First came the smell of Spicy Hot Pot, followed by a faint fragrance.
It smelled like some kind of fruit, but not any that Liu Zheng recognized.
He let out a long breath, then took a light sniff.
That mingled scent of freshness and decay made his scalp tighten again, and then his body erupted into chaos once more.
Every cell in Liu Zheng's body formed its own army and launched a war for survival against the surrounding cells.
Cells were slaughtered one after another, then turned into nutrients and absorbed by the cells that had killed them.
Because the battle was so intense and the nutrients within him were so abundant, depressions and bulges appeared all over his body's surface.
Under some unknown force, the bulging flesh even gathered on its own and grew into bizarre shapes—animals, plants, humanoid forms, and inhuman ones.
And this change did not only occur on the surface of his body. It was happening inside him as well.
Liu Zheng seemed to have become a humanoid ecosystem, or perhaps a miniature wonder created by some creator.
Physical mutation alone would have been one thing, but soon, even his consciousness began to mutate.
He seemed to become all kinds of creatures, experiencing their birth, growth, maturity, then being slaughtered, bled, carved up, pickled, cooked, and finally dropped into a gaping bloody mouth.
Then he would immediately become the owner of that bloody mouth and begin the next cycle.
There was great terror between life and death, yet Liu Zheng no longer even knew whether he was alive or dead. This complete Runaway of body and soul was an even greater terror.
But soon, he could no longer feel even that terror.
The endless cycle of eating and being eaten chewed everything he was into sticky