Chapter 35: Uniform Alienation: High-speed Grandma Yu
The on-site battle situation was very intense. The monsters seemed brainless and unintelligent, yet fearless of death. Even when their heads and hearts were blown apart—key parts that should theoretically mean death—their bodies still possessed extremely high activity and couldn’t die completely for a while.
Yuan Zhu saw a deer’s head blown flying, rolling several times on the ground, yet still able to bare its tusks and sharp teeth, crunching and gnawing at the stones on the ground. Nothing else, just pure instinct to attack and bite.
At this moment, numerous beast limbs and corpses piled together, with dark green viscous blood flowing across the ground. It even gathered into streams that seemed to possess activity, actively winding and flowing, climbing onto surrounding plants and trees, flowing upward against gravity to expand their range as much as possible.
As the bloody smell diffused and volatilized in the air, invisible pollution expanded synchronously, making people’s killing emotions surge, immersing them in destruction, sabotage, and slaughter, unable to extricate themselves.
This pollution also stimulated the sensitive constitution of the Immortal Scripture, triggering a series of alerts.
Game Sprite: “Boss, you’re currently resisting two different pollutions at the same time. One comes from the clothes on your body, which is a mild type. It’s constantly trying to deepen its connection with your physical body, attempting to gain deeper body permissions, bringing you stronger power. The defects and harm aren’t obvious yet, but this little bitch dares to imitate me? Unconditionally catering to your thoughts and needs as the host.”
“Hm? Elaborate.”
Yuan Zhu dodged the splashing blood while retreating, starting to throw grenades.
Though many monsters were killed, there was still a group of injured mad beasts that refused to retreat. His magazine was empty, so he could only use his palm thunder. Thus, he kept pulling back, moving flexibly, using trees to maneuver and evade—fighting quite adeptly.
Besides the Game Sprite’s backend monitoring, he was also personally experiencing the reinforcement from the uniform. Power, speed, defense, running and jumping abilities—all greatly enhanced, becoming more flexible and unrestrained. A single Whiplash Kick could knock down a beast sneaking up from behind.
At the same time, this clothes provided strong resistance and defense. Not only could it resist the erosion pollution from beast blood, but the fabric material also withstood the tearing and piercing from beast bone spurs, claws, and fangs.
“The pollution degree of this uniform isn’t high, but it has a ‘mental reading’ ability that I can’t understand. The uniform changes according to the host’s subconscious needs, constantly catering to the host’s ideas. If someone likes violence, it emphasizes melee, power, defense; if they prefer rationality and ranged shooting, it reinforces evasion, precision, speed… This subtle change accumulates and evolves into personalized customization. Ultimately shaping into the host’s form, deepening the host’s dependence on the uniform. And the uniform further deepens the binding through this transformation, making it hard for the host to break free—must stay vigilant!”
Was the Game Sprite worried about losing her position? A competitor who licked even better had appeared?
“What about the other pollution? From this splashing beast blood?” Yuan Zhu asked inwardly.
“Yes, this beast blood has extremely powerful flesh pollution erosion properties, as well as abundant vitality. The plants stained with dark green beast blood also showed varying degrees of twisted mutation. At the same time, the beast blood carries maddening, violent mental pollution, causing inhalers to develop killing desires, suppress pain, and experience pleasure from injuries.”
“The uniform can effectively resist it, but I also discovered that the uniform is secretly absorbing beast blood. More precisely, filtering—filtering out the intense pollution and frenzy from the beast blood, absorbing the nutritious parts, and feeding back to the physical body through threads connected to the body, invigorating the spirit. But it has a fatal defect: it still gets stained with a small amount of diluted beast blood pollution, making one deeply immersed in killing and unable to extricate… If refusing to absorb external nutrients, stamina will deplete too quickly, leading to weakness.”
Before the Game Sprite finished speaking, the nearby Black Butcher was stimulated by this flesh-and-blood flying slaughter scene—his eyeballs bulging and reddening, mental state becoming even more manic.
He opened his mouth and let out a roar like a shout, discarding the weapon in his hand and drawing the Bone Cleaver from his waist. Like a freshly started dump truck, under uniform reinforcement he gripped the knife handle tightly, shoulder-charging the monster in front of him, then raising and slashing rapidly in succession…
His occupational talent was triggered at this moment; his chopping and meat-hacking experience superperformed under the uniform’s reinforcement.
His eyes blood-red, breathing violently, nostrils snorting white vapor, one thick arm swinging in a circle, knife after knife precisely hitting the monsters’ joint vitals.
For a moment, limbs flew, screams continuous, green blood spraying wildly, sticking to his clothes and face, wriggling chaotically trying to burrow into the skin. Yet blocked by the uniform’s pollution resistance, he continued slashing, limbs scattering.
Like a lawnmower charging through the lawn, the sneak attacks landing on his back were all blocked by the tough uniform. Even tears in it began auto-repairing after absorbing blood.
The Game Sprite complained like tattling: “Look! This is the first type of infection I mentioned. His subconscious overly trusts the uniform, further opening physical body control permissions. The clothes has no brain, doesn’t think—just simply filters beast blood and feeds back to his physical body, forming what seems like a benign cycle, but actually erosion reinforcement with unknown side effects.”
Yuan Zhu: “Is this change a big impact on the body?”
Game Sprite: “Hard to say, but I can tell this reinforcement, mediated by the ‘uniform’, is doing its utmost to reduce erosion on the physical body and spirit. The main twisted erosion is borne by the uniform acting as a filter. But it’s too crude; much pollution isn’t fully filtered and pours into the host’s body. So I chose to shut off this energy exchange—your performance will be much weaker, Boss, but don’t feel inferior; theirs is traded for health. And you, my master, you’re the purest!”
Yuan Zhu quickly scanned around; besides the voluntarily berserk Black Butcher, another overly dependent on the uniform was actually Grandma Yu?!
At this moment, Grandma Yu’s changes were even more exaggerated than Black Uncle’s.
The Butcher merely used the uniform’s strength to frontally resist beast attacks, externally reinforcing physical qualities; but Grandma Yu’s entire being was undergoing a qualitative giant transformation.
Still that aged face, body even more shrunken, looking only 1.4m tall. But her cheeks glowed with ruddy luster, eyes bursting with divine light, arms bulging with defined muscles. Her legs were even thicker and more explosive, maintaining a knee-bent crouch, zipping through the beast horde at high speed, using beast-like claws to gut the monsters in her path.
The clothes on her body, after absorbing and devouring massive beast blood, was no longer the initial standard uniform—instead, large patches of dark green patterns emerged, growing bone-like armor scales, taking on a ‘bodysuit + exoskeleton’ style.
What was this otherworld high-speed grandma?
Her mental state was worse than the Black Butcher’s—mouth grinning wide, emitting low eerie ‘hehehe’ laughs, or something like “Baa baa, time to eat!”, then chasing weak beasts, desperately harvesting and slaughtering, letting blood drench her without dodging.
Her body state grew ever better; the uniform continuously intake external nutrients, filling her nearly depleted vitality, and gradually starting to enjoy the pleasure of slaughter and high-speed dashing between life and death.
This eerie change made the young people including Yuan Zhu even more vigilant, not daring to overly depend on using the uniform.
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When the monsters’ casualties broke through 2/3, these fearless mad beasts finally realized too late that hunting could no longer succeed. Or perhaps among their besieged prey, a more ferocious and powerful ‘compatriot (Grandma Yu)’ had been born?
Ultimately, these mad beasts gradually suppressed their attack desires, lowered heads to bite up their kin’s limbs as spoils of war, and turned to flee deep into the forest.
Yuan Zhu and the others, covered in stinking green blood, didn’t pursue but breathed a sigh of relief, vigilantly surrounding Grandma Yu—who was clacking her jaws rapidly—and the Black Butcher, who had bloodshot eyes, panting roughly, struggling to suppress himself.
“Rest easy; with me here, those two can’t stir up trouble.”
At this time, Captain led the trembling Young Monk over.
He looked at everyone satisfied and said: “You all performed well this time; only Mai Lili needs to adjust her mindset. Rest first; once stamina recovers, I’ll explain the changes and functions of the uniforms on you.”
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