Hunter of Mysterious Creature-Chapter 661 - 180: "Small World

"I have a question," Sun Hang suddenly asked, "Who are you?"

The characters on the glass curtain wall flickered a few times, but no new text appeared.

"Are you Chimera 17?" Sun Hang asked again.

The mottled color blocks on the glass curtain wall increased, yet still, there was no clear response.

"Do you know Anna?" Sun Hang tried asking, "Anna Demosheva."

It was fine until Anna's name was mentioned. At the mention of her name, as if it triggered some key mechanism, the passersby on the street, who previously treated Sun Hang like he was invisible, all suddenly stopped. They all turned their heads, their pitch-black pupils, devoid of whites, fixed on Sun Hang.

"In a hurry?" Sun Hang asked with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "You seem to be... very sensitive about this name?" 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

As soon as the words fell, the street was filled with beings neither human nor non-human swarming toward Sun Hang, reminiscent of a scene in the movie "Biohazard 4" at the Shibuya Crossroad.

However, Sun Hang was not the protagonist in that movie with only two small handguns.

Thanks to Anna's prior warning, upon arriving at this place, Sun Hang attempted to use his ability at the first opportunity—the ability hadn't been sealed, which means that even if this place is an illusion, it isn't the kind that isolates Sun Hang's consciousness from his physical body.

A silver thread, finer than a hair, was drawn from Sun Hang's fingertips, and then this silver thread instantly stretched toward the distance—Sun Hang casually turned around, and this thread, which stretched hundreds of meters long, drew a circle with him as the center, directly on the street, with a radius of several hundred meters.

The creatures within the circular range paused momentarily, and in the next second, their upper and lower bodies were already separated.

The lower half continued to rush forward invincibly, while the upper half had already fallen to the ground, the carbonized incision at the waist smooth as a mirror, looking just like a CT scan image... As for the blood inside these beings, it had already evaporated at the moment the silver thread swept past due to the extremely high temperature.

More humanoid creatures surged toward Sun Hang, but Sun Hang just kept pulling this silver thread, doing that simple circle-drawing motion continuously. In just a few minutes, the street, less than a kilometer in length, was already piled up with dismembered corpses.

What was a bustling commercial street not long ago now seemed like a production line in a meat processing plant—the road marked with white lines was the conveyor belt on the production line, and Sun Hang, at the center of the road drawing circles with the silver thread, was the emotionless meat-cutting machine.

"You see, you have no mercy for humans."

New questions appeared on the glass curtain wall.

"You don't hesitate at all when slaughtering humans because you never considered them your kind from the beginning."

It seemed that Sun Hang had killed all the 'people' on the street; no more people emerged from the distance. Standing among the remains, Sun Hang looked up at the text on the glass curtain wall, almost bursting into laughter.

"Is this the legendary 'draw the target around the arrow'?" Sun Hang mocked, "Do you really think I would consider these zombie-like things as humans? I don't know whether to take this statement as an insult to my intelligence or yours... Or is it that, as an enigma, compared to humans, you're missing a mental screw from the start?"

Sun Hang paused, increasing the level of ridicule: "Or is it that you have no brain at all?"

"They are humans." New text appeared on the glass curtain wall.

Sun Hang looked down.

A severed upper body had rolled to his feet; it was a young woman between the ages of twenty-five and thirty, wearing a dress that Sun Hang, although he couldn't distinguish the brand, knew it was expensive just by thinking with his heels. Her face adorned with exquisite makeup, her long hair dyed deep brown was coiled into an elegant bun at the back of her head, revealing a swan-like slender white neck, adorned with a dazzling diamond necklace.

Unfortunately, as she fell, the fur stole on her shoulders slipped off, revealing a string of unsightly kiss marks on her collarbone.

Her eyes were wide open, perfectly capturing the description of "dying with remaining grievances"—but her eyes were entirely normal, not the pitch-black Sun Hang had seen before.

Her pupils were completely dilated, lips with red gloss slightly parted as if she wanted to say something.

Only she could no longer speak.

"They are all humans," the glass curtain wall "said" to Sun Hang, "living humans; you killed them."

"Their emotions are all real; you also once connected with those emotions… if you hadn't hurried to sever the connection with those emotions, you could have touched their memories, their lives through those emotions."

"Each of them is unique; they are not fictional concoctions. Even the most advanced artificial intelligences in human society today cannot create something of such vast information and intricate logic in a short time."

"You've actually glimpsed those fleeting memories."

"They have parents, children, their own loved ones..."

"You can see the child being born in the delivery room, you can see young couples in elegant gowns and wedding dresses walking down a red carpet from beneath flower-adorned arches, you can see..."