Chapter 11 He's a Monster

“Craig!” The Homeland Security Director shouted angrily at the "savior" before him, "No! How could you possibly be here!"

The four protagonists behind Craig also saw the situation. Cartman pointed at the Homeland Security Director and said, "Hey! Isn't that the dumbass who sent us to this godforsaken place?"

Two Homeland Security personnel and two soldiers also walked over. One of them asked, "Sir? What's going on?"

The Homeland Security Director quickly took a few steps back, pointing at the five children. "Take them out!"

"Huh?" The two soldiers holding submachine guns were stunned. "Why?"

"They are a Peruvian panpipe band that escaped," the Homeland Security Director replied. "We must nip it in the bud!"

Stan quickly raised his hands. "No, no, listen to me, the Peruvian panpipe bands can drive away the guinea pigs." He explained, "The reason the whole world is in a disaster is because you chased away all the bands."

The Homeland Security Director quickly interrupted. "Don't listen to him! I said, take them out!"

Kyle also raised his hand and shouted, "See for yourselves! The Incan prophecy is inside the ruins."

At this moment, the IQ and values of those Homeland Security idiots miraculously went online.

One staff member said, "Sir, perhaps we should listen to them. It wouldn't hurt to take a look."

The soldier next to him added, "Yeah, they're just kids, sir."

The Homeland Security Director gnashed his teeth in hatred, took two steps forward, and clenched his fists. "Damn it! That wretched Craig!" He said to Craig, "You just won't give up, will you!"

Craig replied with a pained expression, "I haven't even said anything yet..."

But the Homeland Security Director's IQ had gone offline; no one could stop him from exposing his conspiracy. "For thousands of years, terrifying giants have lived in the valleys of Peru, hidden in that lost world. The Incas knew how to trap those monsters... by using panpipe music because guinea pigs can't stand that music..." He explained in detail, "But the prophecy says... one day, the monsters will be released, and I..." He paused. "Am the one who will unleash the monsters."

Everyone around looked at him in shock, perhaps because they didn't understand... why this guy would reveal his conspiracy in such detail.

"The Incas prophesied that a savior would descend..." The Homeland Security Director pointed at the Tucaao Emperor, "That's you... Craig!" He emphasized, "But that prophecy won't come true because... you'll all die here!"

Before he finished speaking, the gun had already fired.

A soldier standing behind the Homeland Security Director decisively opened fire, attempting to kill the culprit.

The bullet pierced the Homeland Security Director's chest, and he belatedly looked down at the bullet hole in his chest, but not a drop of blood flowed out.

"Ha... hahaha..." The Homeland Security Director sneered.

"You... you're a monster too," the soldier said, pointing at him.

"Oh~ I'm more than just a 'monster'," the Homeland Security Director calmly replied. "I'm much stronger than them." With that, his face suddenly began to distort, and his mouth opened to an unbelievable extent.

In the next second, visible red currents floated all over the Homeland Security Director's body, and his entire skin twitched as if it was about to be torn open.

In just three seconds, the monster disguised as a high-ranking US government official revealed its true form.

It was... a guinea pirate (a giant guinea pig wearing a pirate coat).

"Oh my God!" Stan shouted.

Craig remained calm: "Mr. Monster, I assure you, I have no intention of disrupting your plan. I'll just walk away, you see..." As he spoke, he walked to the side.

As he walked, Craig unintentionally stepped on a large brick on the surface that was engraved with black and white patterns. When he stood on it, the brick under his feet suddenly emitted a blue light and rotated upwards.

At the same time, the eyes of the golden giant statue not far away also lit up with the same blue light, and the short rod in its right hand then shot out a golden ray, pointing at the brick.

The moment the ray hit the brick, Craig's eyes also suddenly brightened, and two blue beams of light shot out. He didn't do anything himself; he just stood there, and the two beams of light shot towards the guinea pirate on their own.

"Oh! No!" The guinea pirate cried out in pain.

"Okay... at this moment my eyes are firing shockwaves..." Craig complained in his calm tone.

"Stop! Ah! Craig, I curse you!" The guinea pirate fell to the ground, uttering his last groan.

The four Homeland Security personnel, as well as the four protagonists, all stood there dumbfounded, watching the scene unfold before them.

Until the monster lost its resistance, the beam of light in Craig's eyes automatically disappeared, and the brick under his feet also rotated back into place.

Craig walked down from there, without saying a word, just sighed deeply…

Up to this point, everything was the same as the plot of episodes ten and eleven of South Park's twelfth season in Feng Bujue's memory. According to the normal plot development, those Homeland Security personnel would soon contact headquarters, the imprisoned Peruvian panpipe band would be released before dawn, and the guinea pig crisis would also be lifted in the morning.

But…

[Sandbox 022986 Major Event has concluded]

[Mirror Shield has failed]

[Clone Script will be purged by the system in 600 minutes]

[Level 3 and above personnel please return to the Inner World immediately]

[Level 4 personnel can use the remaining time to freely destroy the script data]

[Good luck]

At this moment, all the derivatives in this "Clone Script" world heard these prompts.

…………

At the same time, Feng Bujue was in the shopping center, discussing with several script characters what tunes they should play with the panpipe band configuration.

Suddenly, a loud static noise rang in his head.

"What's going on..." This was a sensory experience he had never encountered since he started playing the game, "Where's this sound coming from..."

Feng Bujue knew that the sound was not received by his ears but through some other means. His first reaction was to open the game menu to check if this was some kind of abnormal state.

As a result, he found that his status was all normal, but for some reason, the font in the taskbar had all turned into garbled characters.

"What's the situation?" Feng Bujue muttered, "Has the task system crashed?"

Boom—

A loud noise interrupted his thoughts.

Brother Jue looked in the direction of the sound, but saw dozens of meters away, a large chunk of the ceiling's concrete had collapsed, and a figure that had fallen from the sky stood in the rising dust.