The Only One Who Survived!

The centipede burrowed into the Pill Furnace and landed in the Underworld. A sharp pain suddenly stabbed through its belly.

"Who's there?"

It shot away like lightning, reared its several-meter-long body upright, and scanned its surroundings, ready to unleash a fatal strike at any moment.

But—

The vast desert was empty.

Only a bloody gash had appeared on its abdomen, steadily spilling blood.

"Come out!"

Its furious roar shook the surroundings. Even the sand and gravel underfoot trembled.

No answer.

Silence.

Silence.

Not a sound.

The centipede looked east and west but saw no sign of Creation.

Only a cloud of cold mist hung in the nearby Emptiness, refusing to disperse.

That was the passage to the Mortal Realm.

Had that human fled into the Mortal Realm?

I see!

In that instant...

He slipped from this world into the other one.

At the moment the two worlds changed places—

He struck and wounded me.

Impressive.

For a human to possess hunting skills like that...

Now that's prime prey!

The centipede shook its body rapidly, drawing in every long spine along its shell, then charged into the cold mist with all its strength—

"Screech!"

It gave a strange cry. The instant it emerged from the mist, every spine on its body thrust outward!

That was not enough. Its body spun through Emptiness, slicing everything around it in an instant.

Even the mouth of the Pill Furnace rang with a series of metallic clangs.

The centipede flew out, clung to the wall, and looked back.

The clash, slaughter, and feast it had expected never happened.

There was nothing.

No enemy.

No fight.

No blood, death, or soul.

The equipment storage room was as still as ever.

That human still had not appeared.

What's going on?

Baffled, the centipede suddenly realized something and