The Dharma King stumbled out of the supermarket, staggering, its eyes somewhat vacant.
It had killed someone.
It no longer felt hungry. In a daze, the Dharma King returned to where it lived.
The Dharma King lived in a culvert beneath a bridge, cold and damp.
Originally, an empty or abandoned warehouse would have made the best shelter, but its past experiences had left the Dharma King afraid of cramped spaces with no escape route.
The Dharma King lay weakly on the ground, buried its head beneath its paws, and trembled slightly.
This dog killed someone. Why did they have to force me?
This dog could actually use the power of lightning.
Had this dog become a monster?
The Dharma King thought about many things. Its stomach was terribly empty, and it drifted off to sleep in a haze.
At first light, the Dharma King got up and left the culvert to find something to eat.
Overnight, the Dharma King had thought about many things. It concluded that the humans must have attacked because it had entered the supermarket.
Then this dog wouldn't go into supermarkets anymore.
Besides, its survival instincts told the Dharma King that if it didn't want to die, it had to do its best to stay alive.
A soaking-wet black rat scurried along the riverbank. The Dharma King fixed its gaze on it.
If it hadn't been starving, the Dharma King really wouldn't have wanted to go after them.
The rat was rather fast and was about to slip into a hole. With little strength left, the Dharma King instinctively opened its mouth, and a bolt of lightning shot out.
There was an explosive crack. It missed.
To the Dharma King's surprise, the rat turned around furiously and charged at it.
*Even rats were this bold