God Invasion: It's awesome to save the world with five problematic girls! Chapter 565 - 157. Fuck the modifier4

Moreover, it was still disintegrating, rejected by Spencer.

Along with it, her originally raised hand, along with her supposedly ferocious fangs, all began to crumble.

"Woo... Woo woo..."

Around her, the figures of little pigs and birds began to twist into extrely horrifying shapes.

At this mont, she seed to be isolated by the entire world.

She despairingly lowered her hand, bowing her head and covering her face as she sobbed,

"I... I’m not... Woo woo..."

"Crack crack crack crack!"

Not far behind, as the shadow of the thumbs-up dramatically shattered, expelled incessantly from within her, Miao manifested.

Its erald-green eyes were tightly fixed on the thumbs-up phantom that was struggling to remain, and it cautioned Yan Huan, who was walking toward that direction,

"Yan Huan, that is the essence of the modifier, I recognize it, that’s the most powerful one among the five modifiers!"

Hearing Miao’s warning, Yan Huan’s advancing steps hesitated slightly,

"..."

And Miao, still intently watching that direction, continued,

"Spencer has started to think about giving it up, so it is now suffering severe damage!

"If you leave Spencer alone like this, it will soon be expelled from Spencer’s body and then completely eliminated.

"It seems that causing the host’s heart to be deeply hurt, to despair completely, to have the idea of giving up everything can also eliminate the modifier.

"On the contrary, as soon as her heart picks up hope again, the modifier will recover as before."

"Yan Huan, this is a rare opportunity...

"What do you decide to do?"

Miao turned its head back, its erald eyes staring straight at Yan Huan nearby.

And Yan Huan, who had stopped in his tracks, just watched the chaos, watching the modifier that was struggling and twisting within Spencer.

If he does nothing at this mont, the most powerful of the five modifiers will be permanently resolved.

Just over a month, and progress on one of the five modifiers would be accomplished.

Solve the modifier, solve the modifier...

In Yan Huan’s mind, the nightmarish voices kept echoing.

This obsession was precisely what made him unwilling to part with the mask, to continually suffer alongside these hosts.

Now, he finally had a chance to grasp at resolving a modifier.

But...

Yan Huan couldn’t help but recall everything he had just seen.

He watched Spencer clench her fists, gathering strength, wanting to resist.

But after Sakakawa Tatsuya’s words, she simply deflated.

She didn’t curse anymore, didn’t fight back, instead, she ca to think of giving up the modifier.

If the others hated Spencer because in her eyes they were birds, hence influenced by the modifier,

Then why would those whom she saw as pigs, as a type of people, as friends, treat her this way?

And before she had the modifier, many years ago, why did those hypocritical jerks, who saw her as a hairless pig, those who bullied her, treat her this way?

Since the first round of the competition, what had she done wrong?

She didn’t steal from others anymore, instead, she trained obediently every day.

She apologized to this bird in her eyes, invited what she thought were her little pig friends to go out and have fun.

She didn’t think about staying, just wanted to win the competition once, and then grant her wish to everyone.

Such was her ending...

Even though the modifier was resolved, it made Yan Huan inevitably reflect upon his own conscience:

"Yan Huan, is this really what you wanted?"

Heavy clouds hid the originally clear blue sky, a violent wind howled, making Spencer’s tears, as she hung her head, scatter to the ground.

"..."

And Yan Huan seed unable to lift his head too, buffeted by the fierce wind, so much so that his eyes were stinging, forcing him to cover his downturned face with a hand.

His right hand tightly covered his face, even his fingernails dug into his skin.

"Crack crack crack..."

Once again, the sound of breaking was heard...

But this ti, it seed that it wasn’t the clear, pleasant sound of modifier fragnts falling.

What was shattering in the breeze...

Was the mask that Yan Huan had always had on his face.

"Miao..."

"ow?"

Miao sat on his shoulder, and now, hearing Yan Huan suddenly speak, turned to look at him.

But now, Yan Huan slowly lowered his hand.

He looked straight ahead, and the next second, he lifted his leg again, walking toward there.

At the sa ti, his expression beca completely cold, even his spoken words turned sharp and hoarse.

The wind swept through, blowing the grass on the field to bow their heads.

Mockery and laughter from the surrounding stands, everything happening in front blurred the situation into chaos.

And Yan Huan walked toward there, one step at a ti, his voice turning cold, grating through clenched teeth,

"Fuck the modifier!"