I set up a shelter organization

But people are so unpredictable.

He knew he shouldn't be afraid.

But he is still afraid of his own changes.

From the moment a person is born, everything around him, what he knows, sees, hears and recognizes will tell him what it means to be a human being.

The facial features, limbs, eyes, ears, mouth and nose are all where they should be.

Ten fingers and ten toes seem to have determined the appearance of humans since birth.

Therefore, some people who fail to fit this template will be treated maliciously, looked at strangely, verbally suppressed, or coldly alienated.

Ugly and beautiful.

Incomplete and complete.

They are still human beings, but just because of this, they will still be rejected by some people.

As long as they are different, as long as they are abnormal, then rejecting them becomes a common practice, but most people will bury this rejection in their hearts, not reveal it, and just watch indifferently.

A small number of people will vent their malice on these people.

That's all.

What an exclusive creature humans are.

Diesel looked at himself.

Now he has completely changed his appearance and is no longer the young, promising, handsome Diesel.

His face was full of distortions, with layers of black stuff crawling all over his face, making his entire face swollen. His five eyes were located in different places above his eyes, and were not symmetrical.

Circles of red lines appeared on his face, red and hot.

His ears also became very large, and his face had no mouth.

The body became more like a stone man, with bulging stones and extra arms and thighs.

There was a big mouth in the middle of the chest, with sharp teeth and a long tongue sticking out from time to time.

Such a terrifying and abnormal appearance.

This is no longer abnormal, but truly inhuman.

He has become a monster.

Diesel realized this fact clearly and desperately.

Those favored by the gods also turned into horrible monsters one by one, with strange appearances. Some of them were covered with sharp thorns, some looked like a big hammer, and some were covered with sharp swords like a killing machine.

They cannot accept their own horrible, twisted and ugly appearance.

Screaming and vomiting.

Another one of the gods shouted, "This is impossible. I don't believe it. This must be fake."

He pulled out the sharp thorn from his body with all his might.

He pulled out the extremely hard thorn, bringing out some blood.

He himself screamed in pain.

"It hurts! Isn't this fake? Why am I in so much pain?"

As he spoke, he continued to pull out the sharp thorns from his body with a ferocious look on his face.

The people around him couldn't stop him.

His expression was distorted and he seemed to have fallen into madness.

Unable to accept that he had become a monster, he could not bear the fact and went crazy.

There was a hint of regret in Zhang Bu Tong's eyes.

Pity.

If those false gods did not appear in this world, then they might also be able to join the Order of the Unorthodox and become Contractors.

One day, they might be able to stand together and fight side by side to uphold the ideals of the association.

Diesel hasn't reached the point of collapse yet, perhaps because he guessed earlier than anyone else who caused these abnormalities in his body.

So he ordered those people to calm down.