"ROAR!!!"
The roaring grew weaker and weaker, replaced by an increasingly powerful heartbeat.
"Thump-thump! Thump! Thump!"
It sounded like booming war drums, like the only sound in the darkness.
Inside Ye Lin, his newly grown heart rapidly converted the energy he had devoured into vitality, sending it flowing into every corner of his body.
Genes repaired, flesh restructured, cells regenerated.
Almost every second, the new cells produced by his metabolism divided at an explosive rate, building a stronger physique.
Countless memory fragments-or rather, cellular memories at the most fundamental level-kept pouring in. Amid the rapidly flashing fragments, Ye Lin felt as though he became a primordial single-celled organism one moment and an ancient ocean leviathan the next.
Frank's, Roger's, the zombies', and even those of the first Suit Mutant he had absorbed.
Countless memories of rage, sorrow, and grief seemed to intertwine, forming chaotic fragments deep within his consciousness.
Perhaps a second passed. Perhaps a minute.
Amid those countless fragments, he seemed to see every scene from his past, until finally, the image settled on him lying on an operating table.
That had been the surgery before he entered the Death Exam, before he entered that tomb.
"Ye Lin!!?"
"Ye Lin!?!!"
Gunfire erupted. Down in the crater, He Zheng rushed over and anxiously helped him up, while the others quickly opened fire to clear out the remaining zombies.
The Fusion Entity was dead. No, it would be more accurate to say it had vanished completely.
If not for the bloodstains left in the crater and their own injuries proving its existence, they would have felt as though it had all been a nightmare, as though none of it had ever happened.
Huang Liang had broken an arm and three ribs. Half his face had been scraped so badly as he