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He looked down at his magnificent, battle-scorched spear, a satisfied, beast-like smile spreading across his face.
But at that moment, from within the rotten flesh that should have been completely dead, came a broken, venomous roar filled with endless resentment.
"Ha...I'll kill...you..."
The voice was so faint, yet so clear, like a poisoned ice needle piercing the still, lifeless air that had just endured a one-sided torment.
Wang Meng's movements stopped again.
He slowly turned his head, his eyebrows slightly raised, and a hint of genuine curiosity flashed in his eyes.
"Oh?"
He uttered a playful, rising tone, his gaze landing precisely on the still slightly writhing mass of flesh known as the "Zombie Short-Haired Boy": "You... you're still not dead?"
He examined the object, which could no longer be called a "body," with great interest.
His chest cavity was completely shattered, his limbs were twisted in an unnatural position, his head was covered with holes pierced by metal fragments, and black blood was still flowing out.
Even in such a complete wreckage, the broken head was still trying, bit by bit, to turn towards the brown-haired girl.
Those eyes, rekindled with resentment and venom, were fixed on the girl he had ravaged.
He not only didn't die, but seemed to have gained even more vitality.
It's as if it's slowly coming back to life!
"really interesting!"
A cruel smile spread across Wang Meng's lips. He spoke with a contemptuous sneer, as if addressing the audience below: "With such tenacious vitality... do you really think you'll be the protagonist?"
Wang Meng seemed to feel extremely pleased with his new discovery.
He decided to give this "protagonist with tenacious vitality" a "gift" that would make him give up completely.
He bent down again, and this time, instead of pulling the brown-haired girl's hair, he used a more brutal method to grab her slender ankle and dragged her, who was still gagging, back to him like a dead dog.
"no, do not want……"
The brown-haired girl uttered a faint, dreamlike plea.
Her spirit had completely collapsed, and her body was too weak from the previous abuse to muster any strength, leaving her at Wang Meng's mercy.
"Don't rush, the real show is just beginning."
Wang Meng's smile was full of malice: "Your number one fan hasn't had enough yet. We have to satisfy the audience's wishes, don't we?"
As he spoke, he turned the girl's body over, forcing her into an even more humiliating, kneeling position, facing the pile of rotten flesh.
This position caused her school uniform skirt, stained with blood and Wang Meng's bodily fluids, to slide up due to gravity, revealing her cartoon underwear underneath, which was also completely soaked in bodily fluids, and her perky breasts, which were trembling slightly with fear.
Wang Meng didn't touch her there; he seemed to prefer using the most primitive and direct methods to destroy a person's dignity.
He walked around to the girl's front, squatted down, and forcibly lifted her tear-streaked, filthy face.
"Look at him."
Wang Meng commanded, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable authority: "Watch closely how your 'protagonist' sheds tears of emotion for you."
He showed no mercy whatsoever.
That tyrannical will once again transformed into a tearing weapon, mercilessly taking over her and choking back all her incoherent sobs deep into her throat.
A feeling of suffocation overwhelmed everything; a piercing pain shot through his jaw; only the tears streaming down his face silently testified that a soul was being utterly destroyed.
"Did you see that clearly, Mr. 'Protagonist'?"
While Wang Meng was carrying out a devastating attack on the girl's throat, he said to the pile of rotten flesh in the distance in a relaxed and cheerful tone, "This is what your goddess looks like now."
Listen, she's moaning; she's singing for the 'art' we created together.
Every thrust of Wang Meng's was full of power.
The hard, long spear shaft slammed into the girl's throat, making a sticky, wet "plop plop" sound that made one blush.
The girl's entire head swayed back and forth with his wild movements, like a broken, soulless doll that had been played with.
"Ho...Gurgle...Aaaaaaah!!"
The eyes of the short-haired boy who had turned into a zombie finally lost focus due to the extreme and unbearable visual and mental impact!
From his broken throat came a final roar that was inhuman, filled with endless resentment and despair!
His already destroyed body began to convulse violently and frantically at an extremely bizarre frequency!
Every bone in his body seemed to be emitting a final, unbearable wail under this unvented rage!
It seems that this is the moment Wang Meng has been waiting for.
"It seems our protagonist is about to take his final bow."
"Let me be the one to deliver the final salute for you!"
He grinned maliciously, turning his final rage into a final farewell to despair.
In that low growl that ended everything, a scorching torrent, powerful enough to breach a dam, surged once more into the deepest part of the throat, extinguishing even the last, flickering sob, like a candle burning in the wind.
The world was plunged into a deathly, pale silence.
"puff!"
At the very instant Wang Meng fired, the body of the frantically convulsing, zombie-like short-haired boy suddenly froze!
Then, to everyone's horrified gaze, his mangled head, like a balloon inflated to its limit, exploded with a dull thud, like a watermelon being smashed by a hammer!
Black blood, grayish-white brain matter, shattered skulls... countless filthy things splattered in all directions like a shower of flowers, staining the surrounding walls and ceilings with a terrifying "artistic" color.
Some warm, viscous liquid even splashed onto the back and hair of the brown-haired girl kneeling on the ground.
At the heart of this carnage and explosion, something emitted an eerie glow against the backdrop of the filth.
It was an irregularly shaped, multifaceted crystal, about half the size of a fist!
Its entire body is a deep, solidified night-like color, with countless purple, lightning-like streams of light slowly surging inside.
A few seconds later, it seemed to lose its support and fell from the sky with a crisp "clink" as it landed on the blood-stained ground. It rolled a few times and came to rest right next to the brown-haired girl's limp, filthy hand.
Wang Meng slowly pulled his long spear, still dripping with bodily fluids, from the girl's mouth. He glanced at the headless corpse in the distance, which had finally fallen silent, and then at the eerie black crystal on the ground.
Finally, his gaze fell on the brown-haired girl who was completely stunned by the sudden turn of events, with Wang Meng's bodily fluids still dripping from her mouth.
On his face was a smile that was both curious and cruel, like a child finding a new toy.
"Wow, I got some loot!"
The smile on Wang Meng's face had not yet faded; it was a pure, undisguised cruelty and curiosity born from discovering something new.
He was about to crouch down to pick up the black crystal that emitted an eerie light and examine the only relic left behind by this "protagonist."
Just then, a series of hurried and chaotic footsteps, accompanied by a woman's suppressed breathing, came clearly from the other end of the corridor.
Wang Meng paused slightly and slowly raised his head.
His cold, yet playful eyes looked past the kneeling, brown-haired girl who resembled a broken doll, and gazed in the direction from which the voice came.
A few seconds later, two figures rushed out from the corner of the corridor filled with corpses, but the moment they saw the scene before them, they froze on the spot as if they had been frozen in place.
Leading the group was the purple-haired girl in a kendo uniform.
Behind her, the blonde woman whose figure seemed to burst out of her white coat also stopped in her tracks, one hand still clutching her ample bosom in shock.
Their eyes widened instantly at the surreal, bloody, and evocative scene before them, a scene that resembled a painting of hell.
The entire corridor had become a river paved with blood and flesh.
Limbs and severed organs were scattered everywhere, and the air was filled with a nauseating stench of blood, as well as another kind of... more private, more humiliating, pungent smell mixed with sweat and male bodily fluids.
In the very center of this hellish scene, the man with the youthful, handsome face who had only recently met them was standing proudly, naked from the waist down.
His enormous spear, disproportionately large to his body, was exposed to the air without any cover.
It was not yet completely limp; it was covered with a glistening, viscous liquid, which dripped slowly from the menacing spearhead into the pool of blood at his feet.
Kneeling at his feet was a brown-haired girl from the same school whom they knew very well—it was Miyamoto Rei!
She was now completely naked, curled up on the ground, with suspicious white fluid hanging from her mouth, her eyes glazed over, and her body convulsing violently from uncontrollable coughing. Her appearance spoke volumes more about the horrific ordeal she had just endured than any corpse.
Not far from her, a headless corpse with its chest completely ruptured lay there in an extremely contorted position, announcing the end of a one-sided massacre.
The color drained instantly from the blonde school doctor's face, which always carried a hint of dazedness and languor.
She instinctively let out a short, sharp cry, as if she had been choked. Her body staggered backward because she couldn't handle the sheer volume of information. If she hadn't grabbed the wall for support, she probably would have collapsed to the ground.
Her professional knowledge told her the cruel destruction the corpse on the ground had undergone, and the inhuman treatment the kneeling female student had suffered.
The scene, a mixture of blood and the bizarre, made her stomach churn, her legs went weak, and she almost vomited on the spot.
The purple-haired girl, however, had a completely different reaction.
Her knuckles turned white from gripping the long knife so tightly.
Her body was trembling, but it wasn't pure fear; it was a more complex, darker, soul-deep shudder!
Her purple eyes, which always carried a hint of calm and sharpness, were now fixed intently on Wang Meng.
She didn't look at the corpse on the ground, nor at the girl who had been abused; in her eyes, there was only the man.
She saw his spear, still dripping with semen, a symbol of absolute male authority.
まさか、姧か…!
(How come... it's you!)
Wang Meng looked at the two newly appeared women with great interest.
That look in his eyes was like a butcher examining the freshest pieces of meat on two cutting boards.
He seemed quite pleased with the mixture of shock, fear, and disbelief on their faces.
"Shaye, come here."
Wang Meng didn't even turn around; he simply beckoned to the pink-haired girl with pigtails behind him.
The movement was so slow and gentle, it was as if he were calling a pet dog.
Saya Takagi's body trembled violently, as if she had been lashed by an invisible whip.
She raised her head, her beautiful eyes filled with humiliation and fear, but her legs moved uncontrollably, taking stiff steps toward the man.