizarrely painted factory surface that seemed to be deliberately made to resemble countless narrow “weird eyes” suddenly rippled with a Dark ghost light, rapidly covering the entire wall.
Soon, a dusty and incredibly old factory emerged.
If not for the Observation Tower still in place, it would look no different from the surrounding abandoned factories.
This scene explained why no one had noticed the existence of the “Dark Factory” because it could change.
Tang Qi took one last deep glance at the Factory, and then left without any attachment.
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Bang!
Before the feeling of fullness reached its peak, Tang Qi returned to the campus area, with no time to wash up or change clothes, he went straight to the second-floor bedroom and, as usual, sat down cross-legged on the carpet.
“Melter!”
Muttering these two words, Tang Qi closed his eyes and entered into the state of Cultivation.
His concentration slowly sketched out the golden Sun, incredibly bright and dazzling, igniting within the ruins of darkness.
The Fuel he had picked up not long ago reappeared at this moment, then passed with a flicker.
Streams of golden light points, just like a little stream or even a small river, flying towards the furnace he had become, all converged into his spiritual power.
His meditation progress was rapidly advancing.
