Diary of a Madman

This situation was like a noob logging into an account that ran automatically on a data model built from veteran players' operational experience!

So, naturally, it became a literal case of "the more he did, the more mistakes he made"!

Warm liquid trickled down his face like little snakes. The chubby boy knew it was a sign that he was losing blood. Tears, snot, and dust smeared across his face, making him look especially miserable!

He had to admit that the two transformed combatants showed no mercy whatsoever. That punch alone had nearly destroyed most of his ability to resist!

Rather, if this body hadn't bristled all over in that instant, instinctively ducking its head and hunching its back while already leaning away to evade, preventing the full force of that punch from landing—he had no doubt that one punch alone would have put him flat on a slab!

These two things truly had a chance of killing him!

But at this moment, even though his combat-modified body rapidly suppressed the intense pain with certain unusual, analgesic-like physiological effects, the signs of a concussion were not so easily dealt with!

Honestly, although the chubby boy could still barely prop himself against the wall and remain standing, the world was already spinning in his perception, and his thoughts were nearly slipping free of his mush-like brain!

Clearly noticing that his condition was rapidly worsening—or perhaps knowing very well what such a heavy blow could cause—the two Shocker combatants blocked off his retreat from either side, yet did not rush to continue their attack!

That cat-and-mouse composure only made the situation feel even more hopeless.

During the brief "stalemate," after only a few dozen breaths, the black-clad, overweight figure could no longer stay on his feet and began swaying more and more