The thick dark clouds finally opened a crack, and it was dusk, and the sunlight was as colored as blood.

Among the clusters of buildings, Kyungwon stood on the rooftop with open arms and soaked up the sun.

At this time, he was completely different from the past, first of all, the short hair that he often took care of had grown into a messy long broken hair, and he could see that there were large and small, criss-crossing wounds on his body, and through the two deepest wounds under the ribs, he could even see his wriggling internal organs.

It was not a normal person's bright red beating internal organs, but a strange gray death color, and the flesh around the wound showed this color.

He didn't feel the pain of the wound, the flora was wriggling to block the wound, the sun was making him feel comfortable, and the injury was recovering quickly.

How many days have passed like this? He hadn't counted it, but it felt like it had been a long, long time, so long that he had gotten used to it.

He spends every day fighting and dodging, and every day mutants will find him, one or two are not his opponents, but sometimes there are very many of them, he can see the movements of the mutants, and once he sees a large group of mutants approaching, he will quickly dodge.

He can easily dodge the creatures that are following him, and he will look for opportunities to find lone mutants and kill them to devour them to improve his abilities.

Every day is spent like this, in the midst of fighting and evading.

Hardly injured, as the information he had so far hadn't made a mistake, and even now, he could see the mutant's movements.

The previous period was very smooth, he relied on sneak attacks and order capture, and his body strength and the number of bacteria in his body were constantly improving, but from a certain day, these mutants began to act in small teams, no longer giving him a chance to catch orders, and it seemed that they were also learning and improving.

Kyungwon couldn't find a good opportunity to make a move, and forcing it would lead to being besieged, and the wounds on his body were caused by this, while more than ten mutants surrounded him and tried to tear him apart.

He was surrounded in a narrow alley, and the mutants attacked in an orderly manner, almost making him confess there.

Even if his combat effectiveness has increased several times compared to the past, it is difficult to face a large number of enemies at the same time, but there is no way to dodge, it seems that the opponent can see his movement trajectory, but he can't accurately locate it, and the mutant is always hovering near him.

Empty places are more dangerous, and he can only better avoid them by going to high places, to places with many buildings and complex terrain.

At this time, he was in a cluster of buildings near the edge of the city, where there were many seven-story non-elevator apartment buildings, the old and small style of the old town, with mottled walls climbing green creepers, and too dense buildings to make the place outside the upper floors very poorly lit, dark and damp, full of shade and moss.

In addition to the seven-storey apartment buildings, there are higher-rise buildings a little further away, and the old town is just a street away, but it looks like a world of difference.

Kyungwon opened his mind to let his skin get more sunlight, and whenever the sun came out, his injuries could recover faster, and even his physical strength was a little better.

Don't worry about food, there is food everywhere, and he found that in the past, he didn't need to worry about food and water at all.

There may be very little food and water that humans can eat, but there is food and water that monsters can eat, and it is everywhere.

He was basking in the sun, keeping an eye on the mutants, and he couldn't shake them off completely.

As night fell, he lay dormant in the darkness in search of food.

He acted on instinct, almost forgetting how he lived as a human.

He has no purpose, no goal, just follows his instincts, and his mind is chaotic.

He remembers the memories of the past, remembers the details of his work from the croaking to the ground, growing up little by little, going to school, taking the high school entrance examination, taking the college entrance examination and then graduating from work, remembering his hobbies, remembering why he was happy and why he was sad.

But he just remembered, as if something was gradually killing him in the past, and he vaguely felt that something was not right, but even if he knew, he didn't want to change anything, or find a way to go back to the way he was in the past.

Why does he have to live like a human being? Why did he have to wear clean clothes? Why does he still care about what he cared about in the past?

He thinks it's good now, after all, his body structure is no longer the body structure of a human being, even if it is the thinking between human beings, the gap is huge, and in general, men and women are already two creatures with different thinking.

Men's organs and women's organs are very different and, naturally, very different in terms of brain structure and mental composition.

The difference between him and human beings is definitely much greater than the difference between men and women, and it is wrong to force oneself to live in the "right" way, and besides, who can stipulate what is the "right" life?

What suits him is right, the only rule in this world is that the weak eat the strong, and the strong is the truth.

If he is the strongest, then what he says is right.

He will definitely turn all these relentless guys into nutrients for his growth, he will eat them, eat the things that control these guys, and he will make the rules when the time comes.

In the night, he kept shuttling from building to building.

Without a destination, wandering like a ghost in the night, sometimes stopping to eat.

He kept an eye on the mutants at all times, looking for an opportunity to do it.

As the night wore on, he felt tired, and before he knew it, he wandered closer to the city center.

The scenery around here gave him a strange sense of familiarity, and he remembered that he hadn't been around here, was it from this body?

This physical control skill has helped him a lot.

Sometimes he wondered how he managed to master the complexities of skill assembly and maintenance, as well as his precise marksmanship and condition-fired combat skills.

At first, he thought it was muscle memory, but in fact, since the night he devoured the "snake gall", his body structure was no longer the original body structure, just like the transmission of martial arts skills, and he did control these skills.

He stopped to observe the surrounding scenery, it was a very ordinary old and dilapidated community, the cold moonlight shone on the security booth at the entrance of the community, but standing in front of this door, he had the idea of wanting to go in and have a look.

Then go in and see, now he will do whatever he wants.

(End of chapter)