Chapter 11: Zi Hui's Divine Talent

Zi Hui had likewise purchased a divine ability.

At this moment, Zi Hui finally entered a combat state. The Fanged Demon was knocked backward, the scent of scorched flesh rising from its body. Upon its death, a Star Energy Diamond dropped to the ground.

“What is that?” she asked, her mind reaching out to seize the Star Energy Diamond. The question was directed at Qin Hao.

“Star Energy,” Qin Hao replied.

Zi Hui’s gaze instantly changed. She looked at him intently, confirming his identity.

“It’s you!”

“It’s me.”

The two exchanged their secret signal.

“So this is Star Energy.” Though she did not understand why these monsters would yield Star Energy upon death, anything coveted by extraterrestrial civilizations was certainly valuable. Zi Hui began to collect it as well.

Soon after, she joined the hunt for the Fanged Demons. Yet her speed was nothing compared to Qin Hao’s. With twenty years of survival experience in the apocalypse and having enhanced his vision, hearing, and smell through the Gene Devourer Technique, Qin Hao was exceedingly sharp.

The moment a Fanged Demon emerged from a spatial rift, just as its head appeared, Qin Hao’s mental tendrils extended forth: metal twisted into a razor-sharp blade, slicing cleanly through the demon’s neck.

Every nearby screw, every scrap of metal, was put to use, transformed into weapons. Different blades danced through the air, as if enacting a myriad of sword techniques.

“Swish, swish, swish, swish!”

More than a dozen Fanged Demons on the stage were skewered by a fan-shaped barrage of blades.

Even the blood of the Fanged Demons floated and merged into Qin Hao’s body.

“Gene Devourer Technique.”

Rich waves of life force were devoured by Qin Hao, expanding his cells. Unique gene fragments fused within him. His skin was smeared with blood, masking the impurities expelled from his body.

Yet this only made him more ferocious, fighting soaked in blood.

In the livestream, several cameras had been destroyed, but one distant camera captured the entire stage, even showing most of the audience seating. Every move by Qin Hao and Zi Hui was witnessed by countless viewers.

This battle had shocked the entire nation. Alarms rang out everywhere. The police were rushing to the scene. The military was assembling urgently, bringing powerful specialized weapons.

On site, amid chaos, most humans had fled, half lay dead within, and Qin Hao and Zi Hui still fought.

Luckily, the Fanged Demons targeted only the chosen heroes; otherwise, had they escaped, the casualties would have been unimaginable.

In ten minutes, Qin Hao slaughtered over a hundred Fanged Demons, absorbing countless gene fragments. He continually discarded the inferior ones, keeping only the most precious.

Now, Qin Hao’s mental tendrils had grown thin and transparent—a sign of depleted mental power.

He possessed divine abilities, unlocking the third level of the Mind Gene Lock with divine power. Yet this was merely opening a narrow path to the destination; true strength required widening that path, or else it was all but an illusion.

Qin Hao’s mental tendrils unleashed a final burst: metal blades pierced the stage, forming a sharp array around him. Anyone wishing to reach him would have to traverse this blade formation—one careless step could mean being sliced or killed.

A long knife appeared in his hand. Qin Hao gripped it, engaging the Fanged Demons in hand-to-hand combat.

His physical fighting skills were even more terrifying. Any Fanged Demon attacking him was cut open as easily as slicing tofu; in the blink of an eye, the ground before him was strewn with demon corpses.

Meanwhile, his Hero System was flooded with points. In mere minutes, Qin Feng’s hero points surged by five million, reaching ten million.

The power of online dissemination was astonishing; hero points refreshed every instant.

“Purchase Mission Predictor,” Qin Hao ordered, instantly spending all his hero points.

Hero points could be earned again, but shop items might disappear next time. He glanced at Zi Hui, uncertain how many hero points she had amassed.

In that brief moment, Qin Hao noticed Zi Hui’s mental power had become extraordinarily strong.

Zi Hui had mastered the Light Ability; her mind was likely a straight path, mental strength comparable to Qin Hao’s, and should now be exhausted.

Yet she grew ever fiercer in battle.

To his shock, Qin Hao discovered that the mental energy emitted by those present was being absorbed by Zi Hui, continuously broadening her genetic pathway of mental strength.

From a thin crack, it widened into a small path, then a road, becoming exceedingly broad.

Her mental power now rivaled Qin Hao’s physical strength.

“Divine Talent Ability: Faith Collection.”

This method of gathering mental energy allowed the thoughts of veneration and worship from those around her to directly empower Zi Hui herself, rather than being converted into hero points and siphoned away by the gods of the Peace Alliance civilization during purchases.

He never imagined Zi Hui possessed such formidable abilities.

No wonder!

No wonder Zi Hui was willing to spend a million hero points to grant her fans Star Energy Baptism; those who survived would become her followers.

This woman’s mind was truly meticulous.

Had Qin Hao not been reborn, he would never have matched Zi Hui’s cunning, but fate had intervened. Before the reversal of time, this infinitely promising hero, Zi Hui, had perished.

Yet none of that mattered anymore. From today onward, she was destined to shine.

Zi Hui leapt from the stage, attacking Fanged Demons appearing at the rear, protecting her fans. She unleashed her Light Ability, its glow falling upon the audience, miraculously healing their wounds.

At once, these spectators—her fans—felt their faith surge like a mighty river, making Zi Hui ever stronger.

Meanwhile, police, armed forces, and soldiers had arrived, storming into the grand theater.

In the broadcast, they had already seen the monsters, but even prepared, facing the Fanged Demons firsthand revealed their terrifying nature.

“Bang, bang, bang, bang!”

Gunfire erupted. Fanged Demons were penetrated by bullets, only collapsing after dozens of rounds.

Their speed was extraordinary. Stray bullets could easily injure civilians inside.

Hesitation proved fatal: the Fanged Demons broke through. Riot shields were raised, yet could not withstand the impact—a demon slammed a soldier to the ground.

“Crunch!”

Its sharp teeth bit off a corner of the riot shield.