Mystery Makes Me Strong

People watched the tentacles silently, and finally someone threw some cans and sausages, and turned away.

Slowly, one by one they all left.

Wen Rensheng was not moved, he just discovered one thing:

The Prophet Crow's prediction is really powerful, one is not too many, one is not too many, the number of dead is exactly in line with its cry.

The tentacle men looked at each other warily, rolled up the cans and sausages, and left the fighting place one after another.

Compared with the previous dead, they are lucky.

But compared to their previous lives, they were unlucky.

"Let's go too." Wen Rensheng shook his head.

He already knew the purpose of the game simulator before, and he also began to get a clue of the means the other party would use.

It's just that he hasn't figured out what position to take, whether to stop the opponent, watch the show neutrally, or push forward.

Or take a step, look at a step.

…………

Somewhere in a wasteland bar.

A sign hung on it: "Tentacles, Tentacles, We Are All Tentacles!"

It was very lively inside.

The tentacle people who had just left the place of slaughter gathered here.

They desperately need a big drunk to numb themselves, heal themselves, and by the way, say goodbye to their past life: women, children, wealth...

Tentacle people can't go to the bank to handle business.

It is also impossible to carry out various online shopping, because now you have to swipe your whole body for verification.

Neither the seller nor the courier wants to deliver the goods to a monster.

"Give me a martini!" said Marne, who was just a heavyweight commander, and now the tentacle man.

Instead, he discovered the advantage of becoming a tentacle man: he could take more than a dozen glasses of wine at a time without worrying about being snatched away.

"Okay, sir." The bartender worked skillfully with his thirty-odd hands, abruptly manipulating it, making it look like a factory assembly line.

"How much salary does your boss give you?" Ma En teased.

His psychological quality is very strong, after all, he already knew the end of this bowl of rice.

"I won't give me any, just say that after thirty years of service, give me a chance to get the player qualification." The bartender said expectantly.

Huh, another idiot.

You will be killed by an accidental stray bullet at the twenty-ninth year and eleven months.

Mann smiled secretly.

Because he has seen it more than once himself.

Neither of them knew that certain people could casually possess the incomparably precious player qualifications in their eyes.

This kind of thing was not rare in the past, and it is even less rare now.

Marne drank a glass of wine, and then heard a voice next to him:

"We must unite! We must have our own organization!"

A tentacle man with a size of 2.25 meters said, waving its thirty tentacles.

Just judging from its muscular upper body, it must have been a good athlete before.

"We are human too, just with a little more stuff, but we also have human minds!"

"Yeah, I heard that Disaster is no longer called Disaster, but Yuanling. Why do you discriminate against us?"

"Our property needs to be protected, our hard-earned family business, and we can't make it cheaper for others! My name is Cruise, tomorrow's tentacle leader election, please vote for me, I will help everyone get what they deserve !"

Many tentacles clamored.

"I'm picking you, Cruise!"

"Well said, it should have been done long ago!"

Ma En is also a little excited, but he will not vote for the other party, he wants to be the leader!

After all, he was the head before.

So he shouted: "What qualifications do you have for us to choose you? Do you want a 30-minute speech?"

Cruise glanced at him, and then said: "Very good, boy, you are very kind! I am optimistic about you, come to be my election assistant, and I will let you understand what qualifications I have!"

Saying that, it waved its tentacles and threw them towards Marne.

Ma En had just become a tentacle man, and he was still very uncomfortable, so he was caught straight away, unable to hold a few glasses of wine, and fell to the ground.

"Haha, kid, you'd better practice for a few more days before you come here to talk!" Someone laughed.

Yes, it's still up to the fist here.

Mann understood.

"Damn, hate!" Ma En was very angry, and at the same time quickly found a sense of identity as a tentacle person.

He wants to get stronger.

"Get up, our multi-handed people are stronger than those two-handed people! We have given up everything to survive!" After slapping him, Cruise stretched out another tentacle and pulled him up.

Marne accepted his offer.

He knew it was a leader's tactic because he used it too.

It's just that it's uncomfortable to be used on yourself.

He just got up when he heard a voice from outside the bar: "Well said!"

Everyone looked up.

The door of the bar opened, and a tentacle man in the uniform of Major McCann walked in.

He was blond, blue-eyed, and handsome, but the tentacles waving from his lower body greatly ruined this beauty, making him look very deformed and regrettable.

"I am Major Laura of Eagle Castle. You may or may not have heard of it, but it doesn't matter. The purpose of my coming here is to rebuild McCann, drive out those messy things, and make this place ours again. Promised Land!"

"Just like our ancestors cleaned up the trash, sweep that trash out!"

Ma En sneered in his heart, another egomaniac.

However, the other party's words seemed to have magical powers, and everyone responded immediately after hearing it.

"Well said, rebuild our paradise!"

"The rubbish should go out, this is our territory!"

Even Cruise, who just met, a guy who wants to run for the leader of the Tentacles, cheered.

He must have used magic.

Ma En thought in his heart, and also cheered.

Because he is very aware of the ruthlessness of this kind of person, if he dares to expose it face to face, he will only die.

Whether it is the major or those fanatical tentacles, they will kill him to establish their prestige.

Major Laura looked at the group of freaks in front of him, and his heart flashed with disdain.

But he still put on a look of enthusiasm and began to shout.

After all, he just got a superhero template: Homelander.

For this reason, he deliberately transformed himself into a person exactly like them.

This is suggested by a staff member: "The number of tentacles will increase day by day, because no one wants to die, and they are the most promising. Ordinary people cannot adapt to this world, and they are the future in the wasteland."

For the sake of the future, he had no choice but to wrong himself and transform his body structure through heterogeneity to become like them.

Anyway, he can change in the future.

He needs men to restore his Eagle Keep.

Eagle Fort is now divided into many small organizations. He must have enough labor force and enough territory to integrate those small organizations.

Thinking of this, Major Laura began to face everyone kindly.

He promised loudly that he had found a way to make everyone stable and stronger.

"Our multi-handedness is the future of mankind, the new power of mankind, because we can sleep and work at the same time!"

"No matter how powerful capitalists are, they can't do what we do."

"As long as we work hard, the future will be bright."