"Crunch, crunch, ptoo!"
Koichi Shidou chewed twice, then spat out the mangled head. Gray brain matter mixed with red blood.
There were even bone fragments polished shiny by saliva mixed in, giving it the look of a cup of creamy coffee.
He curled his lips in disgust. The taste was like sewer sludge, something even the filthiest rats would not enjoy.
He raised his head and looked around, hoping to find some fresh, delicious flesh. Unfortunately, all he saw was a devastated ruin, along with plenty of mindless Dead Bodies wandering around.
Seeing this scene, Koichi Shidou could not help thinking of his battle with that lunatic yesterday. Oh, no, that was called a fight.
What a complete bastard! Could anyone imagine the pain of a steel pipe with a five-centimeter radius being shoved up their ass?
Still shaken by the memory, he touched his buttocks, which were covered in pustules. A cold wind blew past, and there was nothing hanging between his legs, leaving him on the verge of tears.
After swallowing a dead body, he regained a little strength. He kept twisting off Dead Bodies' heads and tossing them aside, stuffing the rest into his mouth.
This body's stomach was practically bottomless! Not until there was only one dead body left in the ruins of the entire estate did he stop.
Shidou could clearly feel that the weakness in his body had vanished. He slapped himself hard.
With a crack like a drumbeat, his entire head twisted one hundred and eighty degrees, an utterly horrifying sight!
He calmly twisted his head back, bones cracking one after another. Shidou had already confirmed it... he could not feel pain. Got it—this had to be that lab-coated bastard's doing. Go settle the score with him... forget it. Since he could not