Chapter 602 - Machine God Cult

Han Wu stepped out from his hiding spot. When they heard him, the four hunters panicked and decided to kill him just in case he had overheard.

“Sorry, but you only have your own bad luck to blame,” one hunter said before ordering his A-rated mechanical tiger to attack.

The mechanical tiger charged at Han Wu with its jaws wide open.

Han Wu stood unmoving. Seeing this, the four hunters assumed their abrupt attack had caught him off guard. The group mocked Han Wu, acting as if his death was a foregone conclusion.

“

Hahaha,

young man, you could’ve survived if you just stayed hidden.”

“I’ve never seen someone this stupid before.”

“Someone this stupid should’ve died a long time ago.”

Suddenly, an incredible scene unfolded, interrupting their chatter. Han Wu had grabbed the pouncing tiger by its open maw with his bare hands!

Creaking metal echoed as Han Wu pried the mechanical tiger’s jaw further open. Broken gears clattered from its mouth. Its jaw split open, tearing down its body until the entire thing ripped in half with a loud crack. Explosions rocked the body of the mechanical tiger as it was destroyed.

“How can this be?” the owner of the mechanical tiger muttered in disbelief.

The others were equally shocked. They had never seen a life form destroy a heavy machine like the mechanical tiger with their bare hands before. Was the person before them actually an automaton?

Han Wu stepped forward. The four hunters immediately took a step back, preparing to escape. Unfortunately for them, they were simply no match for Han Wu’s power and speed.

Chuckling, Han Wu swung his left arm into five cables. Four of the cables ensnared the hunters, but before they were captured, they managed to release mechanical beasts to attack Han Wu.

The last remaining cable made quick work of the beasts with Lightning Whip. The four hunters were out of luck.

“What do you want? We can give you all the money we have on us!” one of the hunters bluffed.

“I overheard something about an idiot bringing a Mechmouse King toward the core of the Lightless Sewers. I’m interested in that.”

The four hunters turned serious.

“In that case, you should know that we’re from the Machine God Cult,” threatened a hunter. “Let us go, and we’ll pretend that nothing has happened, or the Machine God Cult will kill you.”

“I really have to admire your stupidity. Think carefully about your predicament,” Han Wu said, unleashing a surge of electricity through the cable holding the hunter who had threatened him.

The smell of sizzling flesh filled the air. Fear painted the faces of the other three hunters.

“Now, who’s going to tell me what I need to know?” Han Wu waved the fifth cable menacingly before the hunters, but they still refused to talk.

Chuckling darkly, he pierced one through to his stomach with the cable, rotating it inside and eviscerating the organ. The hunter was in agony, but there wasn’t anything he could do.

Han Wu had many ways of inducing excruciating pain without killing his subjects. Seeing this, the other two cultists decisively bit into the poison capsules hidden in their mouths. When Han Wu realized what they were doing, he immediately tried to stop them, but it was too late.

The Machine God Cult was more dangerous than he thought. He had not expected them to implant poison capsules into their followers just to protect their secrets. Their doings were equivalent to an evil cult already.

Fortunately, the two remaining cult members had been incapacitated before they could do the same. After removing the poison capsules from their mouths, he continued his interrogation.

It took employing various forms of torture, but eventually, one of the hunters relented and told him everything about the plan of the Machine God Cult. In exchange, he requested that Han Wu grant him the mercy of death. Han Wu complied and electrocuted him to death.

The last remaining cult member was unconscious. Deciding to leave him alive, he ordered Luxun to carry the unconscious hunter with him to find the core of the Lightless Sewers.

Han Wu also managed to get an electronic copy of the Lightless Sewers’ map. Conveniently, it had the path to the core highlighted.

As he walked, he made sure to destroy every mechanical mouse he encountered, accumulating lower-level chips and upgrading his Whip chip to level 7. Whip now caused the air itself to split with each hit. It was even more powerful when combined with Lightning Whip. Han Wu was like a living blender.

After passing through several areas guarded by the mechanical mice, he finally reached the area marked on the map.

There was nothing there. Not even Ji Zhongyi.

Glancing around, Han Wu noticed some fresh scratch marks on the wall. Closer investigation led him to discover a hidden door.

Han Wu shoved hard at the door, but it didn’t budge. Activating his Divine Ring, he used the Pressure Form to imbue his left fist with great force. He struck the hidden door with the combined strength of the left arm of the Machine God and the incredible pressure from his Divine Ring.

The hidden door crumbled apart, revealing a dark corridor behind it.

Light scuffs marked the edges of the entrance. The Mechmouse King had likely left them behind while it was moving. The map didn’t record anything past the hidden door, so Han Wu had to rely on these marks to show him the way forward.

After walking for three km and successfully clearing over twenty hidden mechanisms, the corridor widened into a plaza. At the end of the plaza was a massive core. The familiar presence of the Machine God could be sensed inside the core. Part of its will had been sealed within. Han Wu was about to break it when he heard mechanical footsteps behind him.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Ji Zhongyi warned, riding the Mechmouse King. The Mechmouse King was similar to the regular mechanical mice, but at least ten times larger. Its swinging metal tail left light scuffs on the stone floor.

“I should be the one saying that. Your father is waiting anxiously outside for someone to rescue you,” Han Wu said, taking out Ji Dezhu’s request form for Ji Zhongyi to read.

The Mechmouse King used its tail to tear the paper to shreds. “That old man doesn’t understand me. I have ambitions that would take me far from here, but he’s only keen on taking care of that little shop! He’s not my father!”

Han Wu scoffed, left arm silently shifting to Cable Form.

Perhaps I should teach him a lesson in Ji Dezhu’s stead.