Many people, as children, dreamed of having superpowers, like the superheroes in movies, to help the weak, fight evil, receive public praise and admiration, and reach the pinnacle of life.
However, as they grew older, these childish thoughts gradually vanished.
Only occasionally, when encountering a stick and involuntarily picking it up to play with it, would they recall their childhood fantasies.
People say this is maturity…
But in today's Federation, the vast majority of ordinary people are not mature.
Everyone is like a child with a new toy, in a state of excitement, with boundless fantasies emerging endlessly.
They all sensed the changes in their bodies; the white energy that could be commanded as easily as one's own arm was present in everyone.
Children whose combat power was only on par with a large goose could now hold their own against a stray dog.
Previously, couch potatoes who could only bully Chihuahuas could now punch Tibetan Mastiffs and kick Pit Bulls.
If one was already a martial artist, after becoming a new human, their combat power would be close to that of Master Ye!
It could be said that the physique of all humanity had undergone a tremendous leap in just these five days.
People excitedly discussed this white energy, and various websites were filled with topics related to it, with all sorts of interesting applications of 'Qi' being developed.
Many of these applications were things even the Hunter Association had not discovered.
With all of humanity working together, they quickly figured out most of the characteristics of 'Qi'.
And due to the enormous base of new humans, some special varieties had emerged among them, whose strength was not inferior to ordinary low-level superhumans.
For example, some track and field athletes, when their white energy was applied to their legs, possessed speeds comparable to some speed-type disaster-level superhumans.
Some weightlifters, when their energy was used to enhance their strength, also possessed terrifying power.
This was only the basic level; as these residents adapted to their newfound abilities, their physiques would continue to improve.
When developed to its extreme, a situation might arise where low-level monsters that fed on humans could not survive in cities, as they might not even be able to defeat ordinary couch potatoes.
At that point, these monsters might only be able to survive in zoos.
In fact, even some clandestine organizations were now in dire straits. They needed the flesh and blood of ordinary people for sacrifices, but now there were no ordinary people in the true sense within the Federation…
This obvious change naturally sparked people's curiosity.
They began searching for related information online, and easily uncovered some previously buried truths.
For example, monsters invading from another world;
For example, clandestine organizations hiding in the shadows, attempting to subvert the world;
And the Hunter Association, which had been guarding the world…
These secrets, hidden for thousands of years, were all revealed today.
This was not entirely a good thing, of course. People who suddenly learned so much inevitably fell into panic.
Through various channels, they posed all sorts of challenging questions to the Federation, the Association, and even the Foundation's offices.
Some media outlets and public intellectuals engaged in speculation and guidance, both positive and negative, and some even took to the streets, holding banners to protest the Federation and the Association.
The entire world descended into chaos, but the Hunter Association did not impose any restrictions because they had more important matters to attend to.
The Alliance of Clandestine Organizations was bound to launch an attack. With the news no longer deliberately concealed, the people of the Federation would face it alongside the Hunter Association. After the disaster passed, they should understand the Hunter Association.
Initially, such matters should have been handled gradually, but reality forced the Hunter Association to choose a swift resolution.
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The Foundation headquarters had a completely new look. The runes on its metal shell shimmered with brilliant radiance under the sun's refraction.
Since the truth about superhumans was no longer a secret, Wen Wen did not need to go to the trouble of designing runes or formations for concealment.
Under normal circumstances, this Foundation headquarters, which looked like a mythical creation, would certainly become a tourist attraction for ordinary people.
However, due to the possibility of an attack, the area encompassing nearly half of the surrounding city had been cleared by the Hunter Association.
Another benefit of letting the public know the truth was that when it came time to evacuate people, there was no need to rack one's brains to come up with strange reasons.
On the roof of the headquarters, there was a circular platform ten meters in diameter. In the center of the platform sat a wooden rocking chair, on which Wen Wen lay, rocking gently in comfort.
Hu Youling stood beside him, gently feeding him peeled grapes one by one, while Tao Qingqing massaged his shoulders and back.
Behind them, Bai Xiaomi, with rabbit ears and a rabbit tail, held a fan larger than herself and gently fanned Wen Wen.
Wen Wen's lips curved upwards, making him look quite smug.
Suddenly, Wen Wen's smile faded. He waved his hand, and the three female monsters beside him quickly hid inside the headquarters.
The gentle sunlight that had been shining on Wen Wen's face suddenly vanished. The bright midday sky dimmed, and a curved shadow blocked the sun, resembling a black crescent moon.
A sinister and terrifying aura descended upon the land. Twisted, eerie green specters danced menacingly on the ground and in the air.
These specters varied in form, all retaining the appearance they had at the moment of death, emitting pained wails. Their voices induced a nameless irritation, driving people to frenzied madness.
Wen Wen paid no attention to these specters; they were minor issues. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the black crescent moon in the sky.
Fu Yin, the Corpseblood Eater, clad in a bizarrely ornate robe, sat on the crescent moon, his hair writhing like venomous snakes, forming terrifying shapes.
"SRS Foundation, and that damnable Black Cross, this time it is you who will pay the price!"
Fu Yin glared venomously at Wen Wen, who sat on the rooftop, and at the massive building beneath him. It was this detestable organization that had reduced the once-prosperous Profane Blood to its current state.
However, a lean camel is still larger than a horse. Even though Profane Blood had declined and lost two disaster-level powerhouses, it still possessed the foundation to counter and seek revenge against the Foundation: this black crescent moon.
This black crescent moon was named the Ultimate Evil Moon, at least that's what Profane Blood called it.
This was a contained object of disaster-level!
Within a three-kilometer radius of the Ultimate Evil Moon's location, all positive energies would be greatly weakened, and all negative abilities would be greatly amplified!
At the same time, the Ultimate Evil Moon possessed a degree of self-awareness, and only the most evil could truly control it.