Madness

"Boom!"

A crimson fireball shot out and entered the mutated rat's wide-open mouth.

"Squeak squeak"

The giant rat immediately let out a mournful cry, rolled and struggled on the ground until its belly burst open, and its cooked internal organs flew out along with rising white steam.

Before the other rats could feel fear and retreat, several condensed fireballs caught up with them one after another, igniting them into flickering torches. They screamed miserably, rolling on the damp, muddy ground, but the flames were hard to extinguish, burning relentlessly until they were charred corpses, no longer struggling.

The air was probably filled with the smell of burnt meat, but both of them had their senses blocked and couldn't smell anything.

"Alright, go collect your herbs."

Luther turned around and said to Darkwill.

"Okay, okay..."

Darkwill nodded immediately and hurried to his wooden shelf to harvest the herbs that hadn't yet been ruined.

As he gathered the herbs, he recalled the battle he had just fought.

What amazing Fire Control!

Darkwill remarked with emotion.

He happened to know that one of the Beyonders in Sequence Hunter Pathway possessed this ability: the Sequence 7 "Pyromaniac".

I never expected that I would actually hire a Mid-Sequence expert!

The thought that his reward was only a few potions and a mere 10 pounds made Darkwill feel guilty, and Harvest herbs much faster. If he knew that Luther wasn't actually Sequence 7, but Sequence 5, I wonder what he would think.

Luther didn't think that much about it, because his main goal wasn't to make money, but to find a way to get in touch with the local circle of extraordinary people.

He bent down to examine the charred remains of the giant rats.

He had eliminated them too quickly and hadn't observed them carefully. Now, upon closer inspection, he immediately sensed a familiar aura emanating from their bodies.

Subtle, Degeneration, the evil of the True Creator.

He frowned slightly.

Besides the aura of True Creator, the giant rat's Flesh contained an even stronger aura. That aura was exactly the same as the one he had encountered when he was insane and working as a prostitute in the mental hospital.

Did Lanevus get these rats?

Luther thought to himself, then looked up at Darkwill, wanting to ask him where the nearby sewers were located.

He had just looked up when his previously congested nose suddenly caught a warm, sweet scent. Ms. M was standing next to the wooden shelf.

She smiled at him. Busy Darkwill was completely unaware that there was someone else beside him, and was diligently tidying up the herbs.

Whispers slowly rose in his ears, flooding his mind layer upon layer. In the darkness in the distance, it seemed as if countless hostile eyes were watching, ready to pounce and ambush him at any moment.

What are you doing out here?

Luther said coldly.

He felt his mood rapidly deteriorating, and the frantic words gradually grew louder, filling his ears.

He seemed to have overestimated himself; madness caught up with him sooner than he had anticipated.

"Ah?"

Darkwill turned around in confusion and found Luther staring at the empty void with a ferocious expression.

Ms. M did not speak, but simply smiled.

Luther sneered, pried a clump of Flesh from the rat's body on the ground, and threw it towards Ms. M.

"One"

Flesh instantly disintegrated, turning into a large cloud of Blood Fog that enveloped the area where Ms. M was. The bricks and stones were then Corrosion and dissolved, and Ms. M herself was not spared. Her Flesh rapidly rotted away, and her body burned through, exposing her skeleton. Unable to support herself, she collapsed, still raising her right hand, adorned with a red ring, pointing behind him.

She seemed to be warning Luther about something.

"Splash-"

As if to confirm her actions, a violent splashing sound immediately rose from the underground river behind Luther.

"Ah!"

Darkwill, who was already startled by Luther's sudden outburst, suddenly screamed because something was climbing up the river!

Their bodies were wet, and in the firelight, they appeared an unusual pinkish-white—the color of Flesh that had been soaked in water for too long after being skinned. Faint traces of clothing remained on their bodies, but their appearance had become far removed from the concept of humanity.

It's them!

Darkwill stumbled backward in terror, until he crashed into the wooden frame and fell. He recognized these men; they were Hoorn's henchmen.

Those guys who went into the sewers before them!

How did they become like this?

Are they here to take my life?!

Darkwill was so frightened that he kicked his legs wildly until the muddy water soaked his clothes and a chill brought him back to his senses.

"Hey! Anderson, hurry up and take them down!"

He shouted at the standing "Pyromaniac".

Then, Darkwill watched in despair as the Mid-Sequence powerhouse stood frozen in place, seemingly trapped in a strange Nightmare, his eyes glazed over, muttering something like, "What are you looking at?"

"Anderson! Anderson!"

No matter how much he shouted, the other person didn't respond.

The Distortion, blood-soaked figures had already climbed up, and in the light of the burning fire, their bloodshot, superfluous eyes gleamed with a greedy thirst for fresh Flesh.

Why did he have to go crazy at this time of all!

Darkwill cursed and pulled a Revolver from his pocket.

"Bang!"

The bullet struck the Monster, the gunshot echoing violently through the sewers, but the Monster only swayed slightly, leaving a bloody hole in its body.

"Hateful!"

After discovering that the Revolver was clearly ineffective, Darkwill took out a small, dark green bottle. He looked at it with pity, held it in his hand, and tossed it towards the Monster.

"Pop!"

The bottle shattered upon hitting the blood-covered figures, and the liquid inside released a cloud of poisonous gas. A bluish-black tinge quickly spread across the nearby figures, and the one most affected by the toxic mist took a few more steps before collapsing, its entire body turning bluish-black.

However, the other Monster were only partially affected. Darkwill's actions angered them, causing them to speed up their movements and crawl rapidly towards the living people.

How could that be? That whole bottle contains enough poison to kill ten elephants!

Darkwill was horrified.

"Anderson! Wake up!"

Darkwill was terrified as he watched Luther be surrounded by Monster. Once Luze was eaten, he would be next. Then he saw the Monster suddenly show expressions of terror, their bodies cracking open. Anderson, who was immersed in madness, was suddenly brought back to his senses by being touched by the Monster.

"Ah?"

He looked at the Distortion human figures surrounding him, his face showing annoyance.

"Puff!"

It was as if a rain of blood was falling from the low sky. He grabbed the Monster one by one and tossed them upwards. Then those ferocious and terrifying limbs, strong enough to withstand bullets and poison, crashed into the dome, exploded, and turned into puffs of dirty fireworks.

Darkwill stared wide-eyed as the "Sequence 7" powerhouse was bathed in this rain of blood, occasionally uttering Distortion and blasphemous words. "Offering a sacrifice of Flesh and blood for the Lord of shit..."

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He looked deranged and terrifying.