Survival of the fittest, natural selection, this is the law of nature.

The competition between living beings is extremely cruel, always accompanied by fighting and danger.

Throughout the history of mankind, human society has also followed this natural law, but Kyungwon is a man born in a modern society, he was born in a rare peaceful country, and grew up in an era when there were plenty of living materials.

Although it is not up to the level of glory and wealth, at least it does not worry about eating and drinking.

He didn't have to fight for food, and in his past life, he had only a handful of fights, probably to the extent that he would grab candy with his classmates in kindergarten.

He has almost no conflicts with other people, in school, his social circle is small, he only plays with a fixed few friends, during the holidays, he rarely goes out, almost the whole person is immersed in the world of anime and games, even if he plays games, he will not quarrel with his teammates.

Even when he went out, he was never so unlucky as to be blocked in the streets, he never encountered a robber, a thief, or an old man who fell, and never experienced anything special.

If he sees someone on the street who seems to be a mixed society, he will always stay away, and those who walk the dog, if they walk a large dog, he will stay away.

His life is so plain, he likes this kind of dull life, and he doesn't think there's anything bad about it.

He thought it was strange because he wasn't a person who liked to fight, and according to his personality, he would feel nervous, scared, flustered, and anxious if he were to fight a group of dangerous mutant moles.

Negative emotions such as these should have sprung up in his heart, but no, he was very excited, and even some. Can't wait

He pinched the jar of blood in his clothes bag, it was Tang Xue's blood, the fresh smell of blood stimulated his senses and awakened the beastly nature in his body.

I want to bite something with my teeth, tear something apart with my hands, want to bathe in blood, want to put raw meat and bones in my mouth and chew it.

He looked at his pale skin, the veins were jet black, and the dark flora was oozing from his body.

He took the jar of blood out of his bag and crushed it.

Blood trickled down the shards of glass onto his skin, and he smeared it on his arm, the sweet smell rushing into the tip of his nose, and he couldn't hold it back, and jumped to his feet, over the wall, into the outside world.

Outside the walls was desolate, with the smell of decay everywhere, and scattered zombies stood on the roadside and in the wilderness.

There were no clean tiles, the untended fields were overgrown with weed, and the walls were littered with charred corpses that he had burned with Molotov cocktails, the flames of Molotov cocktails did not burn them to ashes, the skin of the corpses was cracked, charred black, the flesh was joined together with the charred clothes, and the bones that had been exposed when they rotted were burned, and the marrow was dark black.

The air smelled of the end of the world, another world he couldn't feel when he was hiding within the walls.

He felt that he should have preferred the world inside the walls, the clean and tidy tiles, and the smell of charcoal from the fire.

But it seems. Not really.

He looked at the zombies who were attracted by the smell of blood, pulled out his eggplant knife, and slashed off the zombies' heads.

The head flew high and rolled to the ground, but Mori Bai's eyes were still open, as if he was dead.

He removed the Molotov cocktail from his waist, lit the gauze on the mouth of the bottle, and threw it vigorously towards the bulging mounds.

With a crisp clattering sound of glass, the beer bottle filled with gasoline cracked, and with a bang, a cyan wave of fire rose, igniting the weeds in the wilderness, and billowing black smoke drifted into the sky.

The mutant moles emerged from the dirt, twelve in number, with the smaller mole surrounding the largest one in the middle.

Their eyes are vestigial, they can't see the eyeballs, their gray fur is shiny, and most notably their forelimbs, where the nails grow are blue-black, sharp and slender, even if the nails are covered with dirt, they can still have a sharp and sharp feeling.

They sniffed, then bypassed the flames and hurried towards Kyungwon.

It was the blood that attracted them, and they smelled the blood on Kyungwon's body, and they had already made Kyungwon an attacker.

The twelve moles were of various sizes, but the smallest was the size of a cat, and the largest, almost half a meter tall, was very fat.

Eleven little moles attacked Kyung Yuan, and the big mole didn't seem to be as agile as the little mole, but it was a beat slower.

A second Molotov cocktail was thrown and smashed into a mole's head, and the tongues of fire instantly eroded its entire body, igniting its fur.

But it scraped the dirt with its claws and quickly burrowed into the ground.

In the blink of an eye, three moles had already pounced in front of Kyungwon, and one of them had circled behind Kyungwon.

Three moles attacked him from different directions, the left and right knee, and one jumped up and stabbed him in the abdomen with sharp claws.

He held the knife in his right hand, and slashed downward, the blade of the eggplant knife flowed with bacteria, and at the same time collided with the mole's nails, like a splash of water, it turned into several sharp needles that lengthened and shot out and hardened, like a hidden weapon, piercing the mole's brain marrow.

At the same time, he clenched his left hand into a fist, and the knotted muscles contracted, and the bacteria covered the gaps between his fingers, turning into a black fingered tiger, and smashed the mole in the head, smashing the creature out like a sandbag.

The difference in strength between the two sides is too great, whether it is size or strength, Kyungwon is far superior to these moles.

A parasite of mold, in terms of individual combat effectiveness alone, Kyungwon is stronger than any of the mole swarms, and even the leader of the moles is unlikely to compete with him head-on.

His body is no longer a human body.

He retrieved the colony from the eggplant knife, and the mole that had been impaled through the brain fell down, and he grabbed it by the neck with his hand before it fell to the ground.

The mole behind him was about to grab him on the back, so he turned sharply, used the mole as a meat shield, blocked the sharp claws, and stepped on it with one last kick, crushing the mole's skull and brain marrow, and stomping into the concrete.

In the face of the siege of the three moles, he was at ease.

He has experienced very little hand-to-hand combat, but his movements are not strange at all, and his fighting instincts and fighting instincts can allow him to find the most suitable way to make moves at the first time.

On the other one, he felt the vibration coming from the soles of his feet, took a slight step, removed the double-barreled shotgun, and disemboweled it, all in one go.

Bang! At the same time as the concrete floor is dug up, bullets are fired! Blow the mole that wants to sneak up on you.

There were two shotguns in the double-barreled shotgun, and he didn't want to waste them, so he took one out.

Everything happened between the lightning and flint, and he looked at the burning flames around him, as well as the four corpses under his feet, and suddenly felt that he seemed to be a little unaware of himself.

(End of chapter)