In my previous life, humanity had to unleash its entire nuclear arsenal just to barely kill the “Calamity Broodmother.” Now she had been reborn inside me, an F-rank loser.
This time, she was no longer the hunter. She was my… prisoner.
“Please… don't eat me…”
In my mind, the brutal consciousness that had once made the whole world tremble was now huddled in a corner, shaking with fear.
I nudged the monocle on my nose and smiled. “Good girl. Be a good listener and lend me your power.”
And so, I became a calamity too.
I walked across the wasteland, followed by an endless ocean of swarming insects, while billions of mutated beasts bowed beneath my feet.
The once-mighty genetic aristocrats? Nothing but a lump of fertilizer on my fungal carpet.
The once-impregnable steel fortresses? At a mere thought, they would turn into clouds of spores.
“I am Lin Yuan. I am the lord of all life. I am… the one and only truth.”
When the final judgment came, the executor stared at the world drowned by the insect tide and screamed in despair: “What are you, human or monster?!”
Seated on a throne built from the remains of level-nine corpses, I elegantly sipped my hot tea.
“I am your… god.”
