Playing the Perverted Way

He had been wondering why he couldn't sense his microbes before. But now, seeing it directly—meeting his microbes face-to-face—he finally understood.

From the corner of his eye, he saw something—tiny red specks spreading across the armed man's skin, clinging to his flesh like freshly blooming wounds. But only on the surface.

Adam focused his thoughts. He could feel them. Like obedient servants awaiting their master's command.

He willed them forward. Instantly, the microbes moved, seeping into the man's skin.

"Who the hell are you?!" the man shouted in panic.

Adam remained calm, careful not to provoke any aggressive reaction. "Sorry, sir. I'm just a cashier here. I was hiding, and then these two women suddenly came in and hid with me," he said convincingly.

The man blinked, scanning Adam's attire—a white shirt and black pants, the typical uniform of a store employee. There were no inconsistencies in Adam's words, and the man seemed to hesitate.

"Drop your weapon!" he barked, still feeling threatened by the machete in Adam's hand.

Adam maintained his blank expression, though inside, he could feel the tension gradually rising. Slowly, he lowered himself, intending to place his weapon down.

"Don't move! Throw the machete!" the man shouted again, aiming his gun more steadily at Adam's head.

"You too! Don't even think about moving!" the man threatened the young girl beside Adam.

From a distance, the old woman's voice trembled as she struggled to break free from the bald man's grip. "Let them go… let them go… I beg you…"

But her pleas were cut short when the bald man roughly clamped a hand over her mouth.

Adam observed the bald man. He was slightly out of reach, but more importantly—his body was also covered in red specks.

However, unlike the armed man in front of him, Adam couldn't feel a connection with those microbes.

"Does distance affect the connection too?" Adam pondered.

"Viper! What are you waiting for? Just shoot the bastard already! I can't wait any longer!" the bald man shouted, his voice laced with sickening excitement. He ran his tongue through the old woman's hair, his expression lecherous.

The young girl beside Adam trembled. She wanted to scream, but the gun pointed at her silenced any sound before it could escape her throat.

Adam locked eyes with the man called Viper. The man moved slowly, scanning the room before his gaze briefly landed on the baby still sleeping in the corner.

But only for a second. Ignoring the infant, he refocused his aim on Adam.

"Move forward slowly and leave the woman behind," he commanded, his tone cold and firm.

Adam didn't mind. His thoughts remained focused on the microbes now crawling deeper into Viper's body. He kept pushing them, guiding them toward the vital organs.

His steps were slow, both hands raised in submission. But in truth, he was strategizing. Every step brought him closer to the bald man, who still had the old woman in his grasp. If he got close enough, he could establish a connection with the microbes inside the bald man's body as well.

As soon as he reached the center of the room, Adam finally felt it—that connection.

Without hesitation, he commanded the microbes to burrow into the man's skin and start eating away from within.

The old woman looked at Adam in fear, silent pleas reflected in her eyes.

But Adam remained still, his expression unreadable. He couldn't risk showing anything that might alert the bald man.

"Kid…" The bald man suddenly broke the silence. "Have you ever had sex before?" he asked mockingly, his eyes narrowing with a sleazy grin.

Adam only tilted his head slightly.

The bald man burst into laughter. "Pathetic… With a body like that, you haven't even tried it?" he sneered. "You're gonna regret it, kid. My advice? Give it a go… and use that thing of yours."

He licked the old woman's hair again, tightening his grip over her mouth to suppress her screams.

Adam remained emotionless. Inside his mind, the countdown continued.

Just a little more… he thought.

His microbes were nearly at their critical point. He had deliberately delayed their progress in Viper's body so that both men would collapse at the same time.

"Alright, I'm done here," Viper suddenly said, stepping forward while dragging the young girl along, his grip firm.

"Good… let's go," the bald man replied in satisfaction.

"Kid, walk ahead. And don't try anything stupid," Viper warned, his tone making it clear he wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger if Adam made a single wrong move.

Adam didn't care. In his mind, the countdown was reaching its final moments.

Ten seconds…

He walked forward slowly, leading the group while the two men kept the women behind him.

Two…

Adam reached the door, pushing it open as he stepped through.

One…

Suddenly, a violent coughing fit erupted behind him.

"Ugh…!"

Adam turned around. Both men had abruptly released the women and collapsed to their knees, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Viper clutched his chest, his face contorted in panic. Blood began to seep from his mouth, dripping onto the floor in growing pools.

"Shit… what's happening to me?!" he rasped, his breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps as if he were suffocating.

The bald man wasn't faring any better. Veins bulged across his head, his skin turning deathly pale. He coughed violently, blood spurting from his mouth and staining the floor beneath him.

"Urghh…" His body shook, his vision blurring. He turned to Viper with a terrified expression.

"Who…" His voice was hoarse, barely audible.

With the last ounces of strength they had left, both men lifted their heads and turned their gazes forward—staring at Adam.

But all they saw was Adam's swift motion as he reached for the gun in Viper's hand. The man's grip had weakened. Without resistance, Adam easily snatched the weapon away and stood back up, pointing it directly at them.

The situation had flipped.

Silence engulfed the room.

The two women immediately ran, putting as much distance as possible between themselves and Viper and the bald man—who were now nothing more than dying corpses. Their breaths were ragged, fear still evident on their faces, but they knew this was their only chance to survive.

"Ugh…" Viper coughed again, fresh blood splattering from his mouth. His hand clutched tightly at his chest as if trying to suppress the unbearable pain. His gaze shifted toward the old woman, his eyes burning with suspicion.

"You…" he rasped, his voice hoarse. His eyes narrowed as realization slowly dawned—his suspicions had been right all along.

But before his mind could piece together the answer, the sharp crack of gunfire shattered the air.

BAM! BAM!

Two deafening shots rang out, followed by two more.

Adam had shot both their hands, destroying their ability to fight—or even defend themselves.

Agonized screams filled the room. Viper writhed, blood pouring profusely from his mangled hands. The bald man fared no better, his body convulsing like a worm doused in salt.

Adam walked toward Viper at a slow, deliberate pace. He crouched down, gripping the man's hair tightly and yanking his head up until their faces were mere inches apart.

A wide smile spread across Adam's lips.

"Tell me… where are you from? And what the hell is happening out there?"

His voice was calm—almost friendly—but beneath the surface lurked a threat sharper than any blade.

Adam needed information. About the world outside. About the group backing Viper and the bald man.

Viper groaned, his breathing ragged. His body trembled from excessive blood loss, but in his eyes, a flicker of defiance still remained.

"Urgh…" He coughed again, writhing in pain, yet he remained silent.

Adam didn't show the slightest sign of disappointment. Slowly, he stood up, as if giving the man time to reconsider his choices.

Then, without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.

BAM!

A bullet tore through the side of Viper's head, angled just enough to avoid killing him instantly.

His screams ripped through the air.

The man thrashed violently, wailing like a wounded animal. Blood gushed from the side of his skull, his eyes wide with sheer terror.

Adam stared down at him, emotionless.

"One more time," his voice remained eerily calm. "Tell me… or you'll wish I had killed you outright."