Cthulhu Panel: One organ mutates every day

Wayne's lips twitched as he looked at the five-meter-tall "humanoid rat swarm" in front of him.

"How could I possibly defeat it? It's guarding the cave entrance, and the scent of the tattered pages is inside. I can't get through. Should we retreat?"

Wei En took two steps back and looked back at the path he had come from.

The entire cemetery was once again shrouded in a crimson mist, and the dirt road we had come by was no longer discernible, just a blurry mess.

There was just a vague feeling that there was no turning back, no way to retreat; this was the end.

"This must be a dream, right? This must be a dream, since it's a dream..." Wayne stopped retreating and stared directly at the humanoid rat swarm in front of him.

The humanoid rat swarm devoured each other and whimpered, the sounds of thousands of rats overlapping and faintly turning into the roars of wild beasts.

The roar momentarily dazed Wayne.

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"So fierce?" Wayne smiled helplessly, gripped his revolver tightly, and his eyes turned cold.

Since it's a dream, let's give it a try.

Perhaps after destroying it, we can safely descend into the cave and find the remaining pages by following our senses.

Try using mithril bullets to see how effective they are against it.

The humanoid rat swarm, its entire body glowing with a blood-red light—a light formed from dense, scarlet eyes—stepped forward, raised its arms, and charged straight at you.

"Bang bang bang—"

As Wayne raised his gun and fired, he retreated, emptying the magazine of mithril bullets, then quickly reloaded and emptied the magazine again.

Each bullet struck the torso of the humanoid rat swarm, and a fist-sized ball of silvery-white light emerged from the point of impact, immediately suppressing the blinding blood light.

The mithril bullets were surprisingly effective.

Unfortunately, the mithril bullets Theodore gave them were used up in just two rounds.

The humanoid rat swarm was hit by mithril bullets, causing blood to splatter everywhere, their forms to become unstable, and their speed to slow down.

"Try the regular special bullets again."

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Wayne created distance, constantly adjusted his position, and switched to firing ordinary special bullets.

Even when it hits, the effect is mediocre, lacking the significant lethality of a mithril bullet.

"Mithril bullets are still the best, they're a rare commodity in the Eastern Continent."

The humanoid rat swarm reformed and caught up at full speed once again.

At this point, shooting with ordinary, specially made bullets is no longer of much use.

"I wonder how effective it is in melee combat."

Facing the charging swarm of humanoid rats, Wayne gripped his crowbar tightly and, while retreating, attempted to swing it.

The crowbar had barely touched the "arm" of the humanoid rat swarm when it was swallowed up by the swarm of rats that surged forward like liquid.

Wayne felt the crowbar slip from his hand and be "snatched" by the rat pack.

"The weapon is too weak, it doesn't do any damage."

Thinking this, Wayne was gradually losing his strength, so he took out the chisel wrapped in waste newspaper from his pocket.

The chisel in Benjamin's house that smelled of corpses.

"This chisel has a trace of its past, so it should still be usable, albeit barely."

"Since it's all just a dream anyway, I'll just expose you."

Wayne stopped retreating, tore away the old newspapers, gripped the chisel tightly, and turned back to charge at the humanoid figure.

He raised his right hand and thrust it forward, determined to pierce the abdomen of the humanoid rat mass.

But the humanoid rat mass instantly dispersed from its abdomen, avoiding the chisel, and the disintegrated rat swarm immediately surged up and enveloped Wayne.

Swarms of rats with bloodshot eyes crawled all over Wayne, tearing at his clothes and flesh.

"We simply don't have enough weapons..."

In a fit of excruciating pain, Wayne gradually lost consciousness.

In a hazy state, he felt a cool sensation on his cheeks and neck, with a soft touch, as if it were being pressed and stroked.

"My face, my neck, it looks like they've been gnawed all over..."

……

As the phantom pain murmured, Wayne slowly opened his eyes.

The crystal chandelier casts a warm yellow light, creating a tranquil and serene atmosphere.

Before me was a gentle, feminine face, with warm, almond-shaped eyes that framed a delicate oval face, a straight nose, and moist lips. She possessed a perfectly mature and captivating charm.

At this moment, she was looking down with gentle eyes, holding a damp towel and carefully wiping the sweat from Wei En's forehead.

"Sister Lena? Where am I..." Wayne panicked for a moment, rubbing against the pillow and looking around. Only after confirming that he was lying on his bed in room 3013 did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Humanoid rat horde, what a nightmare...

"Oh, Wayne, you're awake. Don't move around too much." Lena's voice was gentle as she gently pinched a towel with her slender fingers and patiently wiped Wayne's cheeks.

"Sister Lena, what are you doing in my room?" Wayne hesitated before lying down steadily, letting the scent of Lena's hair linger in his nose.

Due to the nightmare, Wayne's heart was pounding, and the phantom pain of being gnawed at by rats still seemed to linger.

But looking at Lena's stunning face, my heartbeat gradually calmed down.

Lena carefully wiped away Wayne's sweat, explaining slowly and deliberately:

"When I woke up this morning, I heard that your second group went on a mission in the early hours of the morning and encountered a special situation. In the end, the action section also participated and gained a lot. Of course, you also made a great contribution."

I made the home-style breakfast you wanted this morning, but you were helped back to the hotel by Ethan in the early hours of the morning and have been asleep ever since, so I didn't bother you.

As it turned out, you slept all day. I saw that it was already evening, and I was worried that you were hungry, so I thought I'd bring you some dinner and put it on the food cart outside.

Just as I was debating whether or not to come in and check on you, I heard you shouting something outside the door. I guessed you might be having a nightmare, so I took the liberty of opening the door and coming in to check on you.

Is it already evening?

I actually slept all day?

Wayne glanced at the night view outside the window and asked, "How did the operation at dawn end?"

"Don't worry, the operation went smoothly. The Operations Division successfully eliminated an A-level mutant and brought back its remains, which are of great research value. Your Team 2 of the 7th Division has earned a third-class merit this time. You're just a trainee investigator, only been here a few days, why are you working so hard? Even a messenger shouldn't be pushing themselves this hard..."

As Lena wiped, she leaned forward even more, her breasts overflowing and almost touching Wayne's face.

As Wei En inhaled the woman's fragrance, his nose almost touching the gap between her breasts, his ears burned, and he instinctively held his breath, his voice faltering slightly:

"Lena, Lena-neechan..."

"Huh?" Lena seemed to realize she was too close, so she quickly moved away, gently brushing her hair aside, a soft smile in her eyes, composed and gentle.

After the two overflowing scenes had receded into the distance, Wayne finally dared to breathe heavily, avoiding Lena's gaze and turning his head away, thinking to himself:

'Phew, I almost messed up.'

"I've never experienced anything like this in my past life."

"We really lacked experience in this area of ​​investigation, and we were almost contaminated and eroded again."

"But my heartbeat has calmed down a lot now. My mature older sister is definitely more soothing."

Lena noticed Wayne's evasive gaze and, worried that he was still very weak, moved forward slightly and asked softly:

"You haven't eaten much all day, you must be starving. I've prepared dinner for you, do you want me to feed you...?"