The New Mutated Creature

Almost in the blink of an eye, Wu Xuan took aim, locked onto the target, and pulled the trigger.

A bullet shot from Wu Xuan's sniper rifle in an instant, streaking toward the bombs Tong Le and Yang Feng had set up. With Wu Xuan's incredible accuracy, the shot flew true and hit the target dead-on.

As explosions rang out, the previously quiet base was set ablaze. The survivors hiding in the shadows and waiting for rescue were especially tense and excited when they heard the noise.

They were excited because, when the base had nearly fallen, everyone had hidden in the darkness, barely clinging to life while hoping for rescue. Yet after waiting so long, they still had not seen the slightest sign of movement. Many survivors could no longer endure the terror and loneliness. Above all, the hunger was unbearable—once it crossed a certain threshold, it was almost more frightening than the terror itself.

Some people could not take it anymore and chose to end their own lives. Once that breach opened, it easily spread through the survivors. The most tragic case was a family of three. Their once-happy home had been forced into a horrifying existence by the apocalypse.

As the head of the family, the man was overcome by despair and pain at his own powerlessness. To keep his wife and child from suffering under the terror and hunger, he cruelly chose to end the family's pain. At least on the road to the underworld, they could remain together. Perhaps, if they were reincarnated in their next lives, they could still stay together—only hoping never to return to this apocalyptic world.

All the survivors had gradually lost their faith and hope of survival in the loneliness. But the sudden explosions once again awakened hope in everyone.