MM Racing Chapter 368 The Villain's Super Massive Group
Chapter 368 The Villain's Super Massive Group
Chapter 368 The Villain's Super Massive Group Sex (Thanks to a certain anonymous author friend, Youzhu, for providing this)
I am Mongo.
Everyone in the universe knows that the cosmic tyrant Mongo is an orange-yellow-skinned alien who is 2.43 meters tall and weighs over 510 kilograms. He is muscular, incredibly strong, cruel, and violent.
In most people's minds, a character like me, known for his strength, should be a powerful, brute force-bound warrior. Coupled with my title of "Cosmic Tyrant" and my rampage through the universe in War World (note: a cosmic war fortress the size of a planet), people's preconceived notions about me are even stronger.
But in fact……
Ok.
I wouldn't say it's completely different from what others imagined, but rather roughly... similar?
First of all.
There is no doubt that weaklings should be used as stepping stones for me to stand on the throne.
They have neither the will nor the motivation to become stronger. Even though I painstakingly built a huge arena in the world of war and made them kill each other every day in an attempt to inspire their will to become stronger, these pathetic weaklings did nothing but get by. They were completely satisfied as long as they could survive in the arena every day.
Being weak for now is not terrible. As long as you are despicable and shameless enough, persistent and determined enough to improve yourself, and ruthlessly plunder resources from others to become stronger, the weak will eventually become strong.
And the scariest thing is...
They never think about training their bodies or increasing their strength; they never even bother to learn those despicable strategies.
They never think about actively becoming stronger, never think about how to improve themselves by any means, they just passively accept the external forces pushing them forward.
When faced with the strong, they don't know how to grovel and cheat those guys out of benefits to strengthen themselves. Instead, they stay far away, like a group of mollusks whose bones have been removed.
Pooh.
A bunch of unambitious trash, they deserve to die in my arena.
Mongo thought to himself.
But the truly weak, with the heart of a strong person, when facing someone stronger...
We should do things like him.
First of all.
This is the 1th.
"Never, ever underestimate Parallax. You must control Parallax, not be controlled by it. Your willpower is too weak. Even with the methods I teach you to weaken Parallax, you will still need to be fully focused to control it, or you must use other enhancement methods to make yourself stronger."
This is inside a building on the planet Kovad in the antimatter universe.
The enormous Mongo sat alone in the empty room. Since the room had been taken from the original Kovald aliens, Mongo's head was almost touching the ceiling.
At that moment, a very thin voice was speaking to Mongo. The voice sounded somewhat shrill, as if someone was being choked, speaking while simultaneously gasping for breath.
"And what's worse, your understanding of fear is far inferior to Sinestro's. This means..."
That shrill voice belittled Mongo, rendering him utterly worthless, but the Cosmic Tyrant smiled, seemingly unaffected by the insult. He listened intently to the assessment before interrupting:
"If you could choose Sinestro, you would definitely want to cooperate with him more, but unfortunately, Sinestro wants to replace the Guardian of the Universe as the protector of the entire universe. He would never release a dangerous person like you, would he?"
He said:
"Only I. Only I, who madly pursue power and disregard the future fate of this universe, will truly fulfill my promise and release you from your cage. So..."
He asked earnestly, "You said my understanding of fear is inferior to Sinestro's, so how can I improve myself?"
He added, "What I want is real improvement, not forced elevation through external means."
"...I can't improve. I can't do it."
Mongo's face immediately darkened: "This? This dares to call himself the exiled guardian of the universe? The creator of the 666 sector massacre?"
Mongo deliberately tried to provoke Carona in the hopes of getting him to say something, but such a trick was utterly futile in front of Carona, who had lived for billions of years.
So Mongo finally had no choice but to admit it and begin to state the pros and cons:
"Mr. Cardona, you should know very well..."
"I know that if you can't control the Parallax monster, you can't break the cosmic egg that's trapping me (Note: the cosmic egg is a nascent universe, a prison in Calona), but I really can't magically enhance your understanding of fear."
Carona's voice rang out:
"You have to understand that this is about the willpower of a life, something that cannot be interfered with by external forces."
Before Mongo could continue speaking, the voice claiming to be Carona quickened its pace and continued its seductive rhetoric:
"But once you kill Sinestro, when Parallax has no other options, it will have no choice but to possess you. It will definitely think it can control you, but by teaching you how to control Parallax, you will be able to temporarily take control."
"Next, as soon as you release me, I can immediately help you break free from the Parallax Monster's control. This way, you can steadily train until the day you can completely control the Parallax Monster on your own."
Mongo's face was grim.
The voice claiming to be Carona had approached him not long ago, and in order to gain his trust, it revealed a great deal of information about him.
Now Mongo knows that this elusive Carona was once a member of the Guardians of the Universe, but parted ways with them because he was unwilling to give up his emotions. He even caused the 666 Sector Massacre to prove to the Guardians that beings without emotions cannot protect the universe.
(Note: Atos, the Lord of the Red Lanterns, is the sole survivor of Sector 666.)
He is currently imprisoned in some kind of cosmic egg and desperately wants to be rescued.
But the other party refused to reveal any further information.
Mongo strongly suspected that the other party must have a way to control Parallax, but was unwilling to tell him.
However, Mongo did not choose to point this out, but continued, "But this would be too dangerous for me. You must give me something else to ensure that I am more powerful when facing Parallax. Otherwise, I cannot guarantee that I can complete your task. Don't rush to complain. If you really were a scientist as you claim, you must have some powerful things in your possession."
Mongo tried to extract more from the other party, and things went as he hoped:
"I once forged a piece of equipment called the Power Gauntlet. It was stored in the Oa Guardians' foundry for billions of years and is now supposedly being guarded by a Green Lantern named Shedd."
"Obtaining it will grant you the power to use green emotional energy without wearing the Green Lantern Ring, and the power of this glove is far beyond that of an ordinary ring. It can help you suppress Parallax."
"And I also have some techniques here that can help you fight the Parallax Monster, listen carefully..."
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A dozen minutes later, Mongo raised the yellow light ring and, satisfied, cut off his contact with Carona.
But there was no time to catch his breath; he would soon be attending to the next guest.
Mongo opened the window, then spread his legs, and soon, a green ring quietly flew into Mongo's room through the window, like a cheating adulterer, along the corner of the wall.
"We must reduce the number of times we meet, Mongo, or Sinestro will definitely find out."
"Even if we reduce the number of times we meet, you still have to help me control the Parallax Monster so I can help you kill all those Hidden Ones and rescue you from the Shadow Cabinet..."
"...Controlling parallax monsters? It's simple, I have a way to help you. I was the first person to control the emotional spectrum. And those damned guardians sealed me away, and then..."
"This cursed ring that I once crafted can help you..."
"...Once Sinestro is killed, Parallax will have no other choice..."
"How to kill Sinestro? It's simple. The Azure Lamp's energy can twist Sinestro's will, making him repent. Then he'll beg you to kill him..."
"...And as I said, I happen to be able to control the entire emotional spectrum...Abin Su has already created the Green Lamp Tribe, and their location is..."
Several tens of minutes later, Mongo watched with satisfaction as the ring flew out of the window.
It's time to welcome the next guest.
After walking along the hidden passage next to the room for a while, Mongo found a nearly rotting corpse in the innermost room. Strangely, although the corpse had obviously been there for a long time, there was no stench at all from the corridor to the inside.
Mongo reached out and tapped on the corpse.
"Death Storm, get up quickly!"
With a whoosh, the skeletal man suddenly sat up in shock, his head ablaze with red flames, as if someone had connected to him remotely.
"Mongo? I warned you, I am your ally, not your subordinate."
The sound of a death storm came from the skeleton:
"I've kept the fact that the Divine Power Ring attacked Star OA a secret from Superb for long enough. It's not my fault that it dragged on until it couldn't be delayed any longer."
On the contrary, if Superba were a little more observant, he could easily have noticed that the Divine Power Ring had been out of contact for much longer than I had reported it, and then I would have been in trouble.
"Although I escaped this time because Night Owl didn't take my words too seriously, I will never do anything so dangerous for you again. I have provided you with enough of the power of the Corrupted Black, and I have fulfilled my duty as an ally in any case."
"A Yellow Lantern ring, 21 billion corpses, from a planet called Koruga that a Yellow Lantern Legion is about to destroy." Mongo's lips curled into a smile.
"And all of this needs to be done by you personally after Seneca is killed. Only you can inject a massive amount of the corrupting black power into his body; you are a born assassin."
"The corpse will be paid for immediately after Senito's death. All the creatures on Planet Kruga that have no potential to become powerful are yours. The Yellow Lantern Ring is a deposit, as an advance payment."
Before Deathstorm could answer, Mongo continued, "Now, judging by the time, that Yellow Light Ring should be arriving on Earth soon."
And I promise you, after everything is over, I will become the master of the Parallax, controlling the entire Yellow Lantern Corps, and utterly destroy the Green Lantern Corps and Oa. Then you can freely spread death throughout the universe, spreading your wet, sticky, rotten blackness... So, do you accept?"
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the communication, followed by another voice: "Intelligent life locked. Martin Stan from Earth, you possess the ability to instill immense fear in others. Welcome to Seneca... Zzz... Welcome to the Mongo Legion!"
"Good boy," Mongo said. "Good boy, well done."
He said, "Welcome to the Yellow Lantern Legion... my legion."
Having seen off his third collaborator, Mongo is now planning to contact his fourth.
Mongo didn't see anything wrong with this "central air conditioning" behavior. As a weakling, Mongo needed to borrow the power of these strongmen to truly accomplish the feat of a snake swallowing an elephant—a revival through borrowed power—and truly transform the Seneca Legion into the Mongo Legion.
And this fourth collaborator is...
"Night Owl"
"To be honest, I've always been suspicious of your motives for doing this."
Mongo appeared in another room. There, the face of the Night Owl appeared on the screen.
Mongo stared intently into his eyes. Of all his allies, this was the one who worried him the most. Although he knew the other was just a mortal, the resources the other had mobilized and the things he had taken out during their short time together had astonished him.
"I can easily understand the motives of others when they cooperate with me, but you are the only one I can't figure out what you want to do."
Both Calona and the first Lantern had a simple request: to be released from their own prisons.
The purpose of the Death Storm in spreading the energy called the Black Rot throughout the universe is easy to understand.
But this man in front of me is the only one...
His thoughts were like a bottomless pool. A comparison with the intelligence from Death Storm's side made it easy to see that Night Owl deliberately didn't expose Death Storm's delay in gathering information about the Divine Power Ring, but instead quietly let him pass.
At that time, Mongo and Night Owl didn't even know who the other was.
"You're cooperating with Death Storm, aren't you?"
"And I'd like to discuss a small collaboration with you." The Night Owl behind the screen seemed to be sitting in front of a computer, his elbows resting on the table, his fingers interlaced, as he said, "My purpose is simple."
"The stronger this universe is, the better."
(End of this chapter)