American Comics: BOSS Invasion

[Task Complete]

[You have uncovered the secret of the dark forces invading outside the gate.]

[The Dark Seal will randomly fuse with your abilities, resulting in a significant advancement.]

[Reward: Animation]

[Can consume life force to grant non-living objects temporary life.]

Qi Shan watched the misty words in front of him gradually dissipate, feeling somewhat baffled.

The rewards he's been getting lately are becoming increasingly bizarre. Now he even has a skill to animate all things. What's the use of this?

He just got rid of a bunch of inexplicable living things, and now he's creating them himself. Isn't this a joke?

Looks like it's another useless skill!

Qi Shan shook his head, dismissing the thought. Recently, the skills given by the system have become more and more outlandish. Last time, upon completing a task, he received Instantaneous Movement, which at least suited Qi Shan's needs. He thought the system had turned over a new leaf, but he didn't expect it to continue galloping down the wrong path.

Temporary life?

Qi Shan pondered for a moment. It seemed like it could be useful in certain specific situations. Hopefully, he'll remember it when the time comes.

Task completed, bringing the Biochemical Plane to The Walking Dead Plane.

After spending some days in the Sanctuary base, mostly studying and only occasionally relaxing, a small house suddenly appeared. Originally, this thing was just something Qi Shan casually mentioned, but inside, it contained the Resident Evil plane.

Now that it has materialized, it has become a magical artifact of the space-time category.

Qi Shan can enter the small house at any time by enlarging the model, freely choosing the time node and geographical location.

He no longer needs to concentrate and confirm that something exists in the Resident Evil plane to retrieve it, as he had to before. Now, he only needs a general, vague impression in his mind, and the small house will automatically spit out the relevant object.

Basically, with this small house, Qi Shan is carrying around an E-Mart supermarket, with everything available.

Most importantly, it can also be used as a prison to hold people.

Even monsters can enter the Resident Evil plane and be teleported to a location of Qi Shan's choosing. If a monster attacks him, he can send it to a volcano or the depths of the Antarctic glacier with a single thought.

He could even set a range so that anyone who touches his skin would be automatically transported to a volcano, creating another form of absolute defense.

Although Qi Shan doesn't need it, it's interesting to think about.

After studying it for about a month and maximizing the use of the small house, with various strange experiments piling up, Qi Shan finally understood the general purpose of this small house.

He unexpectedly liked it.

As time passed, the task arrived again as scheduled. This time, as Qi Shan had expected, the previous task of wandering around, seemingly looking for something, simply disappeared.

The misty words gave a very clear goal.

[Find the source of the dark forces and annihilate all creatures contaminated by the dark forces.]

[A special reward will be given upon completion of the task.]

Qi Shan scratched his head. He had no objections to the task given by the system, but this time, upon descending, he was given a wolf's head. What's up with that?

Qi Shan looked up at the bright starry sky. The three enormous moons were very eye-catching.

In front of him was a small stream, the water flowing gently, the surface like a mirror, reflecting the stars in the sky and Qi Shan's current image.

A strong, muscular man's body with a huge wolf's head, covered in black fur. Even sitting cross-legged on the ground, he was at least 1.5 meters tall.

Beside him were large trees, their branches drooping naturally like willow branches. The ground was covered with dense vines and thorns, in a variety of colors, but mostly dark purple and dark green, with occasional touches of light yellow and light red, which was very beautiful.

The green hills and clear waters were very refreshing, but not far behind Qi Shan was a pile of messy mud houses.

Occasionally, he could see huge monsters with wolf heads and human bodies wandering aimlessly in the small village, muttering unintelligible sounds, seemingly talking.

Some parts of their bodies were covered with thick, long hair, while others had only short fluff.

Although these werewolves were of different colors, they seemed to be ranked according to their physical strength. The stronger the person, the higher the status.

In the center of the village, inside a house with dark yellow mud plastered on the outside, a werewolf with a well-proportioned, even somewhat thin, figure was leaning dizzily against the wall, a trickle of blood flowing down his forehead, dripping onto his feet.

He was wearing dilapidated leather armor that barely covered his waist. His left arm was missing, but his right arm was unusually strong, with claws protruding from all five fingers. Although his legs had reverse joints, they could stand upright like a human.

His fur was shiny black, with only a patch of golden hair between his eyebrows, which was very conspicuous.

"Hei Shan, how are you?"

Only when Qi Shan followed the inexplicable memory in his mind and returned to his home did he suddenly realize that there was a clear wound on his forehead.

This made Qi Shan very surprised. He had forgotten how long it had been since he had been injured.

He reached out and touched the wound, which was indeed a little bloody, but strangely, he didn't feel any pain, and there was no warm current generated in his body.

Although he could control the werewolf as easily as his own limbs, Qi Shan always felt like there was something separating them.

Whether the werewolf bled or was injured, it had no effect on Qi Shan.

The reason he was holding onto the wall was only because he was very unaccustomed to these reverse-jointed lower limbs. It was okay when walking, at most like walking on stilts, but once he stopped, he would sway back and forth, as if he was about to fall.