I sell Coke in the doomsday

I slowly stood up, blood slowly flowing down my arms and falling onto the yellow sand.

The sun had sunk into the distant horizon. My expression was complicated and weird. I grabbed the green flesh with one hand and put it into my mouth, biting it into big bites.

The flesh that was difficult to bite before now became like tofu under my teeth and broke into pieces at the slightest touch.

I knew that the flesh and blood I had swallowed before was taking effect, strengthening my body, increasing my bite force, and making me more and more like a monster.

As I swallowed the monster's flesh and blood, some fragmented memories flooded into my mind.

According to that cerebral palsy god, these memories should be the memories of that monster. Once I completely eat that monster, I will be able to obtain all his memories.

But based only on those fragmented memories, I was able to come to a conclusion that made me collapse.

The monster in front of me was once a human.

And then, do I have to eat him bit by bit?

I didn't have much time to think, because the monster rushed towards me again.

This time, I didn’t just stand there, but my classmate roared and ran towards the monster, looking a little stupid.

In the desert, two figures, one big and one small, collided with each other with a loud bang. As expected, my body flew backwards again, but at the same time, a large piece of green flesh and blood appeared in my mouth.

I never thought of a head-on confrontation, my goal has always been the monster's flesh and blood.

The moment my body hit the ground, I wolfed down the flesh and blood, which made my throat dry and astringent, as if it was cut by something and the pain was unbearable.

Step, step, step.

The monster rushed towards me again. I stood up suddenly and punched the monster's head hard with my anger.

My small fist came down with tremendous force, and the monster's huge body was knocked sideways by my punch.

As I moved more and more like a wild animal, the power in my body became more and more exaggerated.

That kind of brutal, unparalleled power brought an indescribable pleasure and madly tore at my sanity.

My stomach suddenly felt rumbling with hunger. The green flesh and blood seemed extremely delicious at this moment, making me salivate.

There was also a tempting voice that kept talking in my ear.

"Eat, eat, it's not enough, not enough."

This made me almost crazy, and I pounced on the huge monster and bit it madly.

My sanity seemed to have completely collapsed. My eyes were filled with ferocity and bloodshot. I bit and chomped at the surface like a pathetic wild beast.

Strength! Unrivaled strength fills my limbs!

Unprecedented power!

As I swallowed countless amounts of flesh and blood, the strength in my body grew stronger and stronger, while the monster became weaker and weaker and could only make faint wails.

Suddenly, I stopped gnawing and stared at the wailing monster under me and my bloody hands.

My face turned pale, as if I had lost all my strength. I slumped down on the monster's broken body, covered my face with my hands, and murmured weakly,

"I'm human."

Chapter 81 Mirage

"I'm human."

Yes, I am a human being.

Even though I am arrogant and wishful thinking, I, who call myself a monster, still consider myself a human being.

The monster under me, even though its face is as hideous as a green-faced and fanged evil ghost, is also a mutant from a human being.

If I ate him, it meant I ate a person.

I don't want this kind of ending. I can kill him, even if the means are cruel, but I must not eat him.

This is the boundary I set for myself and it is also my constraint. Once I cross this line, I have no idea how many times I will cross the bottom line again.

The so-called bottom line, once crossed once, we lose all reverence and keep making mistakes.

But...but.

I gasped for breath and clenched my fists slightly. An indescribable power was flowing through my limbs. This powerful force was like a poison that drove people crazy.

As long as... I completely eat this monster, I will be able to gain more power, and I can use this power to save more people.

Thoughts like these keep lingering in my mind, making me struggle and driving me crazy.

The green monster was already in tatters, with large amounts of blood flowing out from under its body, quickly dyeing the yellow sand red.

A strong fishy smell was brought up in the wind and sand. I sniffed the smell gently, slowly raised my head and looked at the sky.

My mouth was covered with coagulated blood, and even my forehead was stained with blood. Yellow sand brushed against my face, and my hair swayed slowly.

At this moment, I look more like a real evil ghost than the monster under me.

For ten years, a full ten years, I tried hard to live like a human being and numb myself.

I have traveled through mountains and rivers, fled all the way, been called arrogant, and nailed to a high platform, but I still told myself.

I am a human being.

But now, my persistence has become cheap and ridiculous. If I eat the monster in front of me, I can save more people in the future. If I don’t eat this monster, I can still arrogantly call myself a human being.

A disgusting choice.

I lowered my brows, looked at the dying monster beneath me, with a gloomy expression, and spoke in a low voice.

"Sorry."

After saying that, I lowered my head, slowly opened my mouth, and bit the monster's wound. The strong smell of blood instantly rushed into my mouth, but I just closed my eyes and bit the monster under me hard.

It's time for me to grow up.

If I can save more people, I am willing to put aside my arrogance, my self-esteem, and my qualification to be born as a human being.

I can continue to live as a monster. Next time, if I am nailed to the altar again, I think I will no longer have the right to complain.

While biting, my expression became ferocious and humiliated, crazy, unwilling, and countless complex emotions flashed through my mind one by one, and in the end, only numbness remained.

The unpleasant chewing sound echoed in the desert, and the blood and flesh stained with the sand were swallowed into my stomach.

I said to myself, this is not man eating man, but a monster eating another monster.

Are you deceiving yourself? Maybe.

……

after a long time

The clouds in the sky gathered and dispersed, and the bright moon hung alone in the sea of ​​stars. The silvery-white light fell gently like a thin layer of silver gauze.

The temperature around me was getting lower and lower, but my body was getting hotter and hotter. The restless blood was slowly boiling, burning my body.

I stood in front of a pile of bones, looking ahead in despair and feeling lost.

In fact, I can live this life without any pain or itchiness, so why should I still be reluctant to let go of my past self?

Under the brilliant starry sky, I stumbled forward like a puppet, one step deep and one step shallow in the yellow sand.

As I completely devoured the monster, his memories also flooded into my mind in their entirety.

But those memories don’t have the answers I want.

I still don't know what the so-called gambling game is. After all, this monster was just created by that god with cerebral palsy to torture me.

In a trance, I missed a step, my body suddenly became unstable, and I rolled down the sand dune.

My body kept spinning and spinning until I felt dizzy. When my body stopped, I felt that the whole world was still spinning.

The temperature in the desert at night was abnormally low. The chill stained the sand on the ground, making me feel like I was lying in an ice cellar.

I lay on the cold sand, looking at the starry sky above my head, and slowly exhaled a breath of hot air.

The white heat slowly rose, dispersed, and disappeared.

Above the Milky Way, every star is so bright and dazzling. In comparison, I am so small and fragile.

"Pooh."

I spat towards the starry sky, then stood up and continued walking forward.

I slapped my face, put those questions behind me, and thought to myself with some self-deprecation.

So what if I am a monster? There are already so many monsters in this world. What would it matter if there is one more?

I tried not to think about what I had done and just kept moving forward.

The soft sand sank under my feet, and then it was covered by a layer of yellow sand.

However, no matter which way I walked, the scenery around me did not change at all, except for the sand.

As time went by, the temperature around me became lower and lower. My body gradually could not withstand the severe cold and I was frozen like a grandson.

As I was walking, my knees went weak and I fell to the ground. I tried hard to stand up, but my limbs were too stiff to move.

The temperature difference in the desert is extremely large. It is as hot as a furnace during the day, but can drop to minus 20 degrees Celsius at night.

My body kept shaking, I gradually lost the feeling of my hands and feet, and my consciousness gradually became blurred.

Under extremely low temperatures, people often have many hallucinations and a sense of heat before they die.

And at this moment, I am in the stage of hallucination.

Unlike those seemingly real dreams, this illusion was extremely real.

In the hallucination, I saw another life of mine.

The other me did not gain immortality, nor did I have the ability to take out a Coke anytime and anywhere. I was just an ordinary human being.

Born, go to school, grow up, work, and then the end of the world comes.

I followed the fleeing crowd and hid in the mountains and forests, where we established a stronghold. One cold winter, the people in the stronghold discovered a man with an immortal body.

So we placed that immortal body on the altar, ate his flesh, drank his blood, and survived that cold winter.

Everything seems reasonable and natural.

I don't feel guilty or self-blame, but I just take it for granted.

He is immortal, and he has the power and the responsibility to keep us alive.

But suddenly one day, the immortal body enshrined on the altar escaped, and I couldn't help but get angry and curse loudly.

"Coward, selfish bastard!"

The illusion suddenly split, and I seemed to have become another person.

This time, I was a young teenager with few memories of civilized society, and I firmly believed in my beliefs.

I have a younger brother. In order to prevent him from becoming a slave working in the fields, I joined the team that was collecting supplies.

The job was dangerous but I had no choice and luckily everything went smoothly.

I killed a lot of people, many, many people I didn't know, and I didn't think there was anything wrong with it. They wanted to live, and I wanted to live too.

It has nothing to do with love or hate, good or evil.

I just want to live.

During a mission, we encountered a madman. I chased him with a gun, but in the darkness, a mountain axe hit me hard on the head.

As the blood gushed out, I watched the man step on my head with his foot and pull the axe out of my skull.

This was a very absurd illusion. In my hazy consciousness, I turned into many people, but their faces were covered with a thin layer of mist, and I couldn't see their facial features clearly.

But... I feel like they are very familiar.

My consciousness was lost in this ethereal illusion, constantly dying and coming back to life, repeating the same cycle, with other people's lives.

I don’t know how long it took, but my consciousness finally escaped from that strange and absurd illusion.

The wind blew past my ears, and I felt my lips were so dry that they seemed to be cracked, and my body was burning.

I slowly opened my eyes, and the dazzling sunlight rushed into my vision impatiently.

After a moment of stunned silence, my brain finally reacted.

Its daybreak.