At that moment, Kevin ignored the violent tremors and deafening roars inside. His left hand gripped a protrusion of flesh to hold himself in place, while his right clenched the baseball bat and swung it again and again at the smashed muscle mass behind him.
It was a pale bone plate. Cracks had already appeared beneath Kevin's desperate bat strikes, and purplish-red fluid continuously dripped from the fissures.
Kevin kept his eyes shut, not daring to let them come into contact with the liquid. He worried that the prickling, numbing fluid might damage his eyes.
With his head lowered and eyes tightly closed, he smashed at the bone plate with increasingly powerful strikes until, at last, there was a crack.
He smashed through the bone plate—the scapula—and quickly tightened his grip on the protrusion to secure himself. Sure enough, before long, a deafening roar erupted from below as liquid above poured down in an unending torrent.
Kevin endured the intense ringing and pain in his ears, keeping his eyes closed as he felt the tremendous vibrations. Only after quite some time did the violent shaking gradually subside.
When Kevin sensed that the liquid pouring over him had finally stopped, he hurriedly wiped his face clean. By the faint white glow from the pocket on his chest, he saw the writhing brain tissue above him.
"Uh, I really don't want to do this, but for my own safety, please die!"
Suppressing the overwhelming revulsion and nausea, Kevin's right arm muscles bulged. He gripped the baseball bat and swung it with all his strength at the brain tissue inside the shattered bone plate.
Splat—!
A sickening sound, like crushed tofu pudding, rang out. An even more violent torrent of liquid sprayed down, and Kevin once again lowered his head and shut his