Chapter-18

Alex took in the sight of the dozens of deformed refugees who were blocking the entrance to the incoming water.

The man quietly tightened his grip on the dagger he had just removed from his waist, and the expression in his eyes turned icy.

Are these individuals planning on exacting retribution on the leader who took his own life?

I am unsure as to whether or not the newly acquired skill will enable me to support the weight of these dozens of individuals...

Alex drew his dagger and prepared to take the initiative in eliminating one of the most resolute refugees in front of him in order to discourage the behaviour of the other refugees.

Suddenly! These deformed refugees who were waiting at the door were taken aback when their knees unexpectedly touched the ground.

Some of them are hurling their bodies into the ground, others are lingering, and still others are kneeling down while holding the repulsive food in front of themselves. It would appear that everyone is quite terrified of Alex.

Alex had a realization as she watched the scene play out in front of her.

Since he was responsible for the death of the god-like leader of the mutants, he supplanted him as his own personal deity and sought to establish himself as the new head of the homeless camp.

"Kingdom... Your Majesty, please accept our offerings and lead us to survive in this wasteland!" "Please accept our offerings and lead us to survive in this wasteland!"

An ugly old man who appeared to be quite old, holding his hand to rot so that he could not see the original flesh food, trembling trembled before Alex, displaying a look that could not be compared to anything else.

King?

This archaic word made Alex roll his eyes, and he decided not to waste his time on these deformed exiles who were going to die soon.

Over the course of all these years, I have grown accustomed to it. I don't require an assistant or a companion in any capacity.

Because it is inevitable that one day, when food will be extremely scarce, these so-called loyal subordinates will collectively rebel, and while you are sleeping, they will plunder you all.

As a consequence of this, Alex walked past the exiles who were lying on the ground with an expression of indifference because he did not want to waste their energy by attempting to kill them in order to prevent further complications.

There is no thought of taking revenge among these exiles because they have the same misshapen hearts as the surface inhabitants.

The only thing that is on their minds is how to get more food, how to make themselves live longer, and how to outcompete other populations for the limited resources available to them.

"Allow that guy to take charge of you."

Alex indicated the dog leg that had initially followed the Mutant, which was also the lanky and tall man who was currently lying on the ground.

When the tall man heard this horror, he did not retaliate and instead killed himself. Immediately after his death, he struck his head as an act of forgiveness and thanked Alex for his grace in not killing him.

I didn't raise my head until I was so exhausted that I couldn't perform anymore, but when I did, I discovered that the man who was uninterested in me had vanished for a considerable amount of time...

Uh ...

Uh ...

"The location at which the body has been refrigerated... Where exactly do you call this name?"

She Alex wore a dark hood that had been woven from a virus, and she merged into the environment of the surrounding ruin.

Upon leaving the homeless camp, he discovered an abandoned bungalow that had a slightly more solid foundation.

After all, it is still the middle of the night, when it is impossible to tell when the night will finally come to an end. Even a high-level Mutant would be foolish to presume that they could guarantee one hundred percent safety in the uninhabited wilderness during the night.

And the coordinates that are calling to me in my head appear to be quite a distance away, so it would be a very unwise choice to consider nothing and go into the search for the past completely blind.

Alex is going to wait until the next day, and then he is going to embark on a very long journey.

There is no telling when that day will arrive.

Perhaps the day after tomorrow, perhaps a month and a half from now, or perhaps never...

No institution has yet succeeded in accurately predicting the shifts between day and night.

The day and night cycle is extremely strange, and there is no pattern or consistency to it at all. When you change your face, you change your face completely, just like the legendary opera performer 'Maxie prefor' did in the past.

In a similar vein, the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn, and winter are not based on what makes logical sense anymore.

Around this time two years ago, there was such an extreme weather situation that the temperature suddenly dropped to -40 degrees Celsius, and the heavy snow with the infected elements continued for two months without stopping!

Because the migrants are living in such a harsh environment, a significant number of people have suffered from frostbite and other injuries.

The remaining survivors, despite the harsh conditions, were able to adjust to their new environment. Because of this, the sun, which had been absent from the sky for a considerable amount of time, reappeared in the sky the following day, and the temperature of the earth remained at over 50 degrees Celsius throughout the entire month...

The sudden shift from extremely cold to extremely warm temperatures almost annihilated the entire biosphere, including any survivors that may have been present. During that same time period, Alex also fell gravely ill and came dangerously close to passing away from a high fever.

However, the humans that were shaped by this Doomsday weather eventually took full control and adapted to the environment that they found themselves in.

On the other hand, it has reverted to a more primitive, bloody, and barbaric state. It is possible to put one's morals, ethics, and dignity, among other things, to the side in order to survive...

Alex was crouching in the far corner of the room, leaning against the wall for support, and staring blankly up at the peculiar blood moon that was hanging in the night sky.

At this very moment, he was not considering the reasons behind the sudden breakdown of the world.

After acquiring this power, my thoughts centre on how I can make myself live for a longer period of time, as well as the origin of my life...

I give it some thought, and I realise that drowsiness creeps up on him gradually because he is on such high alert while hunting these days just to fill his stomach. This is done to ensure that he does not close his eyes for the entirety of the day.

In the lingering darkness, those afterimages in the memory fragments hypnotised him further, and he fell into a deeper sleep as a result.

Alex could not recall a time in the past five years when he felt as relieved as he did while sleeping this night. He dozed off into a profound sleep, during which his breathing became regular. even had a trick up his sleeve before turning in for the night. However, he has not gone to the settings.

He had fallen asleep, but his body did not show any signs of rest. When it was fully integrated into his brain, the Doomsday-Virus immediately began to run amok throughout his brain.

They are comparable to an army that possesses both a harsh troop and a powerful army. They travel easily through their muscles, internal organs, and even blood vessels, where they consume all of the bacteria, old and weak cells, and other waste products that are in the area.

At the same time, on the surface of Alex's skin, countless filthy mist was expelled from his fine pores. These mists then condensed into dew drops and fell to the ground below.

His entire body is responsible for the cleansing process, and he does it all by himself!

Even the horror scars measuring ten centimeters in shape that were behind him were covered with layers of new skin until they disappeared. The new skin had a jade-like smoothness, and it was pure white.

And throughout this entire process, Alex remained in a profound state of sleep; consequently, he was oblivious to the transformation that occurred in the body after he fell asleep.

During this precise second, a heap of shattered bricks that was situated in one of the room's nooks all of a sudden began to wriggle and emit a number of squeaking sounds!

Two red dots about the size of mung beans emerge from the space created by the broken bricks and fix their gaze on the man who was leaning on the corner and dozing off.

Creak ~~

The red dot emerged, and it turned out to be a mutant rat covered in spines that had a thick arm nearby.

It has tusks that are razor-sharp and spit with billions of germs, can easily break the skin's claws, and has barbed rat tails. It is even larger than elderly cats. "House mouse" can be found just about anywhere in this era.

Additionally, because the mutant sting rat is a social animal, it will never hunt in a group of fewer than ten individuals.

Alex, who is currently dozing off inside of one of the agouti nests...