Apocalypse, then transforming into a magical girl

……

The sound came again.

What was that sound?

Tinnitus? The sound of rain? Or a monster?

He couldn't tell the difference at all anymore.

Everything he heard from the outside world seemed to be veiled by a thick layer of water. His gradually dulling senses made him acutely aware that death was approaching.

Only one sound was clear.

It was a futile hissing sound from his own throat, caused by extreme thirst, as if it were coming out of a broken bellows.

He blinked with difficulty, and the remains of the battery pack, which had been almost completely dismantled, cast a gray shadow at the edge of his field of vision.

The iron that had once saved his life was now a cold block of iron, offering no further help.

He struggled to lift his head, trying to see the sky outside the window, but all he could see on his retina was a bright red.

Those two legs that had disappeared a few days ago are starting to hurt again.

It wasn't the sharp, excruciating pain, but rather a hollow, tingling sensation.

The sensation came from below his thighs, making him want to scratch, but there was nowhere to scratch. He could only futilely tighten his abdominal muscles, trying to fight against the torment that came from nothingness.

The right hand too.

He subconsciously wanted to use the hand that had been gone for days to touch the child on his back.

Of course, nothing happened.

He moved his shoulders with difficulty, trying to feel the weight on his back.

Once upon a time, that small, warm body behind him was the sole reason for his existence, the anchor that kept him from falling into death.

But now, he can't feel the weight anymore.

Is it because her broken body has become completely numb, or because the child is already...?

He couldn't think any further; his thoughts were no longer under his control, and he stumbled back to that hellish day.

He had forgotten the monster's full appearance, only remembering its gaping maw and the nauseating stench of its flesh during the fight. A sharp pain shot through his legs, and then he heard the sound of his bones being chewed up.

However, he survived, at the cost of both his legs. Blood gushed out, and black, viscous fluid writhed. He had no time to feel pain or sorrow; the instinct to survive overwhelmed everything.

He struggled to climb up here, pulled out the electric iron, and plugged in the battery pack.

……

The red-hot iron was branded onto the flesh, and the smell of charred protein instantly filled the entire room. He gritted his teeth until the black, writhing creatures turned to charcoal under the intense heat.

The excruciating pain nearly made him faint, but the small, warm body on his back reminded him that he couldn't give up yet.

The misfortune did not end there.

His right arm, which had come into contact with too much rainwater and monster fluids, soon began to mutate as well, even growing tentacles.

But it didn't matter, he got a kitchen knife from the kitchen.

In the end, he became this mutilated monster with only one arm.

But he still had to live on, for the sake of the child on his back.

With his only remaining left hand, he clumsily learned how to feed the child water and how to clumsily hang up the flammable materials he found to create that makeshift fire trap.

The days passed by in this numb struggle.

until that day.

"Boom—!"

A deafening roar shook the ground beneath his feet.

He struggled to climb to the window and saw the survivors fighting in the distance.

At that moment, the flame that had been extinguished in his heart for a long time was instantly rekindled!

But what followed was an even deeper despair.

Unable to send any signal, he was trapped in this ordinary concrete prison, like an ant that had lost all its limbs.

No one would notice him, and no one could notice him.

……

How long has passed since that explosion?

One day? Two days? Or three days? He had no idea.

All he knew was that the small body on his back had stopped moving at some point.

The last thread that kept him going seemed to have quietly snapped.

He felt all his senses failing. All the sounds outside turned into chaotic white noise. His vision began to blur, and everything in the room seemed distorted and melting.

However, at that moment, he suddenly felt that there seemed to be a strange sound coming from the chaotic white noise.

He couldn't clearly distinguish what it was, and he was too lazy to try. He just felt that it was getting closer and closer.

It's probably another monster.

Yeah.

The burning trap had long since run out of fuel, and the last bottle of water was empty. He had become a cripple, and the things on his back were no longer moving.

There's really no reason for me to continue living.

It's more dignified to do it yourself than to be torn apart by those ugly things.

He reached out his only hand, groped around, and finally grasped the small knife that he always kept beside him.

The blade was dull, but it was still sharp enough to cut the carotid artery.

He pressed the blade against his skin, and in that instant, he felt no pain whatsoever, only a sense of relief that he could finally die.

He made a forceful stroke.

Warm liquid gushed out.

The world seemed to be slowed down.

The remaining crimson in the field of vision became even more intense.

What did he hear...? Was it a scream?

very noisy.

In the crimson light, two figures seemed to appear. Were they here to take me and my child down below...? How wonderful.

and many more.

There seemed to be... a slight movement on my back?

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Xia Zhaozhao held her breath and didn't say a word, entering what she considered a very professional stealth mode.

Although it seemed quite clumsy to Bai Shuyuan.

The bloodstains disappeared around a corner. It seems the monster that drags humans is just ahead!

She moved over with extreme caution, lowering her center of gravity to its lowest point, ready to launch a sneak attack the moment she saw the enemy.

Then, as soon as she turned the corner, a very impactful image crashed into her retina.

There were no monsters, no lair, only a man with only one hand, slowly slicing his own neck with a small knife.

Blood gushed out the moment she spotted the man.

"Dry!"

A vulgar curse slipped out of his mouth. What's going on?

While her brain was still processing this scene that was completely different from what she had imagined, Bai Shuyuan moved!

She dashed out in an instant, leaving almost a blur.

Then, Xia Zhaozhao watched in disbelief as Bai Shuyuan, with an absurdly fast speed, directly blocked the man's carotid artery with her own fingers!

"...Why did you suddenly commit suicide, you idiot!"

After realizing what was happening, Xia Zhaozhao rushed over as well.

With Bai Shuyuan around, there was no need to worry about that man anymore. She saw something tied up with rags behind the man... a child?

She hurriedly untied the cloth bundle and carefully checked the child's breath.

It's breathing!

"Isn't he still alive?"

Xia Zhaozhao turned to look at the man, unsure how to react. If Bai Shuyuan could save him, she would definitely give him a good scolding.