I set up a shelter organization

Only by suppressing the weirdness with their bodies and utilizing the weirdness's abilities can they successfully survive encounters with the weirdness again and again.

The dead cannot even feel this little bit of pain.

Disasters come in a hurry.

I sat at the top, three seats to the left.

He looked down and saw that the seats were already full.

"Is everyone here?"

"The leader of the disaster."

"leader."

The others quickly stood up and saluted Kuzai.

Kuzai waved his hand, telling them not to be so polite: "No need to bow to me, everyone, please sit down."

He looked to the right and to the center.

"Has the evil disaster and the great leader not arrived yet?"

It was the leader who summoned them, but he still hasn't shown up. And what about that guy Evil Disaster...

The words had just fallen.

A black fog appeared in the middle.

After the black fog dissipated, Tianzai appeared in front of everyone with a gloomy face, holding the evil disaster in his hand.

"Big Chief, Chief of Evil."

Everyone stood up and saluted again.

Scourge raised his hand and motioned for them to sit down.

Then he threw the evil disaster onto the seat on the right: "Stay still."

Evil Disaster's face was full of anger and dissatisfaction, with some scratches on his face and his body was in a mess.

It looked like he had a fight with someone before coming here, and didn't gain any advantage.

He wanted to get angry, but because he couldn't defeat the natural disaster, he could only sit in his seat obediently.

"I called you here this time because of the future of the Trickster and the future of our organization."

"We should all understand that the future of a Trickster is a dead end with no way out."

Everyone was silent.

Evil Disaster snorted, "Didn't we know this from the beginning? Do you need to emphasize it again?"

Natural Disaster glanced at Evil Disaster.

Only Ezai dared to interrupt him while he was speaking.

The old man said, "Chief, if you are asking about our awareness, I believe everyone present here knows how cruel this road is, and what kind of faith we hold to persevere."

"Well, well, well," the sick cadre propped up his head, half lying on the table, "We are already terminally ill, there is no cure."

"When I encountered something strange, I was already prepared." The dead cadre said sullenly, "Death is the end of all life."

Student cadre: "Every day we survive is nothing more than burning the nourishment of our souls. We live in this purgatory, trembling against the weirdness."

Poor cadre: "You say it's so scary, is it really that scary? Although the strange backlash is indeed distressing, but other than that, I feel pretty good."

None of the elites among the Nine Difficulties below spoke up to interrupt.

Instead, he listened quietly to what these cadres were saying.

Kuzai glanced at the chief and found that Tianzai's expression was surprisingly not too ugly. Instead, he seemed to be thinking about something.

It’s strange, this person’s personality doesn’t seem like him. What happened?

"I know that all of you have this awareness." Tianzai glanced at the people below: "After all, you are the backbone of natural and man-made disasters, and you are the supreme beings who stand out among all human beings."

"Without a certain level of faith, it would be impossible for someone who has reached this level of strength and realm to persist until now."

You know, the stronger the weirdness, the stronger its impact on people. If a weirdo wants to become stronger, he has to devour other weirdnesses.