Advent

dark.

Sticky.

dream.

reality.

His consciousness is gradually taking shape, slowly coming from the chaotic and crazy end, and then gradually condensing into actual "existence" from nothingness.

It was a wonderful feeling.

He had been dormant, deeply dormant.But now, the countless small perceptions that had been scattered on the other side of the darkness gradually recovered and gathered because of the arrival of someone...

He resurfaced from the abyss.

He wakes, He rises, He descends.

Because that person is approaching, coming to him from far away... all the way.

What used to be a tenuous and illusory connection gradually turns into a vivid and incredibly strong perception.

Surge, surge, wet pulsation.

Long before the complete cognition was formed, He had already approached him instinctively.There is nothing... not even his kindred could understand his satisfaction and joy at this moment.

He longs for him.

Longing in every sense.

until……

Until the opponent's fear is directly transmitted to the depths of his core along the slender tentacles.

Pulse waves travel through the nerves, nerve endings start to release adrenaline...sweat begins to form on the skin...the temperature rises...the heartbeat...begins to speed up...

He observed and perceived a series of reactions of the treasure in his arms because of his arrival.

New perceptions and long-standing memories were activated in His core.

He is fearing him.

Strong negative reaction.

disgust.

avoid.

Realizing that He was burdening him, the gathering and reorganization of His self-knowledge accelerated even further.

Immediately afterwards, His consciousness became more concentrated and specific.

[Alan is scared. 】

The idea came to me.

[Because His current form is far beyond what normal humans can accept. 】

This thought filled his body with tiny electric currents, and his core began to twitch, causing an unprecedented pain... completely different from the pain caused by any external trauma he knew before.

This pain seemed to come directly from his ego.

He began searching for human gestures that he had absorbed in the distant past, and he quickly picked out words that could describe the emotion.

Sad...and, depressed.

This is another brand-new self-cognition. He realized that Alan's fear would cause such great damage to his spirit-he didn't want to hurt Alan.

Because, He... "loves" Allen.

He began to retrieve human emotions and vocabulary again, and thought.

He then began to withdraw most of his "truth."

【need……】

[Changes need to be made. 】

At the same time, his core began to operate at high speed, and then...

Just as Rafael rushed out of the corridor and ran directly to the unconscious Allen, in the isolated "ward" hundreds of meters away from the two of them, the "ward" wrapped in countless sticky and dirty dark green mucus Raymond's heartbeat suddenly began to stabilize gradually.

Under his sunken eyelids, something slowly squirmed, and then bit by bit filled the inside of his dry and empty skull.

Skin, muscles, blood vessels...

The completely shrunken and even mummified human tissues began to repair themselves at a very slow speed, but what rebuilt those human cells and tissues was a kind of thick mucus with a strange dark green color.

The dormant cabin that once made Allen feel sick became extremely noisy and noisy. The green slime seemed to have a life of its own. They began to squirm, squirm, and finally turned into countless thin tentacles, from "Raymond "'s mouth, nose and pores penetrated into his body, refilling that extremely ugly mummy-like body.

This scene looked so terrifying and weird. Through the observation window of the rescue cabin on the curved surface, the researchers in the observation room could clearly see the unnatural mucus surge in the rescue cabin just by turning their heads.

"Well……"

In fact, one researcher did just that.

Observation rooms and "wards" were more affected by power outages than living areas, and the resulting chaos was more difficult to clean up.

He and his colleagues were immersed in the deafening and unusually loud sirens and human voices, and their boss Duran looked more neurotic than before.

"Go check out that goddamn rescue pod - that zombie better be fucking alive!"

The researcher heard Duran yell at himself.

The glass curtain wall between the observation room and the "ward" was stuck due to the previous power outage, and people had to frantically break the glass door open with their hands.Then, the researcher followed another colleague into the "ward" with a bitter face.

The green tide continues.

All the pipes... Those pipes made of wet and soft biological materials are trembling, and most of them have been broken, but what flows out of those pipes is not normal translucent nutrient solution, but A thick, viscous, green slurry that is sickening.

The slime was spreading on the ground like slime mold.

"ZiZi...ZiZi..."

The sound of wet water and friction filled the air.

However, the researcher's gaze only calmly swept over the rescue capsule.

He turned his head and nodded at Duran.

"Observe the target's physiological indicators are all normal, he is alive."

He said.

Duran's face looked better now.

"Recheck his life support system... that guy must be alive!"

Under Duran's nervous order, the researcher had no choice but to step forward with his colleagues.

They squatted together in front of the broken hose—this was indeed the console of the additional life-support circulatory system when the hose was still normal.

It's just that now, the operating table has long been covered with mucus.

The researcher still didn't seem to notice this matter.

"Thankfully, this thing is alright."

"It shouldn't be a problem. These systems are independently controlled, and it is impossible to be affected by a power outage..."

"That's what I said, but aren't the devices in the research room also independent power supplies? They were completely hung up just now."

The researcher and his colleagues muttered under their breath, waving their hands through the hoses bubbling green slime, pressing buttons that didn't exist.

Their expressions were calm and their attitudes were unusually natural.

It's like...they're really just checking out a machine that's working fine.

And behind them, separated by a completely transparent glass curtain wall, their colleagues... including the nervous Duran, seemed to have not noticed the problems in the "ward" at all.

Even the detection heads and analysis instruments that monitor the rescue chamber 24 hours a day are mechanically repeating monotonous lines and numbers as before.They didn't respond.

Only "Raymond" in the rescue cabin is still slowly changing.

Those green slime are still surging...