This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!-Chapter 208 - The Truth of the World
Chapter 208: Chapter 208: The Truth of the World
Chapter 208: Chapter 208: The Truth of the World
Ying Baiyi quickly scrambled up from the ground, his right hand glowing with golden light, as a bolt of lightning appeared in his grasp. He held his breath and hurled it at the newly spawned monster.
The lightning pierced through the creature and exploded in a golden flower in the narrow corridor, splitting into many strands of smaller bolts that ricocheted back and forth in the hallway. Diana covered her head with her jacket and dropped to the ground.
“Were you scared just now?!” Ying Baiyi asked angrily.
“What?! You mean I shouldn’t have dodged the electricity you threw?” Diana exclaimed, kneeling on the ground grasping her bleeding stomach.
“I mean the monster, were you afraid of that thing just now?” Ying Baiyi clarified.
Diana remembered what Ying Baiyi had said before, that these flying monsters would keep splitting infinitely as long as certain conditions were met…
It seemed that the condition was fear…
“I wasn’t, just now some other survivors came out to take a look…” Diana explained.
“Damn it! Damn it!” Ying Baiyi cursed, as he watched the monster he had electrocuted split into another.
“Tell them not to come out!” Ying Baiyi turned and yelled back at Diana, his right hand conjuring another bolt of lightning.
At that moment, there were several gunshots from behind, and Diana turned to find several survivors armed with M14s rushing up onto this floor after hearing the commotion. This was their first time encountering such creatures and they started pulling the triggers in a panic.
“Get down… go… you’re only making things worse!” Diana urged them, grimacing in pain from the abdominal wound that was bleeding profusely.
Due to the survivors’ fear, the monster began to multiply exponentially, one turning into two, two turning into four.
Ying Baiyi hurled the lightning at the nearest monster, and as more and more creatures filled the passage, he swore under his breath and turned to run downstairs.
“Hey! Where are you going…! There are a lot of people still in the rooms!” Diana got up and backed up against the wall.
“This floor is done for, I’m taking everyone from the lower floors away,” Ying Baiyi said as he ran to the staircase.
“You can’t just give up so quickly… Hn…” Diana’s words trailed off, her vision doubled, her right arm and upper body felt incredibly heavy.
“Damn it…” she cursed inwardly, realizing this was due to excessive blood loss. If she didn’t receive effective treatment in a short time, she might very well be left to die here…
Ying Baiyi had already run down the stairs like lightning. Behind Diana, more than ten newly split monsters surged towards her.
She remembered that Ying Baiyi had arranged for the dozen or so people he brought to be on the floor below; it seemed he only wanted to be responsible for them.
Hearing movement behind her, Diana fired two shots back, then opened the nearest door and barged in.
She fell to the ground, covered in blood, terrifying the survivors in the room so much that they turned pale, but as they recognized her as Diana, they rushed over to help her up.
“Back off! Back off!” Diana turned and lay on her back on the floor, kicking the door with one foot.
At the same time, one of the monsters squeezed half of its body through the crack in the door, clawing frantically at the frame trying to get in. Diana raised her revolver and shot the last few magnum bullets into the monster’s head.
The creature’s head exploded into pieces from the large-caliber bullet. She climbed up in pain, slammed her shoulder against the door, and quickly locked it.
The sound of the monsters’ claws scraping could be heard outside the door, but soon, the screams of panic from the distant corridor drew the monsters to a new target.
For the moment she was safe. Diana slumped against the door, blood oozing from her wound. Her face was pale from the blood loss, icily cold, and she felt an overwhelming drowsiness as her eyelids grew heavier and heavier.
She might be safe for just a few minutes. Outside, the hotel had become a slaughterhouse, but Diana was powerless; how much longer she could live was a question mark. She leaned against the door, gasping for air, enduring the pain in her abdomen.
There were six survivors in the room, two adult men, two women, and two children. They helped Diana to the bed and gave her bottled water.
Diana grabbed the bottle and poured some of the water over her wound, not wanting it to get infected and inflamed. A man piled tables and cabinets against the door and windows and turned off the lights in the room.
The room quietened down, plunged into darkness. Diana instructed the survivors to sit in the middle of the room, while she leaned against the wardrobe, clutching a vase as a weapon.
She closed her eyes and waited for dawn to come, while outside the door, she could still hear screams and wails, along with the occasional lightning and thunder.
…
With a “clank,” the iron door opened.
Sam looked at the doorknob on the office wall with suspicion. In his mind, the doors of places like prisons and asylums should be controlled by a central control room.
It was rare for every floor of cells in the basement of this hospital to be controlled by an office. Moreover, he was quite doubtful whether this underground part was built privately.
Chen Ke didn’t ponder as much as Sam did; he couldn’t wait to walk into the ward first and check the body on the bed.
To his surprise, the body was highly decomposed, emitting a strong stench, and looked like it had been dead for a long time.
He picked up a small notebook from the ground, stepped out of the ward into the corridor, turned on his tactical flashlight, and began to flip through it.
The first half of the notebook contained a lot of miscellaneous information.
For example, shopping lists for several weeks, the results of multiple baseball games in the summer, some phone numbers and addresses, and what seemed like company business spreadsheets. The notebook’s owner seemed to be a white-collar worker living an ordinary life.
The second half of the notebook was filled with hasty jottings, some pages a half sheet long, others just a few sentences, all dated.
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“September 2nd. Something strange happened today; I came back from the bathroom, and all my colleagues were gone. The streets are in chaos too. I better write this down.”
“September 7th. It’s terrible. The end of the world has really happened. Those missing people have all turned to ash. I saw a strange, gigantic thing in the distance. I hope it doesn’t come this way.”
“September 19th. The government broadcast is calling for the establishment of self-rescue camps nationwide. This city is finished. I’m heading south with a large crowd of people, hoping to get away from those flying things. We probably have several thousand people. Our group is too big, but luckily we have a lot of Administration Bureau agents and County Police as guards. Hopefully, they can find a safe place.”
“September 21st. Everyone is in high spirits because we made contact with the military. They advised us to leave the city and find them at a temporary military camp, but it’s too dangerous on the road. We’re debating whether to stay in the city or leave. The Administration Bureau and County Police seem to have different opinions too. There are occasional arguments, but they have a positive meaning. Looking at them gathered around the table, staring at the map and making plans, it feels reassuring. We will surely survive.”
“October 1st. Bad news. We found the military camp, but there’s not a living soul inside; they have all turned to ash… Many people died today, those flying things just can’t be killed off. We lost a lot of people while fleeing. The County Police are all dead — May God let them rest in peace! In any case, I’m still alive…”
“October 12th. It took us a long time to get back to the city. There was no cover or supplies outside the city, so we chose to return and establish a temporary base here. Over the past few days, more and more people are turning to ash… I’m worried I might be next. They say it’s an incurable disease; even the doctors in the camp have no solutions…”
“October 29th. Some people have become hysterical. They don’t want to stay in this city anymore. I’m also not sure if the military will still come to rescue us. That Asian agent incited us to look for something, but I don’t believe him. A few friends I know joined their group. I wish them luck…”
“November 2nd. We have just over two hundred people left. We’re now holed up in the underground wards of the hospital. A female doctor from the research institute is doing her best to find a healing method for the ash disease. People around me are disappearing every day; I hope she finds a cure soon…”
“November 29th. Mom, I miss you…”
“December 9th. She said I’ll get better. She said I’ll get better.”
“December 31st. Mom, I see you.”
The diary ended abruptly, and Chen Ke finally understood the general situation of this world.
The global population turned to ash around September 2nd, 2005. The government quickly responded, but before the rescue operations could be implemented, they turned to ash themselves.
The owner of this notebook was both lucky and unfortunate. He did not turn to ash but died at the hands of Jiu Lin. On December 9th, Jiu Lin surely injected him with something that caused his condition to worsen steadily.
If those monsters downstairs were Jiu Lin’s successful creations, then this guy was clearly a failed experiment.
“Chen Ke, what have you found?” Sam asked.
Chen Ke lifted the notebook and said, “Her atrocities.”
In this apocalypse, Chen Ke couldn’t understand why Jiu Lin would still carry out such evil human experiments.
“It seems you have learned something. We can have a good talk, and then you will surely understand my actions.” At that moment, Jiu Lin’s voice came through the speaker above the corridor.
“Sorry, we’re not interested,” Sam yelled at the speaker.
“She can’t hear you. We should go,” Chen Ke patted Sam and turned to walk toward the elevator.
