Damn it! Let's smash the darkness together!-Chapter 562 - 150: Hundreds of Eels Take the Lead (Autumn Moon Love Moon Ticket)_2

[These are all refugees, merchants, and scavengers, making a living on the Wasteland. They take turns going outside the secure area every day for resource exchanges, which is the basic ecology of life in the Wasteland.]

[A caravan noticed you walking alone, and a trader’s father sent his young daughter to ask if you needed a ride. The travel fee was 388.]

[The price seemed a bit steep. Wasn’t this just blatant extortion? You chose:]

[You refused, turned around, and gave him a good beating, then took a vehicle and drove off amidst the cries and curses of the crowd.]

[You weren’t in a hurry to return to the secure area, but instead strolled around the Wasteland with great swagger.]

[You were naturally rebellious, fond of going against the flow. The place was 25 kilometers from the Star Tower of the secure area in a straight line, totaling nearly 160 kilometers if you went all the way around.]

[You were neither anxious nor impatient, and started patrolling, pompously, like the king of the Wasteland.]

[You began to search the nearby shelters, probing house by house, trying to see if there were any Esoteric believers nearby. If there were, they would likely not escape punishment.]

[You had discovered that on the Wasteland, Esoteric believers often preached, but they were not easy to distinguish and hid very deeply.]

[At six thirty, you came to a shelter flying flags, with a very pretty receptionist dressed like a nun, stretching languidly.] 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

[By now, you held great malice toward the profession of pretty receptionists. You approached her to talk and got straight to the point, asking if she had any knowledge of any special, great existences.]

[Her face changed, she cursed you as a vile cultist, telling you to go preach elsewhere, that you were not welcome here, and if you didn’t leave, she would call the police.]

[Good, through your probing, she was probably a normal believer of the Star Goddess, not a cultist.]

[You didn’t compromise, but instead snorted in anger, "Humph, since you worship the Star Goddess, why don’t you try to sell me the nun’s secret Holy Water? I think you are just a fake. Not selling Holy Water means you’re an Esoteric believer!"]

[Damn, was that even a reason? It was like trying to find an excuse to blame someone when there was none!]

[The nun got enraged by you. To defend her dignity, she decisively fought you but unfortunately, she was no match and was beaten to her knees.]

[You checked the shelter and found a secret room where an assortment of Evil God Statues of unknown origin was enshrined.]

[Ah, you stumbled upon a group of cultists by accident!]

[Seeing their cover blown, her subordinates grabbed whatever they could find—those with cleavers took cleavers, those with steel rods took steel rods—and launched an attack on you.]

[These Esoteric believers looked very poor and desperate, not even having a proper gun to defend themselves against you in close combat.]

[Unfortunately for them, you were overpowering. You floored every one of them, and in front of everyone, you overpowered to the fake nun cult leader at the table, orchestrating a perverse harmony of life. You brutalized her over and over.]

[The cult leader’s figure was quite something indeed~]

["No, stop it, let go of Ali Divine Messenger!" "You can’t do this! Damn it, you just can’t!"]

[The believers watched in frenzy, wailing in desolation, calling you a beast, but what use was that? It only increased your brute interest.]

[Afterward, you eliminated all the cultists, leaving none behind.]

[Well done, the world is cleaner now.]

[You left the crime scene and continued your patrol, storming into any shelter you came across and interrogating.]

[At seven thirty, you discovered your second cult base,]

[The door was opened by a middle-aged woman, with a son about twelve or thirteen years old. She was immediately attracted to your strong physique and wanted you to stay and become her child’s father. You merely smiled without saying anything, going with the flow, and engaged in another round of life’s perverse harmony—it was nothing more than a brief fling.]

[Afterward, she invited you to visit the Funeral Hall, which turned out to be a slaughterhouse with more than thirty people killed, skinned and gutted, hanging from the ceiling like strips of cured meat.]

["Husband, a single night of springtime is worth a thousand gold; for the child’s future, offer up your body!" The wicked woman smiled sinisterly, summoning three burly men, their muscles bulging, clearly Warriors.]

["Ha, such meager skills dare to challenge me?" You slapped all the people dead, and amidst their screams, chopped them into mincemeat.]

["Humph, evil woman, for your murder and pillage, you deserve death!" Your body radiated an unbearable light of human nature as you eradicated this den of devils, and you took the opportunity to bully her once again.]

[Well, looks like you came here for some morning exercise, didn’t you?]

[With that taken care of, you continued your patrol. However, not all shelters had been invaded by the cult. Some might have been infiltrated but were well hidden and had escaped your detection.]

[Following that, until the afternoon, you searched through over a dozen shelters but found no more secret cult bases.]

[Perhaps they were there, just well-hidden and unseen by you.]

[At five in the afternoon, you came to the last shelter, which resembled a tavern, with many dancing girls sweating and splashing around. The matron in charge, as round as a barrel, spoke the familiar line, asking you, "Want to have a go, burp, five hundred for one time."]

["Want money?" You were principled, not fond of freeloaders. After inspection, you didn’t find any clear traces of Esoteric believers, though the place was chaotic. So you took the heavily made-up old matron, gave her a severe lesson.]