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Awakened Horror: Evolution Wonderland

[Warning: Mature Content] "He's deemed as the villain… but what if his actions were just misunderstood?" __________ [Rabble band of outcasts!] Calm witch~ "I've got a dissociative personality disorder, but I can separate them as individual entities!" Mischievous warrior~ "I've got a high level of potential, I'm a man from hell after all." Bored trickster~ "I've got many stunts up my sleeves, I can make you moan and bleed at the same time!" Me~ "I'm just an honest FBI trainee." ________ In the spirited underside of a world shadowed by the Abyss, Roman, a promising but untested FBI trainee, stumbles into a chilling nightmare. An inexplicable phenomenon unleashed bloodthirsty creatures unlike anything the world has ever witnessed, and in the chaos, Roman finds himself infected. His search for answers throws him into a perilous alliance with a rabble band of outcasts – a calm witch with secrets of her own, a mischievous warrior scarred by encounters with the Abyssal darkness, and a bored trickster hiding a surprising depth of knowledge. Haunted by visions of a looming apocalypse and whispers of an ancient prophecy, Roman must unravel the true secrets of his infection before it consumes him and unleashes the full, chilling might of the Abyss upon the world. The Abyssal stain wrenches within him, a dark melody whispering promises of power and destruction from the very depths of hell. But can Roman resist the Abyss' seductive pull? As his power grows, the line between a protagonist and an antagonist blurs.

Dreamylad · 奇幻
分數不夠
35 Chs

Chapter 34

The city woke to a symphony of honking horns and sirens, a harsh counterpoint to the whispers simmering just beneath the surface of my skin. Sleep had become a fragile truce, nightmares the battleground where the Abyss gnawed at the edges of my sanity. Today, the infection decided to make its presence known in another way.

It started subtly, a tingling sensation along my fingertips that morphed into an itch, insistent and gnawing. I glanced at my hand, expecting to find a mosquito bite or a rogue splinter, but there was nothing. Just smooth, unbroken skin, yet the itch persisted, burrowing deeper with each passing second.

Anxiety coiled in my gut like a hungry snake. I rushed to the infirmary, Doctor Lee's stern face the only thing grounding me in the face of this unnerving shift. She examined me with the detached focus of a seasoned scientist, her brow furrowed in concentration.