abnormal mutation

Chapter 33 The Cemetery of Rest
quiet!
No one responded. The empty streets were shrouded in mist, devoid of lights, smoke, or human voices.

"B-Big Brother, don't scare us, what's wrong?" Targen asked in surprise, and the others also looked flustered.

"Don't ask, get your weapons ready, we're going to fight to the death." Roland didn't say much, because he knew they would forget it soon enough.

The group looked at each other, but still drew their weapons, formed a circle, and put their weapons outwards.

The surroundings were silent, and the fog mixed with the night, forming an invisible wall that surrounded the group of people, creating an increasingly eerie sense of oppression.

"Thump—" Roland was startled and turned around to see Luke lying on the ground.

“Luke.” He had just squatted down when he heard Luke’s even snoring.

"Big brother, I'm so sleepy." Targen said sleepily, and before he could finish speaking, he leaned against Andrew and closed his eyes.

Andrew was also drowsy, and after a few seconds of struggling, he fell asleep instantly while holding Talgen.

Only Evan stared intently, his right hand gripping the crossbow, his left hand gripping Roland's arm tightly. He seemed to sense something, his face filled with bewilderment and reluctance: "Brother..."

"Don't worry, I'm here." Roland put his arm around him and let him lean against Andrew.

"Tap, tap, tap—"

Slightly heavy footsteps echoed from the mist, their direction unclear, yet growing ever closer.

Roland stood up in front of them, drew his hunting knife from behind, held it upside down, and placed his right hand on his waist, ready to draw his gun at any moment.

With a creak, the courtyard gate opened, and the footsteps suddenly grew louder. Two thin, dark figures emerged from the mist, moving slowly, as if dragging something heavy behind them.

"Bang—" The heavy object landed, and two figures stood up, their dark eyes fixed on Roland. Behind them was a coffin.

"What are you? You've got some nerve!" Roland roared. With the enemy now revealed, he was actually less nervous.

He didn't know if this was a trap deliberately set for him, or a murder to silence him after his abnormality was discovered. In any case, this was probably the biggest crisis he had encountered since he transmigrated.

“No ordinary person has ever remained conscious in my slumbering cemetery. You are truly exceptional, Roland.” The voice was deep and muffled, seemingly coming from inside a coffin.

"It seems this wasn't an accident." Roland's heart tightened, but he forced himself to remain calm. "Did you cast the Nightmare Killing Technique? Who are you? What do you want?"

"Clearly an ordinary person, yet you exude extraordinary qualities in every way. Your soul is powerful, your five senses are so keen that the magic array I painstakingly set up failed. You are also intelligent. You are the most perfect body I have encountered in the past hundred years, hehehe..."

The word "body" made Roland tense. He himself had transmigrated here, and he never expected that the body that had benefited him would be targeted by others. He just didn't know what this strange extraordinary person wanted to do with his body.

"This is the Sid Empire, and the Law Enforcement Bureau is not far away. Aren't you afraid of the Law Enforcement Spirit Domain?" Roland said coldly. He was happy to drag things out as long as the other party was willing to talk nonsense.

"Heh, the Enforcement Spirit Realm is already half-paralyzed. Don't worry, no one knows any of this. Tomorrow when the sun rises, Roland will be reborn and go where he belongs." The extraordinary one's voice was hoarse, tinged with melancholy.

"If you have such ability, why did you have to show yourself in such a hurry?" Roland certainly didn't believe it. "Possession" sounded absurd. Even in the extraordinary world, it was impossible for just any Tom, Dick, or Harry to know how to do it.

Moreover, he felt that the other party was being cautious and probably didn't want him to get hurt, otherwise why would they bother talking to him?

"Because you have too many unforeseen circumstances." The voice rang out again, "Roland, let's make a deal. You give up struggling and become one with me, and I will not implicate anyone else."

“Threats have no effect on me.” Roland took two steps forward, closing the distance to the coffin to within ten yards. “I’m curious, with such a vast empire, why did you choose me?”

"Because our star orbits intersect, and the stars complement each other, our characteristics are compatible."

“But I don’t have the talent of an extraordinary being.” “Of course not, that’s enough for me.” The other person seemed to know what Roland was thinking. “No one will come to save you. The optimal time for the ritual is approaching. Have you thought it through?”

"I'm thinking about your mother—"

Roland suddenly drew his gun, pointed it at the coffin, and with both hands working together, he kept pulling the trigger, and the gun fired, shooting towards the coffin.

"Bang bang bang-"

Six shots were fired in quick succession, each hitting its mark. Several holes were torn in the coffin, the wood fibers broke apart, and small splinters flew everywhere.

"Ah, there's a gun! Grab him—" This change clearly angered the extraordinary one in the coffin, and the two old men pounced on him.

Roland tensed, quickly retreating a few steps, pulling out bullets and reloading rapidly, his eyes never leaving the coffin. To his disappointment, the extraordinary one's voice was full of energy, not at all like someone who had suffered a serious injury.

The two elderly men, their hair white, moved stiffly but charged with incredible speed. Roland dodged the old man's attack and kicked him in the waist with a sharp thud, his instep stinging as if he had kicked a metal plate.

'Damn, this is definitely not normal.'

He instantly withdrew his fist, which was about to strike the old woman, and ducked to avoid the attack. But the next second, he felt a chill down his spine. He turned around and saw that his fur coat had been ripped open, and some fur was hanging on the old woman's withered palm.

The two elderly people stumbled a few steps before regaining their balance, then awkwardly turned around and lunged at him again.

"Clang—" The last spent cartridge case landed, the bullet was inserted, and the cylinder clicked to reset.

Roland completely ignored the two old men behind him, picked up the fallen hunting knife with his left hand, held the gun in his right hand, and headed straight for the coffin. Black mist appeared on his chest, and the two wolf mercenaries were ready to pounce.

"A futile struggle; people always have to suffer a bit to truly understand themselves." Accompanied by the extraordinary one's sarcasm, an invisible wave flew out from the coffin, arriving almost instantly.

The two wolves suddenly gave a warning, and Roland panicked, but he was not extraordinary and could not sense it, nor did he know how to deal with it.

The two wolves could no longer restrain themselves and simultaneously revealed their forms. Kili leaped forward, using his body to catch the invisible wave, while Frederick transformed into a streak of black light and viciously pounced on the coffin.

"Ugh—" Kili whimpered as he fell to the ground, trembling all over in pain, too weak to even roll over and howl.

Roland was heartbroken. The two were of one mind, and he understood the excruciating pain of having one's skin peeled off and one's heart ripped out piece by piece by Kili's flesh, internal organs, and genitals, reaching deep into the marrow.

But he didn't stop, following closely behind Fridge, his gun firmly pointed at the coffin.

"What is this? Impossible..." The voice inside the coffin suddenly rose in pitch, years of understanding being challenged, and the brain unable to process it all at once.

Furious, Frederick rushed to the coffin and bit down with his gaping maw.

"Crack—" The wooden plank shattered, instantly creating a large, dark hole.

With a wolf's claws, Frederick struggled to tear open the hole, only to find a layer of black film on the surface of the coffin, smooth to the touch and chillingly cold.

Ignoring everything else, Frederick launched a frenzied attack, his wolf claws creating layers of afterimages. The eerie light wrapped around them collided frequently with the black membrane, tearing off pieces of black residue. The black membrane was visibly thinning at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What the hell is this thing?" the extraordinary one exclaimed in exasperation.

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