The Evil of Human Nature

Lu Yuanming followed behind the White Police Officer and the Black Homeless Man, running down the building.

The Man-faced Dogs, monsters three to four meters long, were climbing up the exterior wall of the building. These monsters were not something that humans could fight, at least not unarmed humans, so the three of them ran into the building without a second thought.

Although the White Police Officer had a handgun, it was just a handgun. Setting aside the limited number of bullets, the power might not even be enough to kill these monsters.

A body length of three to four meters was already comparable to large animals like tigers and lions. Moreover, these were monsters, and this was the afterlife. It was entirely possible they were impervious to bullets. No one would think a handgun could kill such monsters, let alone over ten of them!

The three could only run for their lives, entering the building from the rooftop.

This building was like a ruined wreck. After running down from the rooftop, the interior of the building presented to the three was full of broken walls and debris. There were many holes in the ground, and the steel bars in many load-bearing walls were exposed. The rooms in the building were a mess, with scattered torn paper, broken furniture, gaping doorways, and exposed steel bars everywhere. The three had to slow down, or they might accidentally fall through a floor or be impaled on a steel bar. The debris on the ground also prevented them from moving quickly.

The Black Homeless Man kept muttering something as he ran, while the White Police Officer was in slightly better condition. Although his expression was panicked, his spirit had not completely collapsed. He kept taking out his handgun to check the bullets as he ran.

Lu Yuanming was not in much better shape. He was running behind the two, his mind blank, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

After becoming a vegetative state, he suddenly soul-traveled to five years later in New York, becoming a drug addict in the New York slums, then encountered incomprehensible curses or ghosts and died tragically. After death, he arrived in the afterlife, then witnessed the same dead people jumping off buildings, monsters appearing, and being chased by monsters...

This series of events flooded his mind, and he didn't even have time to ponder the incredulity of it all.

At this moment, while struggling for survival, Lu Yuanming's mind was naturally blank. But as he ran, he gradually began to have some thoughts.

Can I travel back?

This was Lu Yuanming's first thought after regaining his senses.

He was not some unknown drug addict in America. He was a twenty-three-year-old youth from Chongqing, Z Country!

Because he became a vegetative state, he unexpectedly soul-traveled into the body of an American drug addict five years later.

So, the biggest question now was, could he still travel back every seventy-two hours as he had tried before? Back to the body of that vegetative state?

Even if his original body was in a vegetative state, it was better than being torn to shreds and devoured by monsters in this death world!

(A total of five days have passed since I traveled. The first time it was seventy-two hours, I immediately sensed I could travel back. Then I tried it. After traveling back to my original body, I didn't have to wait seventy-two hours and could travel back at any time. But after traveling to this world five years later, I had to wait another seventy-two hours to travel back. The first seventy-two hours was three days, and because I was afraid of the situation outside, I stayed in the room for more than two days... What time is it now!?)

Lu Yuanming desperately tried to recall.

He had obsessive-compulsive disorder, a trait that manifested at a very young age. As he grew older, his OCD became more severe. However, Lu Yuanming had also seen a psychologist and undergone treatment and guidance, so his OCD was confined to some minor details, such as drinking water and eating.

When there was no significant exertion or excessive sweating, Lu Yuanming would drink water every eight hours. This habit had continued for more than ten years, reaching a level close to his biological clock.

In Lu Yuanming's memory, after he soul-traveled into the drug addict's body for the second time, he had drunk water eight more times, which was sixty-four hours. He was only eight hours away from being able to travel back. During these last eight hours, he had hesitated, then tried to comfort and hypnotize himself, then thought about many things he might encounter, and only after summoning his courage three times did he push open the door and leave the room. After that came death, the fall, arriving in the afterlife, then being discovered by the group of monsters, and starting to flee for his life... This series of actions took at least five to six hours.

(...At the most conservative estimate, I still need more than three hours to travel back, if I still can.)

Lu Yuanming himself couldn't be sure if he could still travel back to his original body, because he had already died. He had died after soul-traveling into the drug addict's body, so he really didn't know if he could still travel back to his original body.

But this was at least a glimmer of hope, wasn't it?

After Lu Yuanming understood this, he began to look around, trying to find a place to hide. As long as he could survive for at most three hours, he could try to see if he could travel back to his original body.

As Lu Yuanming ran and thought, suddenly the Black Homeless Man in front of him bent down at a doorway. This made him stop. The White Police Officer ran past him. Just as Lu Yuanming was about to run past him, the Black Homeless Man suddenly swung a metal rod and struck Lu Yuanming's left leg joint. With a crisp crack, Lu Yuanming's left leg bent backward, and he tumbled to the ground.

The Black Homeless Man's eyes were fierce. Holding the metal rod, he wanted to strike Lu Yuanming again. The White Police Officer in front immediately shouted, "Drop your weapon, put your hands up, or I'll shoot!!"

The Black man spat at Lu Yuanming, who was groaning on the ground clutching his leg, but he still obediently threw down the metal rod. He raised his hands to the White Police Officer and said, "Hey, man, relax. I'm saving both of us. Those monsters are coming. We might not be able to outrun the monsters, but we can outrun..."

The White Police Officer's expression was uncertain, but he slowly lowered his handgun. However, he still stared intently at the Black Homeless Man and said, "Get in front of me. Keep your hands where I can see them, or I don't mind making you unable to run either."

The Black Homeless Man shrugged his shoulders and quickly ran in front of the White Police Officer. As he passed Lu Yuanming, he kicked Lu Yuanming in the stomach again, making Lu Yuanming gag and curl up in a corner, clutching his stomach.

"Damn yellow-skinned pig. If it weren't for you guys stealing jobs and dollars, how could I have become a homeless man..."

As he spoke, the Black Homeless Man and the White Police Officer had already run far away, continuing down the building's stairwell.

At least ten seconds later, Lu Yuanming barely managed to suppress the intense pain in his stomach. He looked incredulously at the direction where the Black Homeless Man and the White Police Officer had gone, and for a long time, he couldn't recover from what had happened.

He was abandoned!?

No, it wasn't just abandonment!

This was a backstab!

"Damn it! No wonder many people say Black people don't reject racial discrimination; they only reject discrimination against Black people!!"

Lu Yuanming cursed a few times, then stopped himself and forced himself to calm down.

He tried to move his bent left leg. Just a slight lift caused him to cry out in pain. This kind of pain was something Lu Yuanming had never experienced since childhood. He held his broken leg and roared for a few seconds, then gritted his teeth and endured the agony.

Those monsters were coming. If he wasted time howling here, his fate would be to be torn apart and devoured by the monsters!

He had to find a way to survive, at least until he could travel back again!

Lu Yuanming, enduring the intense pain, kept looking around, carefully observing everything.

He had figured it out now. Why should he follow those two idiots, the Black and White ones... no, the Black and White men?

What he needed to do was find a narrow and hidden space to hide and survive the last few hours needed for the transmigration.

Although the junkie he possessed was dead and his soul had fallen into the world of death, whether he could travel back to his original body was still uncertain. However, gambling on the possibility of returning was far greater than the chance of surviving by running away from more than ten pursuing monsters.

Of course, it would be even better if he could find a hiding spot while running. But now that his leg was broken, he could no longer leave this top floor. Finding a hiding spot nearby was a desperate decision.

Soon, Lu Yuanming found several hiding spots, but most of them were garbage piles or corners of broken walls. Such hiding spots were entirely dependent on luck for survival. If the monsters didn't find him, it would be fine. But if they did, the monsters could easily kill him.

Lu Yuanming had no choice but to drag his broken leg and crawl on the ground. Even crawling, any slight movement caused intense pain. At this point, he couldn't care anymore. He let out a pained cry from time to time as he dragged his broken leg forward, trying to find a barely passable hiding spot.

Just then, Lu Yuanming heard rustling sounds from the broken walls above him, and something seemed to be moving overhead. This made his hair stand on end. Without a doubt, those monsters had climbed from the ground to the rooftop and were now rapidly pursuing him.

"Faster, faster..."

Lu Yuanming hissed lowly, crawling hard on the ground. His fingernails were ripped back from the exertion. Just then, his eyes lit up, and he immediately crawled towards a nearby room.

Inside the room, there were also broken walls and exposed rebar everywhere. In a corner of one wall, several broken sections had formed a small, dog-door-like recess. It was small, the entrance narrow, and there were some upright rebar pieces, but by visual estimation, it was just large enough for Lu Yuanming to squeeze through. The sound of monsters running was already behind him. Lu Yuanming couldn't care about anything else and plunged into the recess.

Lu Yuanming's upper body entered, and the rebar and broken wall edges scratched his upper body and arms in many places. He ignored it and kept crawling in. The recess was shallow, just enough to fit his upper and lower body. If he curled his legs, his legs would be about eighty to ninety centimeters from the opening.

But Lu Yuanming's left leg was broken. He tried to curl it inward, but the slightest movement sent waves of pain through him. Even if he endured the pain, he couldn't curl it. The Black Homeless Man's club had bent his joint backward.

In other words...

His left leg was sticking directly out of the recess opening!!