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Dumb little beetle, come to papa.

"Hiss "

The dim light, the exposed bricks and gravel, and the crumbling dry cement that was scattered all around in silence.

A beetle climbed up on its surface, and the beetle's tough hexapods alternated with each other as they searched for the insect's belly.

It has been well over a week since it last consumed anything.

When you are in this ruin, it is harder to find food that can be brought in.

Should you choose to ignore the warnings, you should expect to be consumed by those around you.

The length of the tadpole is approximately half a meter. It has a carapace that is lacquered in a dark black color, it has arthropods that are pointed enough to leave dense footprints on the cement block; and it has double jaws that can easily cut through steel bars.

It has been demonstrated by him that there is also a small predator lurking in these secluded ruins in the shadows.

The enormous beetle used its mouthparts to lift the brittle cement block and search for any remnant of material that could be stuffed into its stomach and digested, even if it was just stray hair. The beetle was determined to find something, anything, that it could use.

However, after turning for a significant amount of time, neither fair nor even traces of the excrement of other creatures could be found on them.

While it was disheartened and getting ready to leave, suddenly two small eyes the color of emerald green lit up, and a beeping sound that was more exciting than meeting a potential partner emerged.

mainly due to the aroma of live food.

Due to the extreme severity of hunger, although the odor that mysteriously appeared and seemed strange, it also profoundly stimulated the portion of its brain that was smaller than the thumb.

The mutated version of the animal had its body evolve, but its intelligence had not, so it flew straight towards the source of the taste.

This elusive "fragrance" is comparable to a dotted line that leads all the way to a quaint cottage not too far away.

The situation was exactly the same in the room. It was so dark that I could not even reach out and touch my five fingers. Other insects had finished off the collapsed closet and the furniture before they moved on. In the ruins, there was only a rusted iron frame to be found.

Inside the iron frame, you'll find a rag that's been stained with blood, and that's where the food smell is coming from.

The enormous beetle did not show the slightest sign of reluctance, and the aroma that was so close to it caused it to forget about the potential risks and toss it aside with complete disregard.

Every single one of these enormous beetles has turned into a miserable food type in this environment.

Just as it had managed to squeeze into the iron frame to the point where it could accommodate its body!

Creak

A sudden pull from outside forces on a black rope cloth that was tied to a corner of the iron frame instantaneously merged the entire frame together and tightly bound the half-meter-long giant beetle in it!

Hiss!!!

The beetle was startled, and as soon as it did, it let out a piercing roar that, given the relative quiet of the room, came across as particularly harsh.

At the same time, the person who had been lurking in the shadowy area has been eliminated!

His lean but robust body moved swiftly through the debris, much like the way the wind moves through a forest.

A swoop rides on top of the arduous iron Armour of the giant beetle just as it is about to break the deteriorating iron frame!

The beetle's struggle, however, becomes more intense as a result of this.

The figure did not at all drag the water, and instead he smashed the metal crowbar, which was already clenched in his right hand, severely against the head of the armored beetle!

Huh!

Use the first stick to give the giant beetle's hard, round head a whack, which should result in the production of a very faint spark. The fleeting light of the fire shines on the young adult's cheek, which is dark and determined despite being thin.

Huh!

When the second stick is pressed, the crook's bent tip is guided into the space between the beetle's head and its body.

Click!

Third, the young man pushes down with his body to use the bend in the crowbar as a pivot point.

After a lot of work, the huge beetle's tough headgear was finally broken open, revealing the still-warm muscle tissue inside.

Before it could scream screams and attract other advanced mutant creatures, the boy quickly pulled out the crowbar and then sharpened the sharp end toward the beetle's brain in the impression! Before it could scream!

Huh!

Instant! A foul-smelling green liquid was sprayed in his face, and at the same time, the giant beetle completely gave up his struggle. All that was left of him was six pointed feet that twitched slightly under the influence of the nerves.

The juvenile did not let go of his vigilance even after the cricket had ensured the death of the giant beetle. He took a prepared piece of plastic film from behind him and wrapped it around the beetle's messy head in a way that would keep the beetle's smell from escaping.

After that, he dashed out of the bungalow while carrying the dead beetle, which weighed close to ten pounds and was nearly as tall as he was.

Around a minute later, people suddenly felt numb as a dense flapping sound was heard coming from everywhere in the room, including the ceiling, under the floor, outside the door, and all of the corners.

The centipede is made up of a thousand poisonous ants the size of fists. They were drawn to the room by the smell that was still there, and they quickly took over the whole empty bungalow, turning it into a frantic black sea.

Uh...

The young man positioned the giant beetle's decomposing body on the ground at the base of a three-story building that had been warped to give the impression that it could topple at any moment.

Although he was out of breath as a result of the frantic running around the entire perimeter while holding the beetle, he purposefully slowed his breathing.

He reached into the pouch at his waist and pulled out a boning knife, which he used to deftly make a small hole in the piece of plastic wrap that was covering the beetle's head.

Then, he bowed his head and used his chapped lips to approach the small hole, and he started devouring the putrid and dark green brain tissue of the giant green beetle with a voracious appetite.

He did not stop acting like a beast until his dried-out abdomen began to slightly bulge, at which point he covered the hole with a thin film and stopped the behavior.

It has been about three days since the last time I ate something.

Alex sighed a sigh of relief as she sat on the ground and wiped off the sticky sap that was still stuck in the corner of her mouth.

This hunting ought to be able to support you to the extent that you can keep your combat effectiveness for about three to five days.

Even though he finds the blood of insects repulsive, he is interested in grilling the delicious meat of insects over an open flame.

But trying to start a fire in the dark without the protection of a sturdy barrier is the same as looking for a dead end.

In this absurd end time, the beasts no longer have any fear of the flames, the insects no longer have any fear of the cold, and the plants no longer require photosynthesis.

In the dark of the night, someone lit a campfire, which was the same as telling every experienced hunter that there was an idiot waiting for them to make a mistake so they could make easy money.

Alex's only physical stamina failed him all of a sudden, and he did not make it to the next day.

By definition, eating your own blood is the most crude and direct way to get your strength back, and this is not the first time this has happened.

While he waited for the time to pass so that he could gradually regain his strength, he observed his surroundings while he was stationed on the third or third floor of the small building.

The shattered remains of the refrigerator, the opulent sofa that has been knocked over, the high-quality crystal chandeliers that are dangling from the ceiling, and the dusty picture frame that is lying next to them all demonstrate that this house once belonged to a joyful and content family that had been living there for five years and three months. luxurious residence

When everyone was still immersed in a happy life twenty-five years and three months ago, it was twenty-five years and three months ago.

When this event took place, Alex was only 17 years old. He was a student who had recently been accepted into an academic institution. Simply put, he was an introverted person who was also a poor public speaker and who, for the most part, did not have any friends during the semester.

But it didn't matter to him because he was always like this.

On the other hand, there was this one day when the sky was suddenly covered in ominous clouds without any prior warning, and then a strange black rain began to fall from the sky.

And on that day, the school was celebrating something important in the school square with a school celebration. Tens of thousands of teachers and students were drenched when there was an unexpected downpour of black rain. The only exception to this were a few people, like Alex, who took sick leave to sleep in the dormitory.

Alex couldn't recall how long he had been asleep at that point; all he could recall was that when he woke up, there were eerie growls coming from outside the window...

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