Chapter 333: South Park (8)

Chapter 333: South Park (8)

Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97

“If only I could fly like Neo...” Feng Bujue, who was falling, looked up at the night sky lazily and sighed with lamentation. As his mastery of Soul’s Eye continued to improve, perhaps one day, he would achieve the ability of flight, but that was not now.

“Sigh... a serious injury is certain.” Feng Bujue stopped his wandering mind. He slowly turned around in midair, bent his knees, and braced for impact. The impact from the fall was not as serious as he expected, as was the loss of Life Points. Even Feng Bujue himself could not give an explanation for this.

Actually, this was a sign that his Fighting Mastery was close to levelling up to Level B.

Wu!

The monster not far away had closed in on Feng Bujue. Following a growl, its giant paw went at its target. At that moment, it was obviously a bit too late to pull off Mad Moxxi’s Bad Touch from his inventory. Due to the angle and the distance, it was not suitable to use Death Poker to defend against the attack either. Therefore, with no other choice in mind, Feng Bujue made the decision to burn through another eight hundred Stamina Points and unleashed Southern Style Flying Dragon Fist.

Leaving Stan’s home and escorting Randy, Sharon, and Shelly all the way to the shopping mall had taken precisely half an hour. That was just enough for the cooldown timer for the Flying Dragon Fist to run out. This was a skill that he had used under the buff from Body Enhancement Spell, so the damage was naturally bigger than normal. One could see Brother Jue gather power into a tangible form as it forcibly pushed the giant guinea pig for more than five to six steps back from where he was standing.

One had to understand the scale of these steps. The guinea pig was so big in size that the five to six steps it was forced to take back were almost equal to more than ten meters in distance.

With high risks came high rewards. With this tactical space of more than ten meters, Feng Bujue was practically safe. He quickly summoned Death Poker and aimed them at the giant guinea pig’s eye, forcing it further back. As the shiny cards shot out from his hands, Feng Bujue deactivated his Body Enhancement Spell, turned around, and scaled up the wall.

This time, he was not carrying a large backpack or any NPCs that he needed to rescue, so scaling the side of the building was as easy as pie. Without the need of any skill or tool, Feng Bujue utilized the power of his own physique plus the ability of Soul’s Eye. Various parkour movements came easier to him like it was second nature. It took him less than ten seconds to leap up onto the roof, and away from the sight of the giant monster.

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In the Peruvian Jungle, inside the underground ruin, there was a rectangular tunnel that moved deeper into the ruin. Looking from inside, the walls on the side, the ceiling and the ground were all made from yellow stone. There were some broken lumber and larger boulders that could be seen littering the tunnel, but these objects did not seem to affect or reinforce the structure of the tunnel in any way. Suddenly, from one of the corners walked out a figure holding a torch.

That was none other than Stan. When he turned the corner, he even waited for a while for his friends to catch up. “Let’s head over this way, guys.”

The other four kids followed him and turned out from the corner. At that moment, Kyle seemed to chance upon yet another discovery. “You hear that? It sounds like water.”

“Yea, it’s coming from up there.” Cartman concurred and pointed ahead. Not far in front of them was a rectangular exit, and from the exit came a rather bright fire light. As the group conversed among themselves, they walked to the end of the tunnel. They walked out from the exit, and the environment suddenly opened up around them. They found themselves looking at a magnificent underground temple.

The space was extremely wide, and the general geography had a sloping slate to the center. The surrounding gray walls were embedded with several giant bowls of fire. For some reason, all the fire bowls had embers burning in them. Curtains of water fell from higher up, and the water seemed to come from the cracks in the walls. There was an extremely long and zig-zagging bridge that cut through the temple and joined several stone cliffs together. Underneath the cliffs was a circular waterfall that seemed to flow down into the dark abyss of the earth.

Looking around, they saw two large human-shaped shapes that were placed on the two sides of the temple, and they were facing each other in a kneeling position. The faces of the statues had clear ancient civilization carving and curtains of water flowed out from their giant ‘mouths’, right down into the waterfall below.

“Dude, that’s awesome.” Cartman gasped in admiration as he looked at the scenery before him.

The four main characters shared a look, and it was Stan who said, “Alright, let’s go.”

As he finished, the four walked together toward the temple.

“No.” Craig’s voice came from behind the group of four. “I’m not going.”

The other four were flummoxed. They stopped moving. Stan, who walked at the front with the torch, turned back to ask, “What do you mean no?”

Craig replied calmly, “I am not following you guys anymore.”

“Dude, we have to go check this out,” Stan pleaded.

“Why?” Craig asked.

The four once again looked at each other, and it was still Stan who replied, “Cause... That... that is just the way it is.”

“Every time bad things happen, you guys end up putting yourselves deeper in the middle of it because ‘that’s just the way it is’,” Craig mocked.

Craig replied with annoyance, “Hey! We aren’t the one on an ancient prophecy wall, butt wipe!”

“I don’t care,” Craig said. “I have decided that I am done. I am choosing not to be a part of this anymore.”

Kyle asked, “How do you do that?”

“It’s easy.” Craig opened both of his arms. “Watch.”

Then, he turned around and started to walk away from the four main characters...

The four looked at him in shock, their expression appeared to be saying, ‘Does he not read the script? Why is he doing this?’

Craig was like a rare character in a horror movie. He was a person with the intellect of a normal person. Facing the unknown that might bring fatal danger, he decided to turn back. He retraced their steps and walked out from the ruin. The group of four now had to trail after him, and they yelled after him, a bit flustered, “Craig, dude, wait up!”

“Okay, let me explain the current situation to all of you,” Feng Bujue said. “Ladies, gentlemen, and... kids, as you can see, the giant monsters that are invading the city are extremely powerful and conventional weapons will not work on them.

“Based on my understanding, they are only afraid of one thing, and that is the pan flute music. Since all the Peruvian Flute Bands’ CDs that were sold on the market have been confiscated by the government... to chase these monsters away, we will have to play the music ourselves.”

“But I have to operate this video camera. I don’t have a free hand to play the guitar.” Randy once again gave a ridiculous excuse in a matter of fact tone.

“Randy!” Sharon shouted at her husband. “Can’t you see what’s more important?”

“It’s fine, Mrs. Marsh,” Feng Bujue said lightly before turning to look at Randy. “You can go and get a bandana and tie the video camera to your forehead. That way, it won’t ruin your shot, and at the same time, you can play the instrument.”

That was the darker side of Feng Bujue. He had no thought of reminding Randy... that there was no tape inside the rolling video camera.

“Oh, that is such a bright idea!” Randy replied happily.

“Then, guys, follow me,” Feng Bujue said as he walked toward the door that led downstairs. “Once we get the instruments, we will be safe. We’d better get a move on before those monsters rush in here.”

...

At the ruins of Machu Picchu, Peru...

This place was known as the Lost City of the Incan Empire. It was situated between the oldest mountain and youngest mountain of the Andes, built on the narrow ridge.

It was night, and lighting clouds covered the sky. A helicopter descended on this ancient mountain ridge. Two American soldiers in full military gear walked out from the helicopter, and following behind them were three men dressed in black suits. The five soon reached the edge of the ruins, when the Head of Homeland Security, who had been leading way, suddenly stopped. He turned back to say, “Wait here a minute.”

Then, without waiting for the reply from his underling, he walked forward alone. In front of him, between the walls of the ancient ruin, there was a rather wide field. In the middle of the field, there was an area that looked like a shrine, and at the shrine stood a very large and imposing golden statue.

The statue was about the height of three adults stacked on top of each other. From head to toe, including the base that it stood on, it was all made from pure gold1. The statue looked like an aging Incan man. He held a wooden baton in his right hand, and his left hand... held a pan flute.

The Head of Homeland Security took one step after another toward the statue. When he was about two meters from it, he stopped. Suddenly, he opened both of his arms and yelled at the statue, “Behold! I am standing on your precious land!”

Then he took another step closer to the statue. “I have waited a long time for this.”

Then, the man pulled down the zipper of his trousers and started to pee on the statue...

As he peed, he laughed madly like a quintessential villain. “Ha... hahaha... hahaha hahaha!”

The other colleagues who stood behind the Head of Homeland Security were stumped when they saw this. They probably were all thinking, Has our superior lost his mind?

“Hahaha... What of your prophecy now! Huh?” After the Head of Homeland Security finished peeing, he shouted gloatingly at the statue, “Nothing can stop me now! Nothing!”

But just as he finished, from one of the holes in the wall of the ruins, out came five school students.

“Craig!” the Head of Homeland Security shouted angrily at this supposed ‘savior’. “No! How did you get here?”

The four main characters who had been following behind Craig also caught up to the situation here. Cartman pointed at the Head of Homeland Security and said, “Hey! It’s that *sshole who sent us to the jungle with no one to pick us up!”

By then, the other soldiers and government officials heard the commotion and came to check what was going on. “Sir, is everything alright?”

The Head of Homeland Security took several quick steps back and pointed at the five kids and then shouted his order, “Shoot them!”

“Shoot them?” The two soldiers who held the rifles were befuddled. “But why?”

“They are a Peruvian Flute Band that has escaped,” the Head of Homeland Security said. “We must keep them contained!”

Stan raised both of his hands in surrender and quickly said, “No, no, listen to me. The Peruvian Flute Bands were keeping the guinea creatures away. Whatever is happening to the world is happening because you guys got rid of all the flute bands.”

The head of Homeland Security shouted over him. “I said shoot them!”

Kyle also raised his arms to shout, “Go look. It’s all an ancient Incan prophecy.”

At that moment, the bunch of government soldiers and officers from the Department of Homeland Security miraculously used their brains.

One of the officers said, “Maybe we should look at it, sir.”

Another soldier added, “Yes, sir, they are just kids.”

The Head of Homeland Security gritted his teeth as he took two steps forward, gripping his fists in anger.

“Damn you, Craig!” he shouted. “You just don’t ever stop, do you?”

“I didn’t say anything...” Craig replied with a bland expression. He seemed as reluctant to be there as it possibly could.