Devouring World Dragon

Chapter 229 Monsters and the New World
"Ugh... ugh..."

A drunken white man slumped over a trash can on the side of the street, accompanied by the sound of him vomiting repeatedly.

The man felt like he was about to vomit; the sour taste in his mouth was unbearable. He vomited for a long time before he could barely recover, but the consequence was that he felt his stomach was also cramping.

"You've really had too much to drink."

Standing there unsteadily, his vision blurred, the drunken man banged his head hard, trying to clear his head. He shook his head and finally began to see things more clearly.

In the dim twilight, the wide, interconnected streets were deserted. Cars were haphazardly crashing together, some even breaking through guardrails and smashing into shop windows, scattering shards of glass across the ground. Some of the buildings lining the streets had their lights on and doors wide open, but no one was there.

Yes, there's nobody there, not a single person.

Pedestrians on the road, drivers in cars, security guards at the entrance, waiters in coffee shops, police officers on the street... I didn't see a single person, whether on the street, in a car, in a shop, or in a building.

Suddenly, it felt like the end of the world had come, and I was all alone in the world.

The man was somewhat bewildered; he had never seen anything like it before. In bustling New York, it was always the place of hurried pedestrians and rushing vehicles. How could things have suddenly changed like this?
Just as he was getting completely drunk, an earthquake struck? A flood? Or a terrorist attack? So an emergency evacuation was necessary? But wait, he didn't run into the evacuation crowd.

The bewildered man couldn't understand what was going on and tried to guess, but he still didn't know what had happened here.

He took out Noah's phone, intending to make a call to inquire, but found only a dial tone; the call had not gone through.

Upon closer inspection, there was no signal?
"FUCKYOU!"

He couldn't help but curse. Noah's phone couldn't even get a signal? This company, Noah, is supposed to be the world's largest mobile phone manufacturer. I think it will go bankrupt sooner or later.

Despite the cursing, they should at least figure out what happened and go home.

"This place... seems to be near the Morgan Library, right?"

Based on his memory, the man vaguely recognized his location. Upon realizing it, he cursed under his breath, wondering how he had ended up here in such a daze. He must have been drunk; thankfully, he hadn't been in a car accident on the way.

I wanted to take a taxi back, but there were rows of luxury cars here, none of them driven. I don't know why the owners would be willing to abandon these cars.

It seems I'll have to walk back by myself.

As the man was about to leave, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a blurry figure walking from the end of the street. When he actually saw the figure, he was speechless with astonishment.

In the golden afterglow, the naked girl walked towards him.

Her long red hair swayed in the wind, her well-proportioned and beautiful body, her dangerous and cold dark purple lips, and her indifferent and composed demeanor all exuded an inhuman and bewitching charm.

For some reason, the man's mind inexplicably only associates "beauty, power, and terror".

He found it hard to describe his feelings at that moment, as if he were seeing a tiger emerge from the jungle. Its soft fur was beautiful; its sharp claws and teeth were powerful; but when he looked into those cold, merciless, round pupils, he felt nothing but dread.

But that feeling lasted only a moment. The instinctive fear dissipated, replaced by the man's restless desire.

It's rare to see such a beautiful woman on the street, let alone one who is completely naked. The man immediately wanted to go up and strike up a conversation.

"Hey, ma'am, are you in some kind of trouble?"

Whistling, the man stretched out his right hand, intending to walk up to her and strike up a conversation.

However, the other person seemed not to notice him and continued to walk forward.

Then, the naked body bumped straight into his right hand... as if it hadn't encountered any obstacle, the naked girl and the man brushed past each other and walked forward.

Meanwhile, the man stared at the smooth cut on his arm, the blood gushing out, and the belated pain seemed to finally register in his mind.

"Ah...ah...ahhhhhhh..."

He instinctively covered his severed arm with his left hand, but the excruciating pain from his arm still made the man howl in agony. He was so in pain that he couldn't stand up and had to kneel on the ground.

Tears and snot started flowing uncontrollably.

But a lingering sense of unreality, as if he were in a dream, remained incredulous that his arm was truly severed. Only when he saw his broken arm with his own eyes could he realize that it was real.

Pain, disbelief, and a host of other emotions filled his heart, but after the excruciating pain came a deep fear that rose up along with his instincts.

Who was that person just now?

He saw it clearly: he had only stretched out his hand, and when the person bumped into it, his arm seemed to be swallowed up, leaving only this smooth cut.

He endured the pain and looked toward the figure behind him.

In the pale golden afterglow, there was still that graceful figure, walking forward without realizing what had just happened, without even pausing.

However, looking at that naked back, the man felt only deep fear.

That's not human, absolutely not human.

The man was certain that it was not a human he knew. That attitude of completely ignoring humanity suggested some kind of life form far superior to humans. Humans were like the most insignificant specks of dust before it, automatically ignored and disregarded even if they were seen.

Looking at that figure from behind, it was as if the pain in my arm had disappeared, because the fear of that mysterious figure far outweighed the pain in my body.

He gritted his teeth, tears streaming down his face. But he dared not make a sound, lest he attract the attention of that figure; only his body continued to whimper involuntarily.

This tall and strong man was now like a frightened puppy.

"...That's strange, there's nobody here."

With his hands on the steering wheel, Old John looked somewhat bewildered and asked in confusion.

Just now, I went to the nearby public toilet to relieve myself, but when I came back, I found that there was no one on the street.

On the street, cars were crashing haphazardly together, some still pressed against walls with their engines running, as if their owners had been driving just moments before and then suddenly disappeared.

Old John felt it would be very difficult to move his car, which was blocking the road.

The strange thing wasn't just the deserted street. He clearly remembered that before he urinated, the sun had already set and it was dark, but now it seemed that the sun was still on the horizon, with some time left before it set.

I tried to make a phone call, but the internet connection inexplicably dropped, and I couldn't reach anyone.

The many strange occurrences made old John feel vaguely uneasy.

Left with no other choice, Old John turned off the engine, got out of the car, and prepared to go elsewhere to find someone to help him.

"Snapped."

After closing the car door and looking at the deserted streets, Old John felt increasingly terrified, even though he was in Manhattan, the most bustling part of New York City.

"God, what's wrong with me today?"

he muttered.

At the same time, a voice sounded behind him.

“Mosunaru (ancient Serpent language: interesting)…”

The young woman's voice was indifferent and calm, yet it carried a strange, bewitching power.

Startled, old John nearly shuddered and turned around, only to see a beautiful hand coming towards him...

Those slender, long fingers were so white they seemed inhuman, devoid of any color, crystal clear like ice and snow, cold yet beautiful.

"..."

Without the slightest hesitation, as swift as a hot knife through butter, the seemingly slender fingers pierced straight through Old John's cheek.

"what……"

A sharp pain shot through his cheek, but he was forced backward against the car by immense force. Old John's cheek was pierced by several fingers, and he was in so much pain that snot and tears streamed down his face. He looked utterly grotesque.

But a naked girl appeared before him.

Her long, flowing crimson hair was like flames; her dark purple lips gave off a dangerous and unsettling feeling, and most importantly, old John couldn't see her eyes...

Whether it was due to the light, the angle, or something else, all Old John could see in front of him was a pair of pupils like black holes, nothing at all, just greedily devouring all the light.

However, Old John could sense that those pupils weren't looking at him, but rather at the car behind him, his own Mercedes.

Those dark, deep pupils gazed at the familiar three-pointed star symbol, yet realized it wasn't the icon from their memory; though similar, it was still different.

"For example, hehehehe...Usup Zhehuduguyangyan? (Ancient Serpent Man's language: Hmm, hehehehe...A similar yet different world?)"

Seemingly devoid of any human sense of shame, even when exposing one's body to others, there was no change in expression on one's face. In Old John's view, those dark purple lips opened and closed, uttering a low and strange language, followed by laughter.

Old John couldn't understand what she was saying, but he could sense the danger she was in.

How could someone whose finger can easily pierce a human's cheek not be dangerous?
"Ah...ah..."

Old John felt as if his entire face was about to be torn off by the woman in front of him. The rich nerves in his face made the pain even more intense, and he could only make a cry for help, trying to get some pity from the girl in front of him.

But the young girl in front of him seemed not to hear him, and instead moved her hand to touch the three-pointed star symbol in front of her.

Old John, whose cheek was pierced by fingers, was forced to move his head, stumbling and staggering to prevent his cheek from being torn apart again. A deep fear welled up in his heart.

The girl in front of me—no, she's a monster…

Old John felt no sympathy or pity from her, or rather, no human emotion whatsoever. She was cold and indifferent, as if she hadn't heard his pleas and pain at all, colder than iron.

He even had a vague feeling that he was like a speck of dust falling into her hand, completely oblivious to her presence, as if she hadn't even realized that her fingers had pierced his cheek.

What exactly is in front of me?
Fear filled old John's heart.

As if it had already received its answer, the naked body continued to walk forward. Such a huge movement finally made it impossible for Old John to keep up, and those fingers decisively tore apart his cheek, knocking him unconscious...

Meanwhile, a surveillance camera flashed a red dot, transmitting data to somewhere.

……

An underground military base near New York.

This base, built specifically to prevent nuclear war, has almost all its wiring buried ten meters underground to block EMP attacks caused by nuclear bombs. It is also one of the few institutions that can receive surface signals relatively normally.

"Number 166, special intelligence..."

(End of this chapter)