Stop, Friendly Fire! - Chapter 22 part1

The end of the world is coming, the world has undergone great changes, and everything has changed. Plants, animals, and even insects, as long as there are living things, have mutated.
Become more powerful, and even evolved supernatural abilities, such as chickens and ducks that can fly to the sky, such as cats and dogs that can breathe fire.
But only humans, without any obvious changes, seem to have fallen from the top of the food chain to the bottom of the food chain overnight.
Any creature that can open its mouth to eat can treat humans as food.
But fortunately, this world has not completely killed humans. Gradually, humans discovered that they had the ability to cultivate compatibility with other creatures.
As long as it has a high degree of compatibility with some powerful mutant creatures, it can be used for its own use to achieve the purpose of protecting itself.
Fang He is a person who is very compatible with mutant animals, but it is also because of his ability that he has changed from the strongest to the stupidest.
Fang He, who was reborn, said, “Hmph, this time…”

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In this world, there are people who are born to suffer. They have no home, no children, no relatives, and even die tragically at the end, just like Qin Xiangnuan, who carried her burdens alone. In her thirties, she is just a flower that bloomed only to wither in her declining years, and she also has nothing.There are also those who are born to enjoy blessings, possessing wealth, beauty, a capable husband, and smart, beautiful children, yet they still take someone else's life, just like Qin Xiangmei. Though being biological sisters, she plotted against her sister from childhood until her death.If it weren't for rebirth, Qin Xiangnuan would never have known that her half-sister, Qin Xiangmei, not only took away her father and her elder brother's life but also the only keepsake her mother had left for her, and even a tremendous opportunity.

My name is Yan, and since I was a child, I’ve been able to see some strange things.For example—In elementary school, our new neighbor Aunt Tan had a pair of all-around genius twins, who were like the “precious little geniuses” with halos above their heads. They could recite the English-Chinese dictionary backwards at three, master both Chinese and Western musical instruments by five, and hack into a country’s database by seven…Growing up next to such prodigies, my life was inhumane, tragic, and constantly subjected to comparisons.To escape the comparisons with these “other people’s children,” I specifically applied to a private boarding school for middle school.On my first day, my deskmate was a small, thin girl with bangs, wearing an old uniform, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s.Three months later, she woke up from a nap with a “rebirth” halo above her head.She moved effortlessly among the cold academic genius, the wolf-like school bully, the fierce boss, and the gentle childhood friend, leaving me, a lonely onlooker, utterly amazed.By university, I thought I had finally escaped this abnormal world.But as soon as I stepped into my dorm room, my footsteps froze.My roommates each had halos like “ancient times to modern,” “post-apocalyptic superhuman,” “will die if not spending money,” and “ghost king revival.”I clutched my little blanket and applied to the counselor for a room change, but to no avail.Over time, I gradually got used to it. “Handover systems,” “management systems,” “book transmigration,” “infinite worlds,” “three-and-a-half-year-olds,” “interstellar live streams,” “red envelope groups”…The types of halos kept increasing, and I was able to calmly ignore all of it, focusing on my own life.Every morning, I skillfully helped my “ancient to modern” roommate, who was being blacklisted online, dodge campus paparazzi and secure seats for class.At noon, I assisted my tycoon roommate in distributing today’s haul of luxury skincare and designer bags, tasting the city’s top private chef’s custom lunchbox, and exclaiming with emotion, “Darling, can I really accept these?”In the evening, I enjoyed the flowers and plants cultivated by my superhuman roommate on the balcony, tasting a mutated cherry tomato and commenting, “I feel refreshed and purified.”Late at night, when my ghost king roommate quietly climbed back through the window, I peeked out to ask, “You’re back a bit late today, didn’t bring anything back, did you?”My name is Yan, and I am not the protagonist of this world.

After Wang Mang died, he turned into a giant python, evolving crazily!

With the help of his family, he is getting bigger and bigger!

From the first few meters, tens of meters, to hundreds of meters!

From the Burmese python, to the Titan python, to the deep sea python!

When Wang Mang’s size reached hundreds of meters, the earth’s catastrophe came…

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