Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 231 "So hungry..."

"So hungry..."

With their heads bowed, Yamen held hands and walked unsteadily down the deserted street.

He ran out.

But I just couldn't feel happy...

He still remembers it to this day.

After escaping from that hellish building, they faced numerous dangers along the way before finally making their way out of the city through a sewer pipe.

But when he climbed to the top of the building and looked around, he could see that...

What they saw was the same old scene: shadowy figures flickering in the night, and a distant, inhuman roar carried on the night wind...

Standing on the brand-new streets, he felt as if he had never escaped.

Once again, they were on high alert, seeking cover in the shadows and avoiding the monster's gaze as they advanced.

But he had no idea where he was going.

A port? A forest? Or perhaps some kind of shelter?

With nothing known, he could only choose one direction and keep going.

When they were too exhausted to walk any further, they found a secluded room to rest.

Later, on the desk of the former owner who had hanged himself, he found a notice announcing the nationwide occupation and the collapse of the government…

Her mind was already clouded by the stress, exhaustion, and hunger caused by the shortage of supplies along the way.

With a "pop," it broke.

Darkness enveloped everything in an instant, leaving only those cries that seemed to come from the depths of the soul.

"So hungry..."

"..."

Yamen felt like he had a very, very long dream.

In his dream, he stood on the award stage, receiving the award from the most authoritative person, surrounded by the most enthusiastic applause and praise.

And finally, the most beautiful person embraced him, gently stroking his soft hair, like silk gliding through her fingertips...

At this moment, he achieved everything he had dreamed of and became the well-deserved protagonist.

The scene changes.

With a beard, the middle-aged man was reading the newspaper on the balcony, while the aroma of food wafted from the kitchen behind him.

As if by telepathy, he got up and, together with his beautiful wife who was carrying steaming hot food, came to the dining table.

Afterwards, he and his wife snuggled close together, feeling each other's warmth and the tenderness of the moment.

"You must be starving! Hurry up and eat it while it's hot."

"it is good…"

He responded with a clatter of bowls and plates, then popped a mouthful of his favorite egg tofu into his mouth, the sweet and savory sauce spreading between his teeth.

The tender white tofu melts in your mouth and slides into your stomach before you even have a chance to react.

A sense of satisfaction rose from my heart... This, perhaps, is the taste of happiness.

A gentle smile from his wife beside him, a sense of contentment in his heart.

The speed at which the spoon was scooping the food also increased.

Before long, he had finished the whole bowl, and even picked it up and poured all the soup into his stomach before letting out a satisfied sigh.

Only then did he notice that his wife was leaning on her hand, staring blankly at him, and he felt a little embarrassed.

He raised his hand and playfully scratched her cheek, his fingertip brushing against the beauty mark at the corner of her eye that added to her charm.

This action seemed to make the wife a little shy, but she did not dodge the hand that was touching her face.

Instead, he picked up a spoon and, as if serving a child, brought the fragrant food to his mouth.

"Alright, alright, let's eat. I remember you like this too—ah~"

As his nostrils twitched, the enticing aroma of meat, accompanied by a burst of heat, swept across his face. Yamen obediently opened his mouth, letting his wife feed him.

"Crunch, crunch..."

Chewing on the meat, the chewy texture combined with the savory juices rekindled his appetite.

Mmm! Delicious~

"Tomie...your cooking skills...are getting better and better..."

He chewed on various foods, not forgetting to vaguely praise his wife's cooking skills.

I don't know how long I ate it.

The room had become much darker, and a pattering sound could be heard from outside the window.

"Is it raining?"

Muttering to himself, Amen didn't seem to care.

The room was warm, and there was still plenty of food on the table.

However, just as he picked up another piece from the plate in front of him and put it in his mouth...

"Creak..."

A sharp pain shot through his mouth, causing Amen to frown in surprise.

Did you accidentally eat a bone?

Follow your eating habits: spit the hard object into your hand and swallow the food in your mouth.

Yamen had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

However, he still managed a smile and looked up at his wife beside him, teasing her.

"I was so careless. How could I possibly bite something like this...?"

His final words gradually froze and became hesitant.

Under his watchful eye, his wife, who should have been resting her chin on her hand and gazing at him, had vanished without a trace.

He slowly turned his head to look at the table, stood up blankly, and looked around.

I strolled to the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, looking out at the bright, clear sky...

…while, I listened to the pattering rain in my ears.

The cozy room began to darken, and the warmth gradually seeped from my very bones.

My vision blurred for a moment.

The drizzling rain outside the window, along with the swaying windowpanes, brought a damp and chilly breeze into the room.

Not far away, the fan, which had lost power, was covered in dust, and the wind blowing in made it creak and groan as it spun.

Below, a emaciated, mummified corpse with a terrified expression was dangling back and forth by a rope.

It was a very small, dark, and damp room, with only a small window protruding from the corner.

Amen remembered.

This was a resting place he had found during his escape, but he seemed to relax suddenly and couldn't hold on any longer, so he passed out.

Everything before was a hallucination or dream he had while he was unconscious.

"..."

"Ah…"

He gave a bitter laugh, a mix of emotions running through him. The successive blows and pressures he had been under were simply too much; only in despair could one have such a dream.

I shook my head and felt a wave of dizziness.

However, it did help clear my head a bit.

At the same time, I finally sensed something was wrong.

A strange sensation came from his right hand, causing him to raise his hand in confusion and open his palm.

A clean, white tooth rolled out immediately, reflecting a cold light in the dimly lit room.

"this…?"

The confusion jolted his still-unclear mind.

He recalled the heartwarming scene from his dream.

Suddenly, a bad thought popped into my head.

This caused his pupils to shrink sharply, and he trembled as he reached out and gently wiped his mouth.

When you remove it again, a splash of bright red is so striking even in the dimly lit room.

In that instant, he felt as if his heart had stopped.

With a trembling, stiff body, she slowly turned around and looked at the dining table shrouded in shadow in the corner of the house.

His lips moved, but he couldn't utter a sound for a long time. As soon as he took a step, his seemingly rusty body collapsed instantly.

"Pfft..."

Pain emanated from all parts of the body, jolting the consciousness that was on the verge of collapse due to fear, bringing it back to a state of clarity and a moment of rationality.

Realizing that it was all just my speculation, and that the answer I feared might not have happened at all. Or perhaps, I was still trapped in another nightmare...

Various thoughts raced through my mind, but in the end, they all turned into expectations that denied my own conjectures.

Yamen, who was lying on the ground, also quickly crawled along using his hands and feet, not caring about his appearance.

After he scrambled to the corner of the room, his palm pressed against a wet, sticky substance, and he slowly and laboriously stood up.

What I saw was a dark red bloodstain, and a head lying on the table, its flesh and skin gone, smashed and hollowed out…

I savored the sweet, metallic taste in my mouth.

Amen felt as if his tongue had gone numb, turning into a wooden board, stirring the air but only producing hissing sounds.

His last shred of illusion was shattered, and the stark truth was laid bare, forcing him to confront reality.

"Ugh—! Ugh—! Ugh—!"

Suddenly, he began frantically scratching his throat, his fists pounding heavily into his abdomen.

And so, the vomiting continued for an unknown period of time.

He trembled as he struggled to his feet, having vomited until he had nothing left to vomit.

He raised his palm, staring blankly at the bloodstains on it.

For some reason, her hands, which had become fair and delicate, now appeared even longer and whiter, making them look rather jarring against the backdrop of bloodstains.

As he thought this, Amen's chaotic mind suddenly felt as if it had been pricked by a needle.

These hands had no connection to the rough, dark hands that existed before his body underwent the strange transformation, but the more Amen looked at them now, the more familiar they seemed.

That sense of familiarity burned like fire in my heart.

The throbbing, needle-like sensation in his nerves caused him to convulse and frantically wipe his hands on his chest.

After wiping away the bloodstains, he held it up to his eyes again.

I stared blankly for a while.

Then he seemed to go crazy and ran to the other side of the house.

There was a small, dilapidated wooden door. Pushing it open, you would see a dirty and messy bathroom.

Yamen, who staggered in, went straight for a dressing mirror in the dim light.

He pressed his hands against the sink, pressing his terrified face against it.

Before my eyes, a pair of pitch-black eyes, now filled with terror and shock, met my gaze in the mirror.

As he ran, his messy black hair fell down, brushing against his fair cheeks and sticking to the mirror.

A pert nose, delicate lips, and a dark beauty mark beside her wide-open eyes…

This isn't his face, but it's all too familiar.

“Tomie Kawakami…”

Looking at his reflection in the mirror, Yamen slowly raised his hand, watching as his palm brushed across his cheek, leaving some bloodstains.

He got it.

He finally understood.

After regaining consciousness following my injury, my body underwent a series of changes.

A series of messages and images flashed by, and the answer emerged.

"Blood transfusion... I see, I see..."

After being injured, the doctor transfused him with the blood of Tomie Kawakami, the very person who had taken him for treatment.

At that moment, he finally realized that the somewhat dull girl had been led along by him all the way.

Also a monster.

It is the same mysterious monster that appears in various files recorded by the Metropolitan Police Department.

And now, I am...

…and so is the kind of monster.

It seems that this is because everything is clear, or perhaps it is due to the intensification of some kind of change.

Amen felt his bones making a series of wriggling sounds.

Under his gaze, his reflection in the mirror gradually shrank and became shorter until it was exactly the same as Tomie's figure in his memory.

The various thoughts in my mind began to fade, and some information entered my mind.

There is some knowledge, the logic of dialogue, and... a thirst to be constantly killed.

Death, differentiation, death.

This is deeply ingrained in our consciousness, just like the logic that people need to eat and sleep.

These are the rules for monsters.

Having understood all this, Amon felt his emotions subside and the countless "Tomie" thoughts vaguely emanating from his mind, and he sighed.

"Sigh...the main character?...Heh~"

The last trace of tone that didn't belong to the "setting" faded away in the bitter laugh, turning into a gentle and crisp smile.

"Haha~"

Amen felt as if his consciousness was a piece of fish on a chopping board, being precisely cut into the shape he desired by an unimaginable chef.

Those extra "flesh" within the framework of "Tomie in Kawakami" were all cut off and discarded, leaving only oneself trapped within the constraints.

Then, with eyes that no longer seemed to belong to him, he looked at everything around him.

Even the emotions I feel now are perhaps parts that have been segmented and are following certain rules.

He was suffering inside, but he couldn't show it on his face.

Despair arises the next moment and then vanishes without a trace.

However, just as he lost control, he straightened his clothes and put on a smile.

As he took a step, preparing to leave his hiding place and seek out those who wanted to attack and kill him.

A clear chirping sound came from somewhere.

It sounded like the vibration of some kind of metal.

Just as I looked up in confusion...

In my line of sight, the cement floorboards covered in mold and dust have silently cracked open, letting in the light from outside.

Then the next moment.

"boom--!!!"

A huge explosion followed by the creaking sound of buildings collapsing.

The entire field of vision was instantly shrouded in the sinking bricks, steel bars, and dust.

Completely powerless to resist, the hard rock, carrying an immeasurable force, crushed his body.

Steel bars and stones passed right through the body.

He could feel that his entire body had been completely disfigured by this sudden disaster.

Flesh and blood rotted, bones were broken, and internal organs were squeezed out.

Strangely, however, no pain was felt.

Instead, there is a sense of "being killed," a rule that is almost an instinct of the soul, and the joy of being satisfied emanates from every cell.

After a moment, under the gaze of Amen's only remaining intact eye, he watched his blood, spilled in the dust, begin to boil and swell, rolling and expanding like some kind of gel.

Soon, it grew into a grotesque, twisted mass of bright red flesh.

As if sensing something, the mass of flesh seemed to suddenly stop, then crawled toward the eyeball that had been crushed and protruded by a boulder.

With a twisting motion, a crack appeared on the flesh that had grown from a drop of blood into a large mass.

Suddenly it bloomed, revealing a unique, jet-black, and beautiful eye.

A strange feeling emanated from the two people staring at each other; Amon even felt as if his consciousness was being forcibly torn apart.

Strange information, far beyond the capacity of human reason to process, surged forth in waves, almost shattering his remaining humanity.

Worse still, he felt hundreds, thousands of pieces of flesh writhing, swelling, and growing.

"Hehe..."

Yamen opened his mouth wide, wanting to say something, but his throat, crushed by large chunks of cement and rock, could no longer utter a sound.

All I could do was desperately feel the endless stream of thoughts and sensations flooding my mind.

However, at that moment, the collapsed rubble began to tremble slightly once again.

Reflected in Yamen's pupils, the outside light, as pieces of buildings were moved aside and spilled into his eyes, appeared as chaotic as shattered glass.

From this fragmented viewpoint, I could vaguely make out that I was in a huge crater, and two figures were stepping closer and looking down at me.

At the same time, a conversation I couldn't understand drifted into my ears.

"Fellow Daoist Li, this looks a bit like a human. It has such a strong human presence and no yin energy. You couldn't have killed the wrong person, could you?"

"...You should learn some other detection techniques; the Qi Observation Technique is useless to you."

(End of this chapter)