Global Distortion: The Mutation Frenzy of Billions of Lives

I am the King of Killing.

I am a bloodthirsty butcher.

I am the embodiment of brutality.

The dark decade of the end of the world.

I have been betrayed by my relatives and friends, stabbed by my brothers, and my cheeks have been stepped into the muddy filth of the sewer. My dignity has been shattered, leaving only a heart of revenge.

Finally... I climbed to the highest throne in the sea of ​​blood and corpses.

Finally... I am back.

(Brain storage... Don't go away, let's have fun in the first chapter, go go go!!)

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Stadium.

Excited heart.

Trembling hands.

Yang Feng queued for two hours, holding a cup of Internet celebrity milk tea, looking around the basketball court.

A perfect figure came into view, with soft hair like a waterfall hanging down to the seat, sitting there quietly, gentle and innocent.

That was the goddess Yang Feng pursued---Shen Mengyao.

"Hey!"

"It's... autumn..."

"Although it's a bit earthy, it's the first cup of milk tea in autumn~~"

Yang Feng scratched his head awkwardly, his expression a little restrained, and he said some earthy love words that he didn't know where he learned from, which could make people dig out a three-bedroom apartment with their toes.

"Thank you, Yang Feng."

Shen Mengyao showed a gentle but polite smile, her eyes slightly dodged, and her slender jade fingers tucked the hair by her ears.

The small action made Yang Feng a little stunned.

"I'll send you a message later!"

Shen Mengyao took her mobile phone and shook her hand gently, asking Yang Feng to leave temporarily in a tactful way, but her beautiful eyes inadvertently glanced at a man sweating on the basketball court.

"Okay!"

"Let's talk in the evening!!"

Yang Feng was full of excitement. He got the opportunity to chat with the goddess again. He was so excited that he won. Not to mention queuing for two hours, even 20 hours would be worth it.

He exchanged a few more pleasantries and turned to leave.

Yang Feng seemed reluctant to leave, and wanted to go back and give more instructions.

A shocking scene appeared.

Shen Mengyao gently picked up the milk tea and threw it into the trash can while no one was paying attention.

Heartbroken.

Yang Feng's heart suddenly tightened, and an indescribable pain twisted his heart.

A whistle sounded.

During the halftime break on the basketball court, a muscular man, exuding the scent of male hormones, walked towards Shen Mengyao.

That was... the rich second generation in the basketball team---Cheng Zijie.

Shen Mengyao immediately picked up the towel that had been prepared long ago, gently handed it to the man in front of her, and carefully wiped the sweat for him.

Cheng Zijie was not polite, and hugged Shen Mengyao, and the hot sweat all over his body soaked Shen Mengyao's clothes, but she just blushed and continued to wipe the sweat for him.

Why?

Why are they so intimate, when did they know each other?

Doesn't the goddess Shen Mengyao have a good impression of herself?

"I saw it all just now."

"Did that kid bring you milk tea?"

"Hehe."

Cheng Zijie seemed to sense a certain sight and looked in the direction of Yang Feng. While letting go of Shen Mengyao, he picked up the basketball and threw it over here.

Bang.

With a loud bang, the basketball hit his face.

Yang Feng's nose was bleeding, his whole body leaned back, and the back of his head hit the concrete floor heavily.

The sky was spinning.

The world went dark.

A strong sense of dizziness, accompanied by an indescribable illusion, exuded a colorful glass light.

Like a revolving lantern, countless dark and bloody pictures passed through his mind one by one, and a large number of memories from the future rushed into his brain frantically.

The tearing pain, accompanied by a large number of memories, gradually made the picture clearer and clearer.

I'm back! !

I'm back! !

Yang Feng opened his eyes, and a restrained and fierce light flashed, no longer as naive as before.

"Is this... a stadium?"

"Isn't there a time when the apocalyptic disaster hasn't erupted yet?"

Yang Feng muttered to himself, his breath was full of blood. He wiped his nostrils and found that he was already injured.

Yes.

I used to be a little cowardly, a little immature, and often bullied.

After the apocalypse, I experienced countless betrayals, countless humiliations, and countless crazy fights before I cut through the thorns and slaughtered a bloody path.

"Your name is Yang Feng, right?"

Cheng Zijie walked slowly, and several of his basketball friends around him also surrounded him, not apologizing for having just broken Yang Feng's nose.

"Shen Mengyao has a lot of suitors."

"But you, a licking dog, make me feel a little disgusted."

"Just now I am teaching you a lesson. Don't get close to Shen Mengyao in the future. Do you understand?"

Cheng Zijie slowly squatted down, grabbed Yang Feng's collar, and stared at him with a contemptuous look of looking at trash.

Goddess Shen Mengyao stood on one side, her slightly red face was a little worried, but in the end she bit her lips and turned her face away.

"Oh?"

Yang Feng sneered, his eyes became sharper.

The memory was too long ago, it was a little fuzzy. It turned out that there was a goddess he pursued, and it seemed that she was not on his side?

"What are you laughing at!!"

Cheng Zijie saw that he was actually sneering, and a fire rose in his heart. He raised his fist and wanted to teach Yang Feng a lesson.

At this moment.

From the corner of Yang Feng's eyes, he caught a glimpse of a discarded sausage skewer nearby. Without any hesitation, he grabbed it in his hand and poked it first.

Ruthless.

Vicious.

No sloppiness.

With a soft sound, the bamboo stick penetrated the throat accurately, piercing it from one side and then piercing it from the other side.

"Don't move."

"I didn't puncture your artery."

"But if you move around, you will die."

The corners of Yang Feng's mouth raised slightly, revealing a devilish smile, and his eyes flashed with a sharp and cold light, as if a poisonous snake was watching its prey.

Cheng Zijie covered his throat, but the fear made him forget the pain and scream for a moment.

Unbelievable.

Incredible.

Cheng Zijie's eyes were full of horror, and he looked at Yang Feng's eyes, which were like cold knives, making people afraid to look directly at him.

"pity."

"The disaster hasn't happened yet, so it's not convenient to kill people."

"Otherwise, I'll be in trouble...I'll have to tear you apart."

Yang Feng's face was close to Cheng Zijie's, and his upward smile was a little twisted, even looking a little ferocious and terrifying, like a demon with his ears split open.

"Ahhhhhh!!"

"Yeah yeah yeah!!"

The crowd around them finally reacted, and someone screamed loudly.

Shen Mengyao also covered her mouth in disbelief. She didn't expect that Yang Feng, who had always been willing to be a dog licker, would actually do such a terrifying thing.

A strong man next to Cheng Zijie, who seemed to have good skills, was the first to react.

He raised his fist and was about to attack.

This moment was captured by Yang Feng. Although his physical fitness was very poor, he had honed his superb fighting skills through countless killing and fighting.

Quick eyes and quick hands.

Yang Feng moved his feet strangely, dodged the punch, and grabbed forward with both hands, grabbing the strong man's other arm.

Take two hands and hold two fingers.

Click! !

Yang Feng glared hard, exerted force with both hands, and folded his hands outwards at the same time. He vaguely heard the sound of broken porcelain pieces, and his thick fingers twisted irregularly.

"Ahhhhhh!!"

The strong man screamed like a slaughtered pig. The severe pain caused him to lose his fighting ability instantly. His face turned pale and he was sweating. He knelt on the ground and screamed in pain.

Too fragile.

It was just two broken fingers, and he was yelling like this.

Yang Feng's cold eyes flashed with disdain and contempt, and he scanned the surroundings with sharp eyes: "I advise you not to do anything. Next time, it won't be just two fingers."

One sentence.

Everyone unconsciously avoided their gazes and took a step back, not daring to participate in this matter.

"Yang Feng..."

Shen Mengyao crossed her arms, her eyes were complicated, full of disbelief and shock, and she stepped forward to say something to Yang Feng.

Snap.

Yang Feng slapped her in the face with his backhand.

Five finger prints immediately appeared on the face of the goddess Shen Mengyao, and the bright red color was clearly visible.

"Who are you JB??"

Yang Feng was condescending and continued to look at her with contempt. For him now, there was no such thing as a goddess.

Love game?

So childish.