Abnormal creatures' communication group

It's different now. They have the advantage and the initiative. It's the human leaders who are constantly running around to beg for forgiveness or even secretly surrendering. Ever since he quietly released the contact information and lifted the control over those specific computers and mobile phones, the phone calls and emails have never stopped.

He looked at the information in the text messages, which went from initial testing to discussion, and then to unilateral concessions.

Now he can easily pick victory, the only difference is whether he is willing to put in more effort to make this victory sweeter and more delicious.

For example, those guys who are desperate.

He saw some very interesting things, such as some extremely vicious guys who would treat the process of bullying, insulting, and even hurting monsters as a trophy to show off. They would even compete with each other on how to cause more damage and plan how to kill a monster?

If it weren't for this negotiation, it wouldn't be long before the shadow of death would hang over the human monsters, bad things would happen one after another, and then there would be an irreversible war again, and they would be in a terrible situation of life and death.

By then, even those who still support them will be unable to make a sound in such a terrible situation, and will be swept up in the blood feud, and eventually fall into the sticky blood and become completely opposed.

Even now, they understand that monsters are another civilization, not ordinary creatures without intelligence that they can control at will.

Perhaps it was because they could easily dig out a cat's eyes, remove a dog's claws, or even take the life of a living creature. This pleasure of being omnipotent and dominating life made them gradually lost. So after everything happened, they gathered together and decided to launch a final struggle.

They were even preparing to blend into the scene in trepidation, but perhaps it was the large and uniform number of people wearing bright red cloaks at the scene that made them completely confused.

They finally regained their remaining sanity and brains, and when they thought of the huge building, all of their faces turned pale. Even though they did not see through it like the government, that in addition to this huge floating building, there was also a spaceship in the sky that almost spanned half of the city, they also understood the meaning of those technologies.

But they still have a glimmer of hope and a madness of self-abandonment.

As long as the doctor wanted, he could take advantage of those who were on the brink of collapse and whose taut strings of rationality might break at any time, and launch an attack on the humans in the venue, staining the place red with blood.

This cruel scene will be broadcast and recorded truthfully, and those cruel and arrogant words will also be broadcast truthfully.

By then, no matter how many casualties there are, those guys will be sentenced to death. At least in society, there will be no place for them anymore.

At the same time, these people will give those who are still wavering and doing wrong things a reasonable excuse and reason.

They can use this incident to convince themselves that they were just bewitched and did not fully understand the whole truth. In this way, they can feel at ease and forgive themselves for their previous insults and fanatical persecution of the monster.

The most important thing is that when these people start attacking their own kind, the remaining tolerance and the rhetoric that those who are not of our race must be different in heart will be destroyed.

A guy who points his butcher knife at his own kind is not worthy of any mercy or trust. When their knife is stained with the blood of their own kind, all alliances against monsters will fall apart and disintegrate completely in an instant.

They will even feel more disgusted towards those who dare to raise the knife to kill their own kind, so they will unconsciously think that monsters should be kind, even if the two are not too related to some extent. It's interesting, isn't it?

The doctor raised his phone, opened it, and closed it again. A mess of thoughts and countless plans flashed through his mind many times.

Even though he had already detailed every step of the plan, including how to provoke them without anyone noticing.

But the doctor finally gave up. Those people in red cloaks, the smiles on their faces, the guilt in their hearts, were so similar to the operators who volunteered to join and were saved by Rhodes Island.

For the same goal, we are willing to dedicate ourselves.

The doctor can sacrifice without any bottom line and play with those scum, completely squeezing out their value and then throwing them aside.

But for those who also have sincere hearts, the doctor simply cannot use them as pawns.

As the time of awakening gets longer and longer, the doctor's heart becomes softer. The more operators he gets to know, the more concerns he has about them.

These offset the helplessness, negativity and panic he felt when he just woke up, but at the same time, it meant that he had weaknesses and responsibilities. He could no longer lie in the coffin like before, doing missions when he had them, wandering around Tony Stark's world when he was bored, and lying in the coffin when he was tired, falling asleep without any scruples, living a casual and undisciplined life.

The doctor was thinking so much that even when someone was whispering in his ear, he was in a daze and didn't react.

"Doctor, Doctor, I can't handle this atmosphere. Why don't you ask Tony Stark to make a sculpture of me to temporarily replace me?"

Sans had never been so proud of Papyrus. He looked at the people below who were almost extremely fanatical and fell into a kind of distress called happiness.

Well, maybe these things are a happy thing for some people who like to follow them, but for Sans, they are just countless troubles. He has been forcibly suppressing the instinct to run away because he also has to be responsible for the monsters.

212 The vast void is beyond comprehension, it is unique to God.

The ghost looked at the chaotic scene and saw Sans, who was in distress and unable to move.

It jumped off the seat with a slight jump.

But there was always an inexplicable attraction, and all humans subconsciously turned around and watched silently.

Looking at the little guy who had been ignored by all of them before.

It is emptiness.

The moment everyone looked at it, the same thought arose in their minds, not only those at the scene, but all the humans watching, those watching through TV or mobile phones, also stared intently, all their attention was drawn to it.

This is not something the ghost does intentionally. It is simply the attraction of incomprehensible things to ordinary people, and the overly large soul makes it impossible for them to look away.

The principle is very complicated to explain, but it is extremely simple, just like the penetrating water molecules.

Before, because the ghost was not familiar with the void, almost everything was blocked in the empty mask. As long as it didn't look into the eyes, it would not be affected. But now, it has gradually taken control of the void, and even the mask forged from the Pale Root is being gradually stained and eroded.

This is why this strange thing happened. However, most of the group members in the chat group are not affected by the Void, and the bugs in the Holy Nest, who have experienced the baptism of so many messed up gods, will not be affected much. Only places that have never been infected by the Void or any other gods will be so deeply affected.

But this strange situation did not last long. When it completely emerged from the shadows, its cute appearance immediately overwhelmed human beings' admiration for the unknown and mysterious things.

The originally fixed gaze turned into a moment of confusion, which gradually turned into an embarrassed look.

Maybe he was feeling embarrassed for losing his mind because of the other person's cuteness.

No one noticed or thought about one thing, that is, people all over the world have unified their aesthetic tastes. Even the most vicious villain at this moment did not realize that there was anything wrong with his reaction at that time, as if it was natural to think that the other person was cute.

“Peace and coexistence.”

The unclear and even childish voice echoed in the hall, but everyone could clearly hear the meaning contained in it.

All those who were neutral and had no ill will towards the monsters nodded subconsciously, not to mention those who already had a good impression of the monsters.

Compared to the relatively calm scene, the group was the one that was really in an uproar.

[Judge] A skeleton with only one bone: I never thought that I could hear ghosts speak. It’s really an amazing treatment.

Iron Man: Ordinary Rich Man: !!! What ghost is speaking? Where's the audio? !!! Bro, stop hiding it, let it out!

[World Ruler] Fanatical Architect: Is that all? I've heard it several times... well... once.

At this point, Steve proudly began to show off his previous experience, but halfway through he began to regret why he didn't record it at the time.

【Traveler】Have you seen my sister? : Actually, I'm also quite curious, so is there any audio?

[Weapon Master] A Great Cell: What? It can talk? ??? I always thought it was mute. I think this can be called a miracle.

[Workers in All Heavens and Worlds] It’s Chala, not Zhua: The one who can’t speak can shut up now. By the way, where’s the audio of the ghost talking?

[Iron Man] Ordinary rich man: Brother, hand it over quickly! Don't just say a few words and then start playing dead! This is immoral!

Tony Stark issued a strong condemnation.

[Judge] A skeleton with only one bone: Oh, but I don’t have that thing. I just heard it and came over to tell you.

[Iron Man] Ordinary Rich Man: ...I have no doubt he's showing off.

[Traveler] Have you seen my sister? : Although I generally don't like to speculate about others, I have to say this time that Tony Stark is right.

[Balanced Scientist] Great Scientist: ...I always feel like I've missed something incredible.

[Weapon Master] A Great Cell: ...You are simply wasting my time with your nonsense.

[Chess Player] The nameless person nailed in the coffin: What are you doing? Being here in the group chat at this critical moment is outrageous.

(A four-second audio clip)

[Iron Man] Ordinary Rich Man: The voice is even more childish than I thought.

Tony Stark barely managed to maintain his remaining dignity and pretended to be calm in the group chat. In fact, he had already copied and recorded the audio clip privately, and then turned on the built-in loop speaker to play it over and over again.

[Workers in All Heavens and Worlds] It's Chala, not Zhua: ...It seems to be even smaller than when I fell into the underground, but it's much better than I was then... It's really...

Chara said something vaguely and then died in silence. Fortunately, everyone was attracted by the ghost's voice and no one noticed her abnormality.

In fact, even if it was discovered, it probably wouldn’t be a big deal. Who in this group doesn’t have some pressure and secrets of their own?

[World Ruler] The Fanatical Architect: I’ve heard it before, but after listening to it again, it’s still really great.

Steve decisively erased the word "cute" and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead while congratulating himself on his quick reaction.

Although he knew very well that ghosts might not care, the void might not. Ever since the ghosts came a few more times, the void hidden under the bedrock seemed to have undergone some different changes. He was fortunate enough to dig up an area that was not covered by bedrock while mining. There should have been endless nothingness there, but he only saw the black color like the abyss, as if something was rolling and surging there.

He was so frightened that he immediately sealed it with stones, but the creepy feeling still did not disappear. He always felt like he was being targeted by some high-end predator, ready to tear him into pieces at any time.

After being in panic for a long time, he managed to suppress his pale face and recalled a vague impression in his memory.

He had only seen such a huge and deep black on one person, and that was a ghost.

Although he still hasn't figured out how the other party invaded his world, it is not a bad thing for Steve. Perhaps this will become his trump card for a comeback. If there really are two chess players playing chess in this world, then they can just wait to be completely defeated by the chess pieces.

213 Your power is not pure enough

The matter was resolved smoothly.

If I had to say the reason, it would probably be because the ghosts easily gained the consensus of the humans with their superb charm?

Steve couldn't help but complain when he knew this scene.

It would be more appropriate to say that they have captured the hearts of all mankind. In a sense, ghosts are really scary, so cuteness is justice.

However, the doctor knew the specific inside story.

The human leaders probably knew clearly that they could not defeat the monsters at all, and that the monsters tended to be peaceful, and they had quietly resolved the position issues of most people.

So is there any need to resist or insist at this time? Just lie down obediently. Before the other party decides to tear their faces off and kill them all, seal them and pack them back underground, they must honestly admit their mistakes, even if they have to sign some unequal contracts for this.

If you lag behind, you will be beaten. Even if this sentence is used to cover those so-called civilized invaders with a coat that is at least not so ugly, it indeed reveals an essence.

The weak do not deserve to have a say. They do not even deserve the right to explain what morality and civilization are. If they occasionally have it, it is only because they are sandwiched between two powerful people and are regarded as a breakthrough point by both sides, and used as bullets to attack each other.

The right to speak is something that only belongs to organizations of equal strength, and when it comes to the interests of a group of people, personal morality is not worth mentioning because they are a collective.

Individuals are, of course, not bound by this collective morality, but they are also limited by strength and weakness.

The doctor watched as the other party condemned them as robbers while obediently signing a completely unequal contract. Most of the unequal terms were proposed by them themselves, and he felt nothing in his heart.

He knew that they were doomed to fail before the other party surpassed them. If the monsters in this world were still the same as before, they would probably be easily surpassed by humans. After all, a comfortable life and a kind character would erode the fighting spirit.

But the chat group is different. When they decide to stand behind the monster, to put it bluntly, unless the other party suddenly unites as one, and all members suddenly become enlightened and become geniuses, they will have a chance to barely surpass it.

In the past, he only thought that the chat group was a platform for mutual help, mutual inspiration, and communication. Now he realized that this name, which seemed to be picked up by the boss of a second-rate organization on the spur of the moment, has become some kind of incredible behemoth.

Perhaps, it won't be long before they will completely stand at the top of every world.

He was a little worried about what the mastermind behind the chat group was up to. Why had they gathered them together? Perhaps there was no purpose, or perhaps this was a miracle.

But how unlikely is this? Everyone in the group is now very dependent on the chat group, at least for a while. This dependence is terrible, and it will unknowingly erode everyone's independence, just like Rhodes Island's dependence on him back then.

Even though the past years had long been blurred and only fragments remained, he had deduced some heavy facts from them.

[You are worried]

A familiar brand was standing right in front of him. He didn't even need to look up to know who it was.

"Yeah, I'm worried."

The doctor sighed, barely holding up his collapsed expression and forcing a smile.

[What's bothering me?]

The words on the sign changed, and the ghost stood on the chair, raised his head, and looked directly at the sitting doctor.

"I'm troubled by something, something I don't know how to solve."

[Mission Completed]

The ghost didn't understand what the other party said. It thought the other party was talking about the task, so it opened the chat group very seriously, stretched out its hand and swiped to expand the task column to show people. It clearly said "Completed" on it.

The doctor cooperated and moved over, carefully reading the content that he already knew, then shook his head calmly.

“Things and tasks are different.”

The doctor wanted to explain something, but when he looked at the ghost, he couldn't say anything. He always felt that the ghost shouldn't know these things. Although he only had a vague understanding of the other's world, based on the other's innocent appearance, it was probably a very peaceful place, just like Kong's hometown, like a fairy tale.

What kind of world gives birth to what kind of mind. The doctor is very sure about this. At least the people in the group still conform to this rule.

In a chaotic and unrestrained place, even the kindest people will more or less have a bit of the shadow of chaos, just like Amiya.

Perhaps one day he would place a black crown of thorns on the other person's head, and in a sense, crown the other person as king. It would not be surprising.

As for himself, he probably just wanted to seek peace, a ridiculous and trivial idea. If he could desire that eternal peace, he would rather give up all the talents he had.