Cthulhu Panel: One organ mutates every day

"These are all equipment from the bureau. If you two need any equipment in the future, you can let me know in advance, and I might be able to bring some in."

"There will be a next time?" Ethan asked.

"Yeah, unless you can take down those rats this time, you'll most likely come back next time," Wayne said with a smile, telling a lie.

"Okay, let me see what equipment I have." Ethan started rummaging through the latrine.

Lillian also stepped forward and, based on her memory of the rat mutants from last time, began to select them on her own.

Wayne picked up his revolver and the mithril bullets Theodore had given him. The mithril bullets had proven quite effective when they first faced the "Headless Humanoid Rat Gang".

Ethan and Lillian were both experienced, and after looking at the instructions that came with the equipment, they quickly understood how to use it.

Wayne, however, still planned to use his revolver and crowbar, partly because they were more convenient to use, and partly because he needed to increase the progress of the [movement].

Since we had plenty of equipment and it was our first time trying this, the strategy we came up with was quite simple.

That is to throw them all into the rat swarm.

However, after learning that the rat variant has two forms, one is a scattered swarm of rats, and the other is a clustered rat monster.

Ethan suggested:

"I've seen Theodore use those mithril bullets in your hand before, and they're quite effective. They're best used on rat monsters, and you have to hit the same key spot."

"No problem." Wayne finished loading the mithril bullets.

Lillian picked up the flamethrower and incendiary bombs, remembering her own bomb gun, her eyes crinkling with excitement:

"I can use both of these."

"Okay, then I'll use chemical agents." Ethan slung the backpack containing the corrosive agent over his shoulder.

The three of them, equipped with their gear, stepped out of room 213. Instead of a corridor, they found themselves in a crimson mist.

The scene suddenly changes, a tree-lined path appears, and the South Cemetery is right in front of us.

Following the clues from the tattered pages, Wayne led Ethan and Lillian straight toward Benjamin's grave along the dirt road.

During this time, Wayne used his thoracic sac to dispel the scarlet mist.

Wayne and Lillian kept sharing with Ethan the whole way, talking about the fun they had last time using duvet covers and sheets to catch mice, such as how being bitten by mice didn't hurt at all, and how catching them one by one was very stress-relieving...

The nightmare seemed to have been transformed into a sweet dream through conversation.

Soon, we arrived at Benjamin's grave.

There was an open grave pit containing an open coffin, which was empty.

There is a small mound of earth dug out on the outside of the pit.

The bottom of the coffin had a dark hole leading underground.

The sense of the fragment lies in that pit that has never been descended into, deep within the cave.

A creaking sound came from deep within the cave.

"Since you say those rats have red eyes and will bite anything, I'll just scatter rat poison." Ethan stepped forward and scattered rat poison on the ground near the entrance of the hole.

One of them is a pure white microcrystalline powder, and the other is crushed cornmeal mixed with gray-black crystalline powder.

Then, a dense swarm of large gray rats with bloodshot eyes and whimpering cries rushed out of the hole.

Much more than before.

Wayne asked in surprise, "There are significantly more rats than the previous two times... Why?"

A dense swarm of rats emerged, attracted by the aroma of the powder scattered on the ground, and began to gnaw on it.

A large number of them died. They varied in size.

Among them were some smaller, young mice.

Rat poison is indeed effective, but some rats can withstand its effects and rush over.

"I'll apply the corrosive agent."

Ethan pulled a rubber hose from beside the steel pressurized tank behind him, adjusted the nozzle to high-pressure mode, and sprayed out a corrosive mist wall that covered ten meters.

The charging rats were firmly suppressed, black smoke billowed, and the smell of burning protein filled the air, corroding the ground and creating pits.

"This quantity...is considerably more than you said." Ethan was also using a corrosive spray weapon for the first time and found it quite interesting.

"Wayne, look, there are a lot of little mice in the hole. It seems like they've been breeding in the hole all along," Lillian said.

"Yes, I've noticed that they keep multiplying when we're not in the dream world," Wayne said.

The swarms of rats continued to pour out, and they seemed to have a strategy. Instead of rushing out directly, they dispersed around the cemetery and attacked Wayne and his companions from all directions.

Lillian took the short-handled incendiary bomb, lightly struck it with a flint, and threw it towards the outer swarm of rats.

Explosions rang out one after another, flames burned, and walls of fire spread.

Wayne went to the other side, wielding a crowbar and frequently engaging his arm and waist muscles to their limits. He was already able to handle the not-so-dense swarm of rats with his bare hands.

With the added oxygen from breathing, even with repeated use of the Extreme Body technique, muscle soreness doesn't develop too quickly.

One by one, the rats were smashed with crowbars, blood splattering everywhere.

[Sports Lv.1 - Extreme Body] Progress 1.0%, 2.2%, 4.2%, 6.5%...

……

Because the equipment was varied but not plentiful, the three quickly ran out of firepower.

The number of rats did not decrease at all; they stayed in place, biting each other and sticking together, slowly forming a "headless humanoid rat swarm".

[Sports Lv.1 - Extreme Body] Progress 11.0%

[Breathing Lv.1 - Empty Breath] Progress 34.6%

Wei En, panting, prepared his revolver: "I didn't expect that bringing a whole box of equipment wouldn't be enough; the rat-killing weapons are only so-so."

"There are too many rats. The special weapons are not only few in number but also weak in firepower. I think we can try heavy firepower. In the face of such a huge swarm of rats, the firepower coverage should be quite effective." Ethan took off the empty pressurized backpack from his back.

"Or, if the team leader were here, with his special ability to assist us, our current weak abilities could still produce considerable results." Lillian threw down the flamethrower in her hand and assumed a fighting stance.

"learn."

Wayne understood that his subconscious had the characteristics and effects of Team Leader Matthew, but not Team Leader Matthew's past experiences.

To fully sketch out the outline and drag it into the nightmare, we need to get more information out of Chief Matthew and get closer to him.

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.

Wayne raised his pistol, took a breath, aimed, and fired.

Bang bang bang.

Each bullet struck the waist and abdomen 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.

Because the light burst from hitting the rat monster's waist and abdomen repeatedly, it almost tore the rat monster apart.

Unfortunately, just two rounds of fire were enough to use up all the mithril bullets Theodore had given him.

The humanoid rat swarm paused briefly before accelerating forward again.

"Looks like the chances aren't great this time. Since it's just a dream, let's wait until next time. Next time I want to play with heavy firepower," Ethan said with a helpless smile.

"Me too, Wayne, we'll be going now." Lillian and Ethan charged forward together, engaging in close combat with the humanoid rat horde.

Ash flames exploded one after another.

Ultimately, the two were no match for the enemy and were completely devoured.

The humanoid rat swarm continued to hiss, carrying a bloody glow, as it charged towards Wayne.

Wayne had given up the struggle.

There's no chance anymore.

The rat population is multiplying too quickly and needs to be suppressed as soon as possible.

If it's a nightmare again, ditch the rat-killing weapons and bring in more heavy firepower; see how effective it is at eliminating the rat swarm...

Next... is what happened after I woke up from this nightmare.

After waking up, I found myself in room 213 of the Metropolitan Grand.

While you are still conscious, be sure to remember your action plan after you wake up.

First, prevent her sister Rosalind from coming to the Metropolis. There might have been a problem when the original owner and her sister attended a dinner at the Grand Hotel two weeks ago.

Secondly, if you encounter another uncontrollable situation, you should crush the Soul Pearl to release all its pollution, try to regain a sliver of clarity, and attempt to communicate with Him.

He kept repeating these two pieces of information in his mind, hoping that he would remember them when he woke up.

Soon, Wayne was completely devoured by the rat horde.

……

……

With a slight, gnawing pain, Wei En awoke from the nightmare and slowly opened his eyes.

fortunately.

You still remember the action plan, that's good, that's good.

Before I could calm down, there was a crisp knock on the door, and the waitress's voice reminded me:

"Sir, your afternoon tea at the hotel has been prepared. Would you like it brought to you now?"

Wayne propped himself up on the edge of the bed. He was really hungry and wanted to eat another meal, so he said in a hoarse voice:

"Okay, please bring it over. I'd like two servings, thank you."

"Yes, sir."

The female server outside the door responded and left.

Wei En quickly tore a piece of newspaper from the bedside table and wrote two lines of Chinese characters with a pen between the letters.

'Stop her sister Rosalind from coming to the Metropolis.'

"Crush the Soul Amber Wood to try and regain a sliver of clarity."

These two pieces of Chinese text information may be the key anchor points.

But where should this note be placed?

Should I put it on the bedside table? Or stick it on the wall?

These two positions are quite obvious, but I still feel like something's missing.

After all, one can't stay in the room forever.

After thinking about it, he decided to crumple the paper into a ball and put it in his pants pocket.

Only by carrying it with you can you feel safer.

Wayne felt the crumpled paper in his pocket, repeatedly instilling the key points and crucial processes into his memory, ensuring they were as effective as subconscious instructions. Then, he breathed a sigh of relief, got up, quickly washed up, and began to enjoy the afternoon tea that had been served.

Gradually, he realized something was wrong.

Wait...afternoon tea?

He quickly checked the time; it was already 3 p.m.

It's afternoon again.

Why was the morning session skipped?

No, it's too late. We need to contact Rosalind immediately and stop her from coming to Metropolis.

Wayne stopped eating, left room 213, and ran to the lobby on the first floor of the Grand Hotel.

Fortunately, the hotel lobby was normal, with guests coming and going, and the front desk and staff were all there.

A scene of harmony.

Wayne breathed a sigh of relief and used the hotel front desk phone to call Rosalind's office.

Wayne: "Hello, this is Wayne, connect me to Rosalind."

On the other end of the phone.

Female assistant: "Young master, the chairperson boarded the plane at the Federal Capital Airport this morning. She is on exclusive flight 369 and is expected to land at the Metropolitan Airport in about half an hour. She will be picked up by a private car and taken directly to the Grand Hotel."

Wayne: "Really? That's great! I happen to be in Metropolitan Airport too. Tell me your flight details and I'll pick her up."

After the female assistant finished explaining the flight details, Wayne hung up the phone.

A faint smile of joy graced his face.

It's wonderful to be able to reunite with my sister Rosalind.

She came to the Grand Hotel, and I happened to be there too; there will most likely be some kind of business dinner tonight.

Tonight will be a pleasant night.