Apocalyptic Extraordinary Convoy, I'm really not weird!

Su Ye's forehead instantly broke out in a fine layer of cold sweat.

Something is wrong!

This is definitely not normal hunger!

He looked down at his still flat stomach, and a feeling of absurdity and horror washed over him.

It felt as if my body was screaming wildly:

"energy!

We need energy!

More!

More!"

Reason told him it was dangerous, but instinct was like a wild horse that had broken free.

He reached into his backpack again almost without hesitation.

First, he took out a compressed biscuit and swallowed it in a few bites, but it did not relieve the pain at all.

Next came the boxed milk. He bit open the packaging and gulped it down. The cold liquid flowed down his esophagus, but it couldn't extinguish the fire in his stomach.

Chocolate, small bread, vacuum-packed braised duck necks, duck liver, chicken legs, duck legs...

His hands seemed to have a mind of their own, constantly taking food out of his bulging backpack, opening it, stuffing it into his mouth, and swallowing it.

His movements quickened, and the sound of his chewing became exceptionally clear at the edge of the silent camp.

The survivors around them, some sitting and some lying down, who were originally immersed in their own exhaustion or sorrow, were now all drawn to the continuous, almost frantic sounds of eating.

Those gazes were initially curious, then turned to surprise, followed by undisguised envy and jealousy, and finally coalesced into a complex, scrutinizing silence.

In the apocalypse, such extravagance of food is itself a remarkable act, especially when many people have risked their lives to obtain a harvest.

Su Ye felt those gazes, but he couldn't stop.

The hunger not only failed to subside, but instead intensified with the addition of more food.

His eyes began to redden, not because of emotions, but because of some kind of physiological congestion.

His vision began to blur slightly, and his breathing became heavy.

A buzzing sound filled his mind; a deep, seductive voice seemed to emerge from nowhere, echoing in the depths of his consciousness.

At first, it was as tiny as a gnat, but then it quickly became clear:

[Hungry!! ...So hungry!!]

This is not enough!!!...far from enough!!!

Look around... there's something even more delicious and filling...

【food!!!】

The sound did not come from the outside world; it originated from within him, as if it were the voice of his darkest desires.

It seems to be directed at those who are watching him.

Especially when he saw the old man and the young man walking towards him, his voice suddenly became sharp and excited:

Look! ...It's been delivered right to our door!

[Old... a bit stiff... lacking vitality!]

[Small...tender...full of vitality...what a wonderful tonic!!!]

Eat them! ...Eat them, and you'll be full! ...Really full!!!

[Power... You will gain power!!!]

"Young man..."

An old voice rang out nearby.

Su Ye suddenly looked up, her bloodshot eyes meeting a wrinkled face.

She was an elderly woman in her sixties with gray and messy hair, holding the hand of a seven or eight-year-old boy. The boy's eyes were fixed on the food in Su Ye's hand and in his backpack.

"Young man, you've got quite a lot of stuff."

The old woman spoke, but her tone contained no pleading; it sounded more like an accusation.

"I've been watching you eat for ages."

In this world, life is tough for everyone, but if you're young and strong and eat so much, you should also think about the elderly and children, right?

At my age, taking care of my grandson, I haven't gotten much to eat all day.

"You have so much, it's only right that you share some with us."

As she spoke, she glanced at Su Ye's still bulging backpack and the empty bags scattered on the ground.

The boy was even more direct; seeing that Su Ye was just staring blankly without saying a word, he assumed she was acquiescing.

She sniffed, then reached her little hand straight for the opening of her backpack, wanting to reach inside for something.

"Get out of here!"

Su Ye squeezed out two words through gritted teeth, her voice hoarse.

He tried to brush the boy's hand away, but his movements were stiff and slow.

The hunger in his body and the seductive voice almost overwhelmed his reason.

The boy's hand had already grabbed the bag of the top bread in the backpack.

They touched your things! Your food!

If they take your food, then eat them!

Now! Eat them!

Accept your power! You are no longer an ant!

"ah--!"

A short, startled cry.

It was neither a boy nor an old woman.

It was sent by another survivor who was secretly observing this area from not far away.

As Su Ye struggled against extreme hunger and inner turmoil, the sight of the bread the little boy took caused a slight wavering in her resolve.

In an instant, a strange change occurred!

Several shadowy, ethereal things, somewhere between reality and illusion, suddenly shot out from his shoulder blades!

That wasn't a rope, it wasn't a weapon, it was more like...

The tentacles of some living creature!

The colors are a mix of black and red, and the surface seems to have a dense, creepy structure resembling constantly opening and closing suction cups or mouthparts.

The speed is beyond imagination!

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Two soft, yet chilling thuds.

One tentacle pierced the old woman's chest with pinpoint accuracy, while another similarly pierced the boy's chest, its tip sinking into his flesh.

The expressions on their faces froze instantly. The old woman's sense of entitlement turned into extreme horror and bewilderment, while the boy's greed transformed into pure pain and incomprehension.

There wasn't much struggle.

The tentacles seemed to possess their own life and will, and began to wriggle and suck violently the moment they were penetrated.

The old woman and the boy's bodies shrank visibly, their skin lost its luster, tightly wrapped around their bones, and their eye sockets became sunken.

Their clothes hung loosely on their suddenly shrunken bodies.

In just a few breaths, the red and black intertwined tentacles slowly retracted into Su Ye's body, leaving no holes or wounds on his skin, or even on his clothes.

On the ground, there were only two empty sets of clothes, slightly stained, and some grayish-white powder that looked like it had been weathered for many years.

This corner of the camp was deathly silent.

Everyone nearby who witnessed this scene looked as if they had been choked, their faces drained of color, their pupils dilated, filled with unparalleled fear and bewilderment.

Some people even collapsed to the ground, their legs giving way, their teeth chattering.

Su Ye stood there, her head slightly bowed.

The terrifying hunger that was driving him almost insane...

Disappeared.

An unprecedented sense of fullness and explosive power swept over Su Ye's entire body like a tidal wave.

It wasn't just the satisfaction in my stomach; every cell was cheering and jubilant, filled with a kind of cold, violent, yet incredibly powerful energy.

The hunger that had almost driven him mad just moments before vanished completely.

At the same time, a large amount of clear and cold information flowed into his consciousness: