Cthulhu Panel: One organ mutates every day

A large, gray rat with scarlet eyes and a whimpering voice rushed towards the two of them.

"Here they come," Wayne said.

The mouse pounced on Lillian with incredible speed, but Lillian nimbly dodged to the side, flicked the blanket, and delivered a powerful back kick, sending the mouse flying and convulsing on the ground.

Wayne observed, "So smooth! Even with less than a third of her usual physical abilities, she can still do this? I'll have to get Lillian to teach me a few tricks later."

The creaking and groaning sounds came from below the cave again, and this time they were extremely frequent.

"Wow, there are so many! This is more stress-relieving than I imagined!" Lillian was already in battle mode.

As the dense sounds drew closer, rats began to emerge from their holes, almost like a fountain, constantly gathering and gnawing at each other.

"They will come together," Wayne cautioned.

"Simple."

Lillian spread out the blanket in her hand and covered the area with the most dense rats, then wrapped it around the edge, which immediately hindered the rats' "merging" progress.

"That's quite a technique?"

Wei En did as instructed, but due to insufficient technique, the effect was much worse.

But the red light emanating from the rat's eyes had already penetrated the sheet, and it quickly devoured the sheet before lunging at Lillian's face.

Lillian reacted quickly, clenching her fist and swinging it out, sending wisps of ash and flames flying, burning several rats in front of her to ashes.

However, the ash flames were very limited and were consumed in an instant. Lillian could only use a pillow as a shield, using the weighted pillow to swing the charging rat away.

The swarm of rats continued to attack, but Lillian once again conjured gray flames, threw a punch, and burned another batch of rats to ashes.

This was repeated skillfully and smoothly.

Wayne stared in disbelief. In the nightmare, Lillian's pollution characteristics were indeed very weak, so weak that they could be easily overlooked without careful observation, which was completely different from when facing the C-grade bloodline at Bob's house.

But soon he encountered the same situation: the bed sheet in front of him was gnawed through by rats, and a large number of rats jumped up and pounced on Wayne's face.

Wayne tried to pat the rats with a pillow, just like Lillian had, but there were too many of them, one wave after another, and it wasn't enough.

When I took the next picture, I clearly didn't get the timing right, and several mice almost jumped onto my face.

At the critical moment, he had a flash of inspiration. He inhaled through his chest cavity, creating a vacuum around himself for a moment, and then quickly exhaled. The airflow from his breath sent several rats flying in front of him.

"Luckily, I reacted quickly enough." Wayne stepped back, panting.

Lillian had also finished off the swarm of rats in front of her. Her eyes gleamed, her cheeks flushed, and there were minor bite marks on her fists.

"The rat bites don't even hurt, Wayne. I think this place is... um... a paradise for combat training!"

"Indeed, seeing you having so much fun makes me feel good too." Wayne rubbed his temples and chuckled softly.

The progress bar in the nightmare mode has a tenfold effect, so we can't waste this great opportunity to speed up our progress.

"Unfortunately, things seem to be getting a little tricky now," Wayne sighed softly.

Although he and Lillian had fought fairly effectively, at the cave entrance, the unhindered rats were already densely packed together, their eyes bloodshot, biting each other, sticking together, and forming a clump.

It has formed a "headless humanoid rat swarm" that is more than five meters tall.

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.

[Perception Lv.1 - Observation of the Microscopic] Progress 58.6%

Lillian glanced at the chewed-up pillow in her hand, blinked gently, and said, "Looks like... I have no choice but to grit my teeth and go for it. Come on, I like the feeling of fists hitting flesh!"

"Then your chance has come," Wayne said with a smile.

"Let's just test its strength. If it doesn't work out, we can always come back another time." Lillian threw down the pillow, stretched her wrists, clenched her fists, and remained excited.

"Okay, we won't suffer any loss."

Before Wei En could finish speaking...

The humanoid rat swarm, its entire body glowing with blood, took a step forward, raised its arms, and charged towards them.

"I'll do it!"

Lillian stood in front of Wayne, gathering wisps of gray flame with all her might. Her fist was covered with faint black lines. She twisted her waist to the side, pushed off the ground, and suddenly punched the "humanoid rat swarm" in the abdomen.

The "humanoid rat swarm" neither dodged nor avoided; the rats on its abdomen suddenly scattered, just as they were about to engulf Lillian's fist again.

A burst of gray flames erupted, triggering a small explosion that instantly reduced the scattered swarm of rats to ashes.

"Finally, we've inflicted effective damage." Wayne watched from behind.

But the swarm of rats seemed endless. As soon as Lillian's gray flames dissipated, they surged towards her again, their red light filling the air.

Lillian was surrounded and devoured by the swarm of rats, remaining silent, only smiling as she uttered:

"Wayne, I think I'm outmatched. I estimate this mutant's contamination level is over 7%. I had a really fun and exciting fight tonight, so I'm waking up now. Goodbye!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the "humanoid rat horde" devoured Lillian and continued to charge towards Wayne.

Wayne held a pillow in his hand, looking somewhat helpless.

"This time we had no choice but to fight bare-handed; next time we'll have to bring some firepower..."

Amidst the cacophony of squeaking rats and their hissing, Wayne and the pillow in his hands were gnawed to pieces.

"It still hurts a little. Why does it always bite my face first..."

……

6:50 a.m.

The alarm clock rang.

As the first rays of dawn shone through the French windows, Wei En slowly opened his eyes, looked at the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and quickly touched his face.

Because the nightmare was so real, even now, I still feel a lingering pain all over my body.

This time, however, when I woke up from the nightmare, I didn't see Lena's face at first glance like last time, and I felt a little disappointed.

Who wouldn't want to be taken care of by a mature, intelligent, and beautiful older sister?

Wayne sat up and saw that the bed, sheets, and pillows were still there, and breathed a sigh of relief.

I didn't get that torn page in my nightmare, and I'll probably dream about it again tonight.

However, since it can pull Lillian into the dream but not others, and Lillian's pollution properties and physical abilities in the nightmare are less than one-third of their usual level, this indicates that there is some kind of judgment mechanism for nightmares.

We need to investigate this during the daytime. I'll ask Lillian later if she remembers what happened in her dream.

Today is definitely going to be a busy day because I'm getting promoted to a full-fledged investigator.

Twisted threads converge before my eyes.

[Old Points: 0.2]

Currently, only [Sports] and [Knowledge] have not reached level 1.

Although I don't know exactly what the effect of [Exercise] is, if I can add some [Exercise], I will have more room to maneuver in the nightmare.

The only thing missing is "old points." Let's see if, after being promoted to a full investigator today, we can encounter a suitable pollutant with an "old feel."

Currently, it appears that the vast majority of pollutants carry an "old scent".

Of course, Wayne didn't know exactly what kind of aura it was, and could only temporarily refer to it as "ancient aura".

With a thought, Wei En saw the distorted threads disappear.

He got out of bed, stretched comfortably in the morning light.

"Alright, since I'm being promoted to a full investigator today, I might as well dress a little more formally."

"I didn't have the money or time for rituals in my past life, so I have to make up for it in this one."

After washing up, Wayne tidied his hair, chose a suitable light gray suit, tied his tie, and wore the 14K solid gold watch given to him by his sister Rosalind before heading to the Ritz Restaurant on the 8th floor of the Ritz Hotel.