I Created a Containment Object at the Start, and Became a God

6: Restoration potion! Monster!San Pao watched helplessly as his brothers died one after another, his eyes instantly bloodshot.

He kicked over the ammunition box beside him and grabbed a modified MG3-A1 heavy machine gun, its barrel gleaming coldly in the dim warehouse.

”Brothers, grab your weapons! Kill this monster!” San Pao roared as he pulled the trigger, the muzzle spitting out a half-meter-long tongue of fire. ”Damn it, I don’t believe I can’t kill you!”

”Rat-tat-tat-tat—”

The deafening sound of gunfire instantly echoed throughout the entire warehouse.

The remaining lackeys were also blinded by rage, grabbing AK-47s, shotguns, and even rocket launchers as a dense web of fire instantly blanketed the White Tiger’s location.

The storm of bullets riddled the warehouse’s load-bearing pillars with holes, sending concrete fragments flying everywhere.

An RPG rocket hit the White Tiger squarely in the chest, the explosion’s light illuminating half the warehouse.

”Go to hell, monster!”

Amidst the billowing smoke, San Pao panted heavily while reloading a new ammunition belt. He stared fixedly at the center of the smoke, his finger never leaving the trigger.

”Boss... did we get him?” a lackey asked, trembling.

Suddenly, a soft ”click” sounded from the smoke—the sound of shell casings hitting the ground.

Everyone’s blood instantly ran cold.

They saw the White Tiger’s figure slowly emerge from the smoke and dust; the dense array of bullet holes on its body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Its pair of fleshy wings were fully unfurled, embedded with deformed bullet heads.

”Is that all?” The White Tiger tilted its head, its mouth stretching to its ears.

It casually plucked a 7mm bullet from its wing and licked it with the tip of its tongue: ”Not a bad taste.”

San Pao’s pupils constricted violently.

He saw a purplish-black tail slowly extend from behind the White Tiger, its tip curled around the now unrecognizable corpse of Yellow-Hair, the third in command.

The mangled, bloody remains dangled like a ragdoll, with fresh blood dripping down through the gaps in its scales.

”Tsk, so filthy.” The White Tiger flicked its tail in disgust, and Yellow-Hair’s corpse slammed against the wall like mud, emitting a sickening ”splat.”

”M-monster!!!”

”Run! Run away!”

The remaining lackeys completely broke down, dropping their weapons and rushing outward frantically.

Someone tripped and was immediately trampled by those behind, their screams and pleas for mercy blending together.

”Stop, all of you damn bastards!” San Pao roared, but no one listened to him—this group of desperados had already been scared out of their wits.

”Want to run?” The White Tiger tilted its head. The twisted human faces on its fleshy wings suddenly opened their eyes simultaneously, their mouths opening and closing as they emitted eerie whispers.

”Not good!” The lead Black-Robed Man’s expression changed drastically. ”Cover your ears! This is mental pollution!”

He and his companion immediately tore off cloth strips to plug their ears. But the fleeing lackeys were not so lucky—

”Ah! Don’t come over here!” A thug suddenly knelt on the ground, frantically scratching his own face. ”Little brother... little brother, I didn’t mean to get you killed...”

”Mom... Mom, save me...” Another person curled into a ball, his face covered in tears and snot.

The most terrifying part was that they began attacking each other—one person choked his companion’s neck, roaring ”Go to hell,” while another picked up a steel pipe and smashed it frantically at the air, as if fighting an invisible enemy.

The entire warehouse instantly turned into an insane asylum.

”Interesting.” Lin Zhi sat on a beam, watching this scene with great interest. ”Fear, regret, madness... truly interesting negative emotions.”

At this moment, Wen Wudao began collecting these negative emotions, preparing to create things in the future.

The White Tiger slowly walked toward San Pao; with every step it took, the human faces on its fleshy wings emitted even shriller shrieks.

Although San Pao had covered his ears, blood had already begun to seep from his nostrils; he was clearly also being affected.

The two Black-Robed Men exchanged a glance, a ruthless look flashing in their eyes.

They had only come here on orders to trade, never expecting to encounter such a turn of events.

As senior members of the Monkey God Sect, they immediately realized—this monster-like human before them had either consumed some kind of forbidden potion or had received the favor of some god.

”Damn it...” one of them cursed under his breath, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the Kobold in the cage. This was an experimental subject specifically named by the High Priest; if it were lost...

The other suddenly pulled a dark red potion from his bosom and threw it forcefully at San Pao: ”Catch!”

Seeing this, the White Tiger’s fleshy wings suddenly spread, and its sharp claws moved to intercept.

But Lin Zhi’s playful voice suddenly sounded in its mind: ”Let him drink it.”

The sharp claws stopped just as they were raised.

Although San Pao didn’t understand why, he instinctively grabbed the potion and, without hesitation, bit off the stopper and gulped it down.

”Gulp—”

The moment the potion hit his throat, San Pao’s eyes suddenly bulged.

His skin began to squirm unnaturally, and his spine emitted a teeth-grinding ”crack” sound.

Most terrifyingly, his mouth began to tear horizontally, splitting all the way to his ears, revealing two rows of serrated fangs.

San Pao’s body had already swollen to over three meters in height, and thick black fur sprouted all over his body.

He fell to his knees in agony, his hands mutating into huge, sharp claws that gouged deep furrows into the concrete floor.

”Roar—!!”

The completely beastified San Pao threw his head back and let out a roar that did not sound human, his crimson eyes locked onto the White Tiger.

The two Black-Robed Men took the opportunity to retreat to a corner, where one of them pulled out a communicator and whispered quickly: ”Requesting support! An unknown anomaly has appeared in Zone D-7! Suspected to be from another sect...”

Before he could finish, San Pao had already transformed into a black shadow and lunged at the White Tiger! His speed was so fast that he even left an afterimage behind.

”Boom!”

The two monsters collided fiercely, the shockwave shattering all the glass within a ten-meter radius. The White Tiger was knocked back several steps, its fleshy wings carving deep grooves into the wall.

But the next second, all the human faces on its back suddenly emitted a shrill shriek simultaneously!

San Pao’s movements stalled instantly, and black blood began to seep from his seven orifices. The White Tiger seized the opportunity, plunging its sharp claws directly into the opponent’s abdomen—

”Squelch!”

As blood sprayed, San Pao revealed a ferocious grin.

Dozens of blood threads suddenly shot out from his wound, wrapping around the White Tiger’s arm like living things!

”Watch out!” Lin Zhi’s voice suddenly exploded in the White Tiger’s mind. ”That is...”

Before he could finish, San Pao’s gaping, bloody maw suddenly spewed out a cloud of black mist.

Within the mist, countless tiny insects could be vaguely seen wriggling, instantly enveloping the White Tiger’s head!