Clown Game
Chapter 286 - 273: The Return of the Dark Realm (XXVIII)

Chapter 286: Chapter 273: The Return of the Dark Realm (XXVIII)

"Is it my fault?"

Dos surged forward, his single foot stomping the ground, and merely starting up he kicked the white tiles and the concrete beneath into pieces.

Those people... they should have found the invasion point in about an hour as per my plan, and I would have quickly arrived at that location. The whole mission was supposed to be that simple... In fact, this was how every mission was arranged in the past, and each was completed successfully!

Why did this mission turn out this way? Was it because the area was too large, or because there were too many people?

Maybe... it really was because I didn’t take into account so-called human nature?

Is that so...

I should have realized it long ago! Especially when I learned that the original team was divided into two groups!

This Dark Realm was different from the others; too many people were involved. Some warning signs had already appeared, and I didn’t even notice!

Arrogance...?

Dos’s mind uncontrollably pondered this, but his body showed no signs of impact. His movements were swift, strong, and incredibly coordinated, activating every muscle instinctively—as if it were his nature.

Yes, instinct...

Instincts are irresistible. Those people would feel fear, would go mad; that too is instinct. And instinct is not a fault... so who is to blame?

Is it me?

Dos burst through the damaged wall, running over sticky blood and flesh. It was like moving forward in a birth canal, a dim light shining in the distance. Years ago, he too had been pushed out of a gap like this, taking his first breath. That was... rebirth!

And this time?

Maybe... it really is my fault...

Even the most loyal soldiers would feel fear and doubt, let alone in this Death-shrouded Dark Realm!

It’s like a puddle of water where I dropped ink.

It’s me...

Dos thought... But this was just a crude metaphor, and he didn’t dwell on it, such as who the "ink" signified. Actually, he didn’t even notice his emotions fluctuating considerably. These thoughts just drifted slowly and unnoticeably through his conscience, releasing a dark color whose meaning no one knew.

It’s like a drop of ink falling into clear water, inadvertently staining everything.

Dos burst out of the building as the wild wind began to wreak havoc, blood rained from the sky and everything in sight was dyed crimson. Blood gathered into a vast expanse, submerging everything that surged toward it, and ultimately swirling into that bottomless vortex. The sphere that was placed there, once dispersing mist, could no longer contain its gathering—a monstrous abomination had taken shape. It continued to coil its body, with a crazily flailing tentacle above it, reminiscent of a monstrous hybrid between a centipede and a snake, magnified to the thickness of a building. Each swing collided with the surrounding buildings, causing them to crumble and stones to scatter. Inside Dos’s goggles, a bright number

"15"

was also leaping incessantly.

...

"You... must take responsibility..."

"Take responsibility!"

A sharp voice echoed in his head, gnawing at his wits like an insect, annoyingly screechy.

But the people are dead... how can I take responsibility?

Am I to bear the guilt, unease, and the hatred of everyone’s lives?

How could that possibly be...

Those people’s lives were meant to uphold the stability of this world.

Just like me.

In a field operatives unit like this, life and death are commonplace.

So, I needn’t care.

Right! I needn’t care!

...

He steadied his spirit, jumped high, tracing a comfortable arc through the air; at the same time, he raised his gun, cocked it, then from behind his waist, he inserted the two precious remaining bullets into the chamber, all of his movements precise to the extreme and quick to the extreme.

Afterwards... Dos aimed at the giant mutated creature directly below him!

He took aim...

This was a very ordinary reaction, but appearing on Dos, it seemed extraordinarily unusual.

In the past, even if the target was tens of kilometers away, as long as he had sufficient data, he would never make the action of aiming, but at that moment, at such a close distance, his heart wavered a bit.

Only Dos himself didn’t realize...

Subconsciously, he was afraid—what if he missed!

Although that was impossible!

He could absolutely guarantee the compression bomb’s range would cover the entire mutated creature, but what if...

"Whatever, it’s always good to be cautious," he thought... and then, as usual, he pulled the trigger.

The bullet left the barrel, and, just as usual, flew straight toward its target.

Everything was as usual; Dos had even put away his long rifle, found his landing spot, and at the same time, began to formulate his next plan of action...

He would take a minute to reach Abraham’s position, no, maybe 40 seconds would be enough, there was one more compression bomb left, working with his teammate, they could definitely take care of another Level 17 mutant creature. After this, the remaining survivors should have enough time to rendezvous with Abraham, and as long as they joined up with him, they wouldn’t be in danger anymore. So, he could then look for another point of incursion.

Yes, another point of incursion! There were two points of incursion in Dark Realm! Only this could explain why Dark Realm continued to exist even after one point of incursion was cleansed!

Even though the mission had its twists and turns, ultimately, it would be accomplished. Every problem... would be resolved, because he had the ability to solve problems.

Dos landed on another high-rise rooftop; behind him, the compression bomb detonated silently, a ten-meter radius sphere of immense pressure erupted instantaneously, and everything inside was crushed into debris in the blink of an eye, including blood that turned into fine crystal particulates hard to distinguish with the naked eye. It was like a sudden scarlet fog that appeared out of nowhere, then cascaded down, covering the hemispherical crater below the road, which the strong winds then scattered, who knows where.

...

The very next second after he touched down on the building, he stood up, didn’t even think to look back, bent down ready to run towards Abraham’s position.

He didn’t want to waste a single second

However

...

Why was the fierce wind still sweeping through?

Suddenly, the earth shook again! Not like the tremors just now, but like a seismic, earth-shattering quake.

Dos abruptly turned, hence a colossal beast made of piles of flesh ferociously barged into his view, soaring over lofty structures, piercing the sky, countless tentacles like the bristles of a feather duster stuck around the mutant creature, wildly thrashing with the wind. Bits of mud and broken stones rained down as they were struck, hitting all around Dos, creating a thunderous noise...