577 Shi Xiaobai Has Disappeared (1/2)

In Mojin Commercial Street in China's S City, a disaster was happening.

A humongous calamity fiend covered in black flames had suddenly torn out of a spatial rift and landed on the crowded streets with a boom.

The calamity fiend was about three-stories tall, its massive black-purplish head looking extremely ugly. It had three eyes lined up in a row. A black horn protruded out of its forehead, as vertical fangs stretched out of its lower lip. Sticky black spittle constantly dripped down, burning blackened craters in the ground with sizzling sounds.

The moment the spatial rift appeared, the pedestrians on the street knew that a calamity fiend was about to descend upon their world. They fled in panic, but the bustling street had just too many people. Amid their hustle, a number of people failed to flee to a safe zone.

At the instant the calamity fiend landed, it slaughtered all biological creatures in front of it. This three-story calamity fiend was a rare elite-type; its destructive forces far higher than the typical calamity fiend.

With a simple wave of its fist, a ten-story department store collapsed and its black flames reduced the surrounding stores to ashes. What was a bustling commercial street moments ago had turned into a living hell in just a blink of an eye.

As for the unlucky ones who had failed to escape in time, they easily lost their lives.

”Quickly get away!”

”Ah, my child! Someone, save my child!”

This heart-wrenching scene of people fleeing in despair and crying tragically, as well as letting out helpless cries for help, could be seen across the world as a daily occurrence.

The scene of a pitiful mother wailing at the sight of her child disappearing in a fiery sea was all too common.

This made the people who were lucky to survive already numb to all of this. No ordinary citizen would step forward to help her. All they could do was run and wait because any rescuing was the job of experts known as ”Heroes.”

”Where are the Heroes!? Why haven't the Heroes arrived?”

Just like calling the police, shouting for Heroes was also a daily occurrence in this world.

Before the calamity fiend could spread its destruction, Heroes who hunted calamity fiends as their jobs would also arrive in time.

”They're here! The Hero is here!”

”Oh! It's C Class Hero, Mike. We're saved!”

”Onward, Mike! Kill that monster!”

With dual pistols in hand, the Hero, Mike, who was dressed in a cowboy's hat, a black jacket, and fashionable leather boots appeared.

When the Hero Association received a distress call, they would immediately locate the nearest professional Hero to the disaster scene through GPS. They would then rapidly send out the estimated disaster level and the rescue application.

Mike happened to be nearby and towards such disasters, he no longer had the anger and sympathy he originally had. To him, it simply meant a business opportunity.

Although the culprit for the disaster was an elite calamity fiend, it was alone. Therefore, the Hero Association had only classified its disaster level as C Class.

Towards a similarly ranked C Class Hero like Mike, this was a somewhat tedious, but not difficult rescue mission. Most importantly, this was a job that he could earn the most monetarily within the limits of his capabilities.

”It's already fine! Want to ask why? Because I'm here!”

Mike walked towards the calamity fiend and, although his opening statement had mimicked a particular S Class Hero, the line was indeed something that could calm the masses.

When the panicking and fleeing citizens saw this, they slowly stopped in their tracks. They were more terrified than anyone else when the calamity fiend came, but when a Hero arrived, they were the ones filled with the most excitement and anticipation. This was probably the characteristic of a popcorn-eating crowd.

Mike's eyes narrowed as he raised both his silver Demon Hunting Pistols. Psionic Power spewed out from his fingertips and rapidly condensed inside the barrels, gradually forming a piercing round.

The Psionic Bullets were augmented by the Holy Light Runes carved within the Demon Hunting Pistols as they were given the attribute of Light which was the nemesis of calamity fiends.

”Die, blockhead.”

Mike pulled the trigger and with a bang, the Psionic Bullets shot towards the calamity fiend.

A large body implied supernatural destructive strength, but it also indicated slow reflexes. Mike loved facing such large targets with his dual pistols.

Roar!

The calamity fiend suddenly opened its mouth and roared, spewing out flames from its throat just like a dragon.

The sudden flames melted the bullets and engulfed Mike who was caught completely unawares. Without even having the time to cry out tragically, he was burnt to ashes by the black flames.

This was definitely not the strength a C Class should have!

Mike paid the price for the Hero Association's mistake with his life.

The onlooking crowd was dumbfounded as they quickly began screaming and running!

”Trash! C Class is a C Class after all. Useless fool!”

”Darn Hero Association, can't you send a stronger Hero!?”

While the citizens fled, they did not forget to curse Mike who had been burnt to ashes as they blamed the Hero Association for not sending a Hero of a higher class.

The calamity fiend destroyed the prosperous commercial street without any fear. Soon, stores and huge department stores were inundated in black flames as they collapsed into ruins.

Mojin Commercial Street's boss, Mojin, was fuming as he beat his breast. He cursed the Hero Association, for every commercial store destroyed meant the loss of money. Every life sacrificed… Pui! Who gives a shit if those unlucky bastards die?

”Quickly get the Hero Association's Vice-Chairman Jackson on the line. Get him to send an S Class Hero over. He still owes me one!”