"Ah--!"
The crowd downstairs screamed in fright at the sudden appearance of the piece of meat.
They stared at the chunks of meat, countless eyes filled with confusion.
The chunks of flesh on the ground began to wriggle as if they had come alive.
Soon, one of the largest chunks of flesh sprouted scarlet limbs and a skinless head resembling that of a wolf or tiger.
With a roar, it lunged straight at the nearest passerby.
The passerby didn't even have time to scream before being torn to shreds with a single slap.
Then, the remaining chunks of meat also turned into scarlet monsters, pouncing on the surrounding crowd like long-starved beasts.
People then realized what was happening and screamed as they fled in panic.
But how could these ordinary people possibly outrun these monsters whose average cultivation level reaches at least ' Homicide ' when they've ' City Destruction '?
Dozens of Hela clones began their own unique feast.
Humans are like lambs to the slaughter, easily hunted and preyed upon by them.
When they have consumed enough people and accumulated enough energy, they will spontaneously divide to increase their numbers.
The original few dozen monsters quickly multiplied to over a hundred, then over two hundred...
The once bustling city was now covered in bright red blood and the screams of people.
Hela sat on the edge of the roof, watching everything quietly as if she were watching a play.
On the street.
Aidan, wearing a hat, walked along the road stained with blood.
All around, screams, sounds of fighting, and the grinding of bones and teeth rose and fell.
Along the way, one could occasionally see figures desperately fleeing from monsters.
But Aidan walked on as if nothing had happened, just like before.
When a blood-red monster that was gnawing at him blocked his way, Aidan was not afraid at all; instead, he cautiously reached out and gently touched it twice.
The crimson monster stopped what it was eating and turned to look at Aidan.
Those eyes, both terrifying and clear, seemed to ask, 'What are you doing?'
Aidan immediately withdrew her hand awkwardly, shaking her head repeatedly at it.
"No, it's nothing, boss, please continue."
After saying that, he quickened his pace and hurried back.
'Wow, the boss's consciousness really is shared with the clone, so what about my scarf...?'
He touched the scarf around his neck.
Aidan knew that Hela's clothes were made entirely of her own flesh and blood.
The fact that the scarf around her neck was taken off by Hela and given to her means that the scarf is actually a part of Hela.
The consciousness of the clone and Hela is shared; that is to say, Hela is the clone, and the clone is also Hela.
Does wearing a scarf mean that I'm getting close to Hela...?
'Ah, no, no, what am I thinking, you filthy person!'
It's just a scarf; the boss certainly wouldn't add any special meaning to it for no reason!
Aidan quickly stopped his thoughts and forced himself to calm down, which finally calmed his restless heart.
He walked back to his rented room and frowned slightly as he looked at the blood-stained door.
Insert the key and open the door.
The familiar little house reappeared before my eyes.
As was her habit, Aidan closed and locked the door, turned on the light, but did not draw the curtains.
He sat in the gaming chair for a moment, lost in thought, then got up and lay back down on the bed.
"Forget it, I'm not playing games anymore, I'm exhausted..."
My first real-life kill was exhausting, both physically and mentally.
He quietly took off the scarf and placed it in front of him, muttering to himself.
His throat bobbed slightly, and he couldn't resist bringing it close to his nose and taking a deep sniff.
" Hela smells so good."
This scarf is completely Hela's signature style, I really love it.
He muttered to himself, and Hela's lovely and charming image slowly appeared in his mind.
His body gradually felt hot. He folded the scarf, placed it aside, and turned to look at the toilet paper on the bedside table.
'How about... just one last time?'
He pondered for a moment, then slowly reached for the toilet paper.
But just as he held the toilet paper in his hand, he gritted his teeth and threw it out the window.
"I'm such a pervert! How could I do something like that to the boss!"
His face flushed, and he quickly burrowed into the blankets, covering his head.
Inside the underground shelter in City B.
The surviving men, women, and children of the city all gathered here for refuge.
The huge shelter now seemed somewhat crowded.
The survivors collapsed to the ground, huddled together, sharing the apocalyptic pressure and fear.
"Hold on, hold on, right now!"
A young-looking nurse wearing glasses is treating the wound of a man whose right hand has been severed.
Behind the man were many other injured people, and their injuries were quite serious.
They were either missing limbs or lying on stretchers, being carried by others.
In this already oppressive atmosphere, the mood at the scene became even more somber.
"Sister... will we die?"
The nurse, who had just finished bandaging the wounded soldier, suddenly felt her clothes being tugged.
Turning my head, I saw a little boy, not even ten years old, hugging a teddy bear and looking up at me with teary eyes.
The teddy bear was mostly stained red with blood, but the little boy still wouldn't let go, as if he were clinging to his only pillar of support.
The nurse stopped what she was doing, pondered for a moment, then smiled and nodded to the little boy.
"Don't worry, baby, we'll be saved! Someone will come to rescue us!"
The nurse gently patted the little boy's head.
But the little boy wasn't happy to hear her words; instead, he sadly lowered his head.
"Mom and Dad have already gone to heaven, will someone really come to save us...?"
Upon hearing this, everyone around silently lowered their heads.
Yes, if someone really is going to come and save them, why haven't they come yet?
The nurse silently watched the little boy, then quietly knelt down and hugged him in her arms.
She gently patted the little boy's back, but couldn't help but shed tears herself.
Boom--!
At that moment, the steel gate of the shelter was smashed open by a powerful force and flew out, raising plumes of thick smoke.
From the smoke and dust, a gigantic monster that looked like both a lizard and a crocodile slowly emerged.
With each step, the sharp claws left several horrifying scratches on the cement.
The monster was blood red all over, as if it had no skin, and four long, sharp-toothed tentacles on its back swung back and forth like scythes to take lives.
"Ah--!"
Upon seeing the monster, the people in the shelter scrambled to their feet in panic and scattered in all directions.
But where else can they escape to?
"Roar--!"
The monster roared and, with a body over five meters long, rushed towards the crowd at high speed.
The nurse grabbed the little boy's hand and quickly ran in the opposite direction from the monster.
But the little boy, whether out of fear or because he was running too fast, tripped and fell.
The nurse stopped and quickly helped the little boy up.
In just a short while, the terrifying monster suddenly appeared behind them.
The little boy looked up at the monster that had taken his parents' lives, his body trembling uncontrollably.