Clown Game
Chapter 384 - 362: Death Part 3

Chapter 384: Chapter 362: Death Part 3

Another village, the tendrils found every human on their own, devouring them completely, leaving not even a trace of bone residue, then converging into Dos’s body. He calmly accepted these disgusting pieces of flesh and blood, closed his eyes, and let them burrow into his body, savoring the gradual increase in his power.

Evolution, this pathway was limitless and exceptionally simple,

Since he had awoken from his last task in the Dark Realm, he had possessed this ability. Hunger, desire, craving the flesh and blood of the humans around him, he found that the products of the Dark Realm, which should have disappeared along with the invasion point, were still hovering around him, clustering, as if infatuated with him. He should have felt disgusted and burned them to ashes, but somehow, he seemed to feel a dependence on these ferocious entities, a joy from deep within his heart, as if they were a part of his own body.

Then, as if possessed, Dos began to touch that slimy flesh, trying to accept it. He didn’t know what he was thinking; he just did it, and those disgusting things, as if summoned, excitedly surged towards Dos, merging into his body.

Pleasure!

A pleasure that transcended all experiences, fulfilling, as if the original self was incomplete, and this process was filling the void. Dos almost moaned in pleasure and felt his power seemed to strengthen a bit... or rather, he had become more complete. He knew that something terrible must have happened to him, but he didn’t feel the slightest distaste. Instead, he felt this was how he was meant to be; he had finally found a purpose—to become more complete. It seemed like a calling from his instincts, impossible to resist.

So... Dos fell.

He didn’t return to his team, didn’t send any signal that he was still alive, but instead hid his tracks and laid low. On a torrential rainy night, Dos attacked a passerby, killing him with his tendrils, shredding him, and absorbing every bit of his blood. That unique sense of satisfaction... In that moment, Dos knew he could no longer resist this feeling.

Afterward, Dos began to move through sparsely populated areas, hunting individuals who were alone. Fortunately, he found that his power was still weak, seemingly not enough to alert the Foundation’s detection satellites. But soon, he was not satisfied with just that, and began targeting groups on highways or in the suburbs. Later, he directly started massacring small villages. His power grew stronger, and his appetite climbed with it, and it was then that he was finally detected by the Foundation’s anomaly sensors... The result was that he ended up consuming several of the field teams.

He was like a ghost that could never be satiated, eating, eating, eating, until now, having consumed countless humans to nourish his body.

Dos took a deep breath, feeling his increasing strength: "No, not enough, this is too slow!" he thought, like a mad addict constantly seeking a higher thrill: "Let’s go to the city, some coastal cities, with denser populations... or, should I try luring some more of the field team personnel? Those enhanced guys are so much tastier than regular people."

After feeding, emptiness followed, forcing Dos to start planning his next move.

Suddenly

He sharply looked in one direction; he felt something—far away, nearly a hundred kilometers away, at the last village he had visited; it seemed someone was touching a part of his body, washing it, kneading it...

"Hmm... Anyone wandering there at this time must surely be from the Foundation..." he said to himself with a smile.

...

Let’s shift our focus back to where the Omega Squad was. At this moment, Nolr had just placed the meatball he was holding into a container handed over to Abraham for safekeeping. Generally, the products of the Dark Realm could only materialize within a fixed range, and as everyone knew, this "range" was not exactly a safe place for non-combat personnel to wander around. Therefore, until now, no aberration had been studied. And this bullet-like little meatball was undoubtedly a very precious research item.

Abraham stuffed the container into a small space that opened up in his body, seeming a bit depressed.

"You say... all this is related to Dos, what do you mean?" he hesitated, then asked.

Nolr stood up. "You’ve seen the footage from the last missing squad; then you should guess the answer."

Abraham fell silent again; indeed, he had guessed, but he didn’t want to admit it. Could the tentacles and screams that appeared in those images, the remnants of those villages, the missing bodies, and the missing field team personnel... were all Dos’s doing? Were these products of the Dark Realm brought by Dos?

"How could this be?" he murmured quietly.

Just then.

"Buzz—Buzz—"

His personal communicator began to vibrate. Considering the time, the message was undoubtedly from Chiyuki and Ziliang; one was on a solo external mission, and the other had been delayed a few days due to "Pacific Division" issues and had just managed to free himself to reunite with the group.

Abraham pulled out his communicator to connect, and sure enough, Chiyuki’s somewhat chubby face appeared on the screen.

"Hi, we’ll land in 5 minutes, send us your location," she said, toggling controls on the dashboard with one hand, the other hand dangling something on the side.

"Okay!" Abraham replied. "Location sent. But it’s a bit chaotic nearby; you might need to find a place further away to land..."

Seeing Chiyuki’s image, the Bluebird happily bounced over, cheerfully poking her head into the screen: "Hello~" she greeted childishly; then, "Hey, Chiyuki, are you holding something in your hand?" she asked curiously.

Chiyuki was startled, looked down instinctively, "Oh, a piece of Ziliang," she said nonchalantly, and casually returned a neighborly sister-like smile to Bluebird.

Although everyone knew about this outcome, they still uncomfortably twisted their bodies. Hmm... indeed, Ziliang hadn’t had an easy time on this journey.

Just as they thought this, in the distance, a tiny ’dot’ sped towards them.