Chapter 21: Large Body of Rotting Flesh…

(Marinkia’s POV)

This zombie was somewhat special, but it didn’t have those glowing eyes. Instead, it would seem to be some kind of experiment by Grant. After all, I feel no sadness over the idea of killing it like I do with other zombies now.

Marinkia: “Did Grant create you?” I ask, drawing my Katan.

Giant Zombie: “Roar!” He roared once more.

Ah, so it doesn’t speak? This thing must have been the one to dig that hole. From the bodies, I noticed a few were very fresh, and looked like they were wearing civilian clothing. This must be his nest.

Marinkia: “The place that you were created is now your nest? You must be a human from my old people… You like to stay home, that is.” I say with a laugh.

Knowing what that bastard is capable of, I wouldn’t put it past him to kidnap his own people for experiments. And, since he did it in secret in this abandoned city, I am more inclined to believe this theory of mine.

Slash!

Cutting away at the monster, I find out a problem. Even with my Katana, which is the sharpest weapon that I have on me, I couldn’t do much damage. I could cut the zombie, but he would quickly regenerate faster than I could cut him.

Marinkia: “Are you a boss monster!?” I yell in annoyance.

Its response to me was just another pointless roar. Was what the point of creating such a monster? My guess is that they wanted to figure out the zombie and Numen virus. But how does that end up creating this dude?

Instead, it was probably making a monster to deal with the Numens and zombies. From what I can see, his maw is filled with sharp teeth. Very good for shredding zombies to paste.

Marinkia: “So… you are a weapon?” I ask, not expecting, and not getting a response.

Seemingly pissed off at my attacks, and me avoiding its mouth, the giant zombie sprouted long arms from its body. Good lord… this thing really is a manmade horror monster…

Slice!

Cutting the arms that sprung out to grab me, this was getting annoying. The arms seemed to be completely endless. Not to mention, the damn thing just kept getting more and more pissed off that I wasn’t dead and gone already.

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Looking around the room, I didn’t see those two at all. So, this fight isn’t interesting enough for them? How annoying… Whatever. I don’t need them to praise me while I fight. Though, that would be nice…

Hours Later.

Down to the end of my stamina, as I was still really a normal human, the monster was still going strong. The room was filled with the monster’s blood, and my own blood as well.

Somewhere along the line, the monster started to sprout sharp spear like flesh weapons from its body, which would pierce or cut mine. I was actually injured far more than when I fought Axel not that long ago.

Did Axel go easy on me? No, I don’t think so. It’s just that this monster is completely different. It was like they had made an almost completely immortal weapon. No wonder it eventually managed to break out.

Or… did a Numen break it out and let it go on a rampage? It’s hard to say. But what isn’t hard to say… is that I am running out of options! The monster, which I had no idea if it was doing it on purpose, completely blocked the exit.

Marinkia: “Where the hell were you even hiding while I was exploring this place?” I ask, spitting out blood from my mouth.

Looking at some broken windows, I could see that my eyes were shining once more. I understand now… My still human body is a complete bottleneck for my Numen powers.

Marinkia: “Shit!” I exclaim.

While I was distracted by my appearance, like I was some damn narcissist, the monster had shot out a long arm and grabbed my leg. Slamming me all around the room, which hurt greatly, and which probably broke a few of my bones, the monster then swallowed me whole…

A Blackout Later.

Rubbing my head, I was sitting on some fleshy surface. Oh, right… I was swallowed up by that thing. Ouch!… Though it swallowed me whole, I did get cut by its teeth on the way down.

That is to say, that I was cut up all to hell and back. I still had everything on me, though. Eating some super food and super water, I waited for my wounds to heal up. I was still using my Numen powers, so I will heal up fast.

After waiting for half an hour, I was fully healed. The fact that I could just shrug off all that damage was kinda weird. As the monster bit me and scratched me, it was clear that it wasn’t a zombie at all.

Instead, it was a manmade abomination of some kind. If this was Grant’s creation, I have to praise him for it. Though I do doubt that Mai or Mercedes would fall to the monster, most zombies would easily fall to it.

Slash!

Taking my Katana, I slashed at the stomach of the monster. Much to my great annoyance, the damn thing didn’t take any damage at all. In fact, my slash was rewarded with sparks like I just struck another weapon.

Isn’t this taking having an iron stomach to an absurd level?… Soon, the stomach acid rose from the lower pit. The smell was horrible, and the acid would probably and easily eat away at my body. Quickly, I had to get away from it.

Rather than a slash, I decided to stab the stomach. Much to my happiness, the stab worked. Taking the Katana out of the stomach, I jumped up as I high as I could, and then stabbed once more.

Now I was surely up high enough to where the damn death acid wouldn’t reach me. While waiting, I thought of an interesting topic. Why was I okay with this?

I was an active girl, but I was very sheltered like most people are these days. In all of the scenarios that I have ended up in so far, shouldn’t I have already gone insane from experiencing them?

Rather than go insane, I was honestly fine. There wasn’t any mental strain on me at all, and I honestly felt like I could get out of this situation alive as well. The only question really was, why am I so calm all the time? Well, I do have a lot of time to think about this question right now…