Kyungwon understood the cause and effect of all of this, and the logic behind all the anomalies that had occurred so far from the time he opened his eyes and saw the world for the first time.

His body is the weakest one, and it is a sweet tooth for the other two, so the "Fungus Master" has been chasing him, searching for his whereabouts, in a vain attempt to kill him.

He was indeed dying, and while his mind was speeding up sixty times, his physical strength was also rapidly depleting.

The operation of the mind also consumes energy, and in the Go competition, which relies heavily on computing power and brain power, even players who have fought for a long time are physically exhausted and have to take oxygen.

He had supplied all the nutrients to his brain, and the area below his neck was almost paralyzed, and the mold that invaded his veins and nerves was not friendly, these molds were the tentacles of the strain, and even the strain wanted to kill him as a defective product, and wanted to suck him dry.

He was still searching for the only life, processing the information while also connecting with the turquoise streams of light.

There was no need to speed up his mind, he was out of this biocomputer-like state, his consciousness was out of that space, he was still connected to those blank sheets of consciousness, and the control was in his hands.

The throbbing heartbeat is so close that it seems to be close to your ears!

Time returned to its normal flow in his perception, and he called out to those consciousnesses.

And so, the great earthquake trembled, and the thunder thundered!

When the earthquake happened, the roots of the fungus trees rooted under the ground responded to his call to pull roots, and this is his authority!

Only by killing him will this permission disappear, and there is no other means to take it away!

All along, he has such power.

He called out to his guards, calling them to awaken from their slumber.

He saw the huge soldiers, connected to the roots of the fungus tree, the embodiment of the tree, whose roots broke through the steel and concrete floors, dancing wildly in the pouring rain!

They were as tall as a mountain, and they flattened the ground, but they only woke up and collapsed the tall building.

They had been asleep for many years, and this was the first time they had woken up in a summoning and released the energy they had stored, which exploded in an instant, as if the whole world could hear it.

Only half a minute had passed since Kyungwon was exposed to the "Fungus Master's" vision, and this half minute was equivalent to half an hour for him, and with the time he had been unconscious, he had been struggling with death for several hours.

The zombies that climbed up from the river scattered throughout the city, looking for his tracks.

Eventually, they spotted Kyungwon in the sewers, squeezed towards the manhole covers of the sewers, and hooked the metal manhole covers with their claws, trying to pry them open, burrow into them, and tear the dying prey apart.

But they didn't know that the prey with weak breath grabbed the grass rope that was about to break in the dark well with their only remaining hand, grabbed it firmly, stepped on the slippery moss, and dragged itself out of the well alive!

The thick roots pierced the ground near the manhole cover, binding the zombies like tentacles, and the zombies were as fragile as a piece of paper in front of these monsters that had absorbed the blood of tens of thousands of people and the corpses that had been born.

The roots crush their backbones and break them like breaking a branch.

The massive monsters crushed the zombies like ants, the sound of their steps overlapping with the rumble of an earthquake, like thousands of elephants running, even the sound of rain was covered, and only the deafening, apocalyptic roar could be heard.

A river of blood, surging in the sewer pipes, its viscous bodily fluids clogging the pipes, and its size was large enough to block the mouth of the pipes in the Jingyuan circle.

The zombies that had already pried open the manhole cover and drilled into the sewers were intercepted by it, and the zombies drowned in the river of blood fell asleep, becoming its nourishment and hotbed, serving it.

In the consciousness that Kyungwon is connected to it, he can feel the faint joy of its eating.

The silent rainy night became extremely noisy and noisy, and the city seemed to be transformed into a stage, and Kyungwon stood at the front of this stage, waving his baton!

This is the only one of the 10,000 possibilities that can survive, this possibility happens, it is not luck, it is by no means a coincidence, this is the inevitable result, because the person who makes the choice is him, and he will never admit defeat!

At least in this battle, he did it, he kept himself, he kept his humanity, he defeated the monsters who tried to kill him in vain, and he was not assimilated by the monsters!

He is still who he is, even if his body is broken, even if the future is uncertain, he still survives as a person!

He is still alive, still thinking, still loving what he likes, still moved by what he finds moving, he is not defeated by this cruel world!

He saw those who were crushed, and he saw those zombies drowned in the river of blood, and this one was his victory! Rely only on his own victory!

Lying quietly in the mold package, his heart was extremely quiet, counting the sheep in the darkness.

One pleasant goat, two beautiful goats, three boiling goats, and four lazy goats

When he can't sleep at night, he counts the sheep like this, but he counts the sheep now not to treat insomnia, but to keep himself from falling asleep.

He has reached the limit of the limit, whether it is his body or his mind, he has reached the limit, just like a string that has been taut for a long time, even if no one moves it, it will naturally collapse at a certain moment.

I'm so tired. I really want to get some sleep.

But you can't sleep yet, and if you just sleep like this, the link will be broken and the guards will be quiet again.

The mold that invades his body will suck him dry.

In fact, it is very simple to deal with these molds, just pull the body out, even a small child can get out of these foamy molds, but he can't, he can't move at all.

He was waiting for the thing to arrive, for a moment to relax.

Every second was so tormenting, and he could slow down his thinking sixty times more if he wanted to, so that a minute could become a second.

It seemed like a century had passed, and finally, the viscous, crimson, clear liquid was surging from the other side of the pipe.

The liquid enveloped him and gently tore him out of the mold, leaving his head floating in the air and the parts below his body soaked in the liquid.

The nutrients were delivered to him through the liquid, and he was finally able to sleep peacefully, listening to the sound of the rain.

I hope tomorrow will be a sunny day, the cloudy day is too depressing, the rainy day is too depressing, or I like the time when the sun is out, I want to hang a hammock in the park, lie on it, bask in the sun quietly, and listen to the wind tell about its adventures.

(End of chapter)