Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1502 Fooled, Fresh Food

Wrong! Completely wrong!

That was not a delusion born of fear! His keen observation, his almost pathological ability to capture details honed through years of cold observation, finally pierced through the carefully woven disguise of the other party at the critical moment of life and death!
That tiny flaw, like a pale white lightning bolt in the darkness, instantly shattered his self-deceiving illusion!
Standing in front of him was not a victim who had miraculously survived!
It is a... a monster in human skin!

"Uh……"

A short, disjointed gasp, choked with extreme fear, escaped Hachiman's throat.

The hairs on his body stood on end instantly, and every cell in his body screamed in despair!

Hachiman Hikigaya's breath caught in his throat, and each heartbeat pounded heavily against his ribs, as if it were about to burst out of his chest.

The wet, sticky ground underfoot emitted a strong musty and rusty smell, mixed with some indescribable rotten sweetness that assaulted the nostrils.

In the distance, the hollow echo of water droplets hitting puddles could be faintly heard, sounding particularly jarring in this suffocating silence.

The helmet's cold plastic shell clung tightly to his sweaty palms, damp and slippery, almost slipping out of his grasp; it was the only tangible object he could hold onto.

Ahead, the figure huddled in the shadows of the corner of the passageway, its shoulders still twitching weakly and nervously, the intermittent sobs cutting through the tense air like dull knives.

"Save... help me..."

The voice was as faint as a whisper, carrying a heartbreaking sense of fragility and helplessness.

Hachiman Hikigaya's fingertips dug so hard into the edge of his helmet that his knuckles turned white from the excessive force.

Energy conservationism? The ironclad rules of survival? A hypocritical philosophy? At this moment, all of these are overwhelmed by an almost instinctive alarm that comes from deep within the spine—no!
The voice and the posture seemed to deliberately incorporate an excessive amount of despair, like a carefully applied sugar coating, encasing a chilling core.

His stomach cramped, and cold sweat slid down his temples, seeping into the corners of his eyes and causing a stinging pain.

He forced himself to take a step back, the soles of his shoes scraping against the sticky ground with a teeth-grinding sound.

Just as his heels had not yet landed firmly—

The sobbing figure suddenly stopped moving.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

Immediately, the drooping head twisted 180 degrees in an instant at an angle that completely defied the limits of human joint mobility!

The trajectory of the head's rotation carried a teeth-grinding, abrasive sound of bone friction, like rusty gears being forcibly twisted.

The tangled, long hair was flung aside by the violent movement, spreading out like black seaweed in murky water.

Beneath the long hair was a completely frozen, lifeless face.

The skin had a deathly bluish-gray hue, as if covered with a layer of cold mold.

Even more terrifying were those eyes—the sclera were cloudy like cheap opals, yet two tiny, dark, bottomless pupils were embedded in their centers, fixed intently on him. There was no human emotion in those eyes, only a pure, cold focus, as if assessing the value of a piece of meat on a chopping board.

There are no emotions in it, only the pure focus of a predator locking onto its prey.

The faint sobbing stopped abruptly.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable, neither-male-nor-female, piercing scream suddenly erupted!

The sound was like countless rusty metal sheets rubbing against each other at high speed, or like countless fingernails frantically scraping dry glass. It was so sharp that it almost pierced the eardrums, and it crashed and overlapped repeatedly in the narrow passage, forming a sonic storm that could drive you crazy!

"Hehe...fresh...food..."

The disguise has completely collapsed!

Without warning, a dark crack appeared in the center of that bluish-gray face.

No, it's not a simple crack!

It's more like some kind of folded, disguised structure that has suddenly lost its restraints and has begun to stretch and extend outwards wildly!
Skin, muscles, and adipose tissue are being forcibly torn and stretched as if by an invisible hand, producing a chilling, slippery tearing sound.

In an instant, the face disappeared, replaced by a terrifying fleshy tendril more than two meters long, twisted from flesh and skin tissue!
The ends of the fleshy tendrils hardened and shrank rapidly, forming a high-density bone blade that shimmered with a cold, pale white light.

What's even more disgusting is that those two turbid eyes haven't disappeared. Like two malignant tumors, they are forcibly embedded in the middle of this writhing whip of flesh and blood, still staring at Hachiman with unwavering greed!

Hachiman Hikigaya's pupils instantly contracted to the size of pinpoints, and the edges of his vision began to darken and distort.

Deep within the brain, the string called "rationality" broke completely when it witnessed this terrifying creation that exceeded the limits of cognition and endured the shrill scream that could tear the soul apart.

Energy conservation? Ironclad rules of survival? Hypocrisy?
The bricks that formed the fortress of his daily thinking were now crushed to dust by this pure, inhuman terror, vanishing without a trace like a sandcastle in a raging storm.

All that remained was the most primal, savage torrent of fear, carrying a chilling despair that instantly engulfed every corner of his consciousness.

At the bottom of this abyss of fear, an equally primal and savage force was squeezed out by the desperate situation—the last spark ignited by the instinct for survival!
“Ahhhh——!!!”

A bloodcurdling roar erupted from Hachiman Hikigaya's throat.

That was not a hero's declaration of war, but the last howl of a beast driven to the edge of a cliff, about to fall into an abyss of no return, a cry of extreme fear and desperate resistance!
The sound echoed violently in the narrow passage, almost tearing his own vocal cords apart.

Thinking? Strategy? Escape route? These concepts had been completely erased from his mind.

A scorching, violent force, like magma surging underground, instantly shattered every barrier that restrained his body!
Adrenaline is burning wildly in the blood vessels.

The body betrayed the will, no longer retreating, but instead suddenly pushing forward!
The sludge and puddles underfoot were trampled by the explosive force, splashing up a cloud of filthy water.

His gaunt body, like an enraged, dying bull, charged fiercely toward the terrifying being wielding a whip of flesh and blood with a desperate, suicidal momentum!
The muscle fibers groaned silently under the extreme stretch.

With all his might, he hurled the heavy plastic helmet at the terrifying mandible at the end of the long, fleshy whip, which was covered with spiraling, fine teeth, like a primitive man throwing a stone axe!
(End of this chapter)