Chapter 20—Must Rush
In a room of the shelly inn, a woman of her twentieth year opened her eyes. wooden floor and concrete walls, with the window at her left and door at her right. She sat on the bed with her feet crossed, while her teeth greeted in anger. Angry rasps were heard while the bed sheath creased with her furious punches. "Those brats!" she yelled ferociously.
"How dare they! How dare they!" like a kid having tantrums, agitated by her twisted mindset, it continued for minutes.
And after that, her rasp suddenly turned into psychotic moans, proving the twisted personality she has, "I was so close, I was so close on capturing them... The agonized shouts of the helpless kids, ahhh... If only I used a higher-grade doll as my embodiment. I could have felt those tender muscles of a higher grade. Hehehe... I'll come back for you," She said as she imagined the smell of fresh flesh and blood, while she slash their skin and sews them on her toys.
"I'll just wait and I will have toys to experiment again." Driven with her bloodlust, she couldn't help but ponder the pleasure of having a high-grade lab rat.
"So I need to move fast and clean my mess at the same time by capturing them, I'll send another batch of dolls to get rid of the trail. The paradise won't get angry with me if I can cover the evidence that I failed." thinking she still has the chance to get them the second time, she went to her closet where different set of shrunk dolls can be seen hanging.
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"Wait, let me get this straight. You want to blow your family's manor?" Rein asked confused, pondering if Valor might be the worst son she had ever known. Her brother is also one, but Harden didn't have any thoughts of blowing up their house.
"We can't do anything about the incoming boss, and trust me. This is the best solution for us." He said reassuring. If he wants to have a better start, blowing up their manor is the best choice. It won't only kill the majority of the parasites that hatched, it will also raise awareness about the terrorist. Mere sets of dolls wouldn't suffice to convince the officials to report to the headquarter, so he would use this chance to expose that there are terrorists within, while he isn't suspected he knows something— Adults wouldn't suspect that a brilliant son like him would detonate their house. Even the terrorist wouldn't think he'll detonate their house.
Not added, this house of theirs became the base of the terrorist. So he will be getting rid of it for his sake and others.
"So I advice you to better get your things because this whole house is about to explode." Valor said and made his plans. If he remembered things right. This mansion has an emergency reactor, it can power up their whole manor and also the other houses near them. So he just needs to get there and set the bomb.
Valor then pressed the talk button of his walkie-talkie and said his plans, "Changes of plans guys, Code red. run away from the boss. It will start chasing us after it mutated."
"So initiate retreat?" Marcus's voice echoed muffled from the telephone, confused about the sudden change of plans. "Basically yes, but we will still need to kill the boss first. So here's the plan, listen alright..."
"Create four thermal dolls, Set bounding bombs around the house, then send a package drone with an E8-ranger suit and send that to our basement's door. You know where it is right?... Right, then tell Angela to cast Multiple Images around the house, coat illusion to the dolls where they should look like us, and ready her quick travel." Valor quickly announced, speaking with the knowledge of the future memory. This made the two at end of the line to knot their brows, Marcus then asked confused, "how the hell do you know the names of the gadgets I got?"
"Yeah, How the hell do you know my spells?" Angela besides Marcus also asked, she want to know how he knows it. "I also got a [knowledge] alright, and I don't have enough time explain. So After you two are done, go to my room's balcony and Rein will also be rushing there—I'll also be rushing there at any moment, but if I'm not there at exactly seven. Activate the spell, this mansion will blow up at that exact time so don't hesitate. But I promise you I also want to live so I'll be there before the explosion."
"Okay, then after we set the spell and sent the suit. What are we gonna do?" Marcus asked, trusting Valor about his words. He probably got something that can let him make a plan like this.
"No matter what you do, don't be detected by any of the parasites. May it be the spawns and never the boss, trust me. you'll get your arm eaten if you tried to fight them head-on, so if you got somehow seen by the spawns. Get rid of the trail quickly and never reveal the meeting place. And we can't use the walkie-talkie after this, our location will be revealed if we used it." Valor warned and advised, hoping things wouldn't go south like the memories— Marcus lost his left arm and legs, Angela lost her right eye and was left with tarnished skin, Rein went to coma, then he miraculously survived even when he fought the boss. He just got his body controlled by it, basically became the boss of the third problem.
Valor then looked at Rein who is still looking at him with a strange look, "can I borrow your gun?" He asked her, not minding the gaze she is using.
"You don't know how to aim," she replied to Valor with a smirk, finding it odd for a magic enhancer to aim a gun.
Valor seeing her doubt also smirked, he replied, "Don't worry, I won't use it to aim." With a smile, he opened his palms waiting for the metal to touch his hands.
Rein who saw no joke was mixed, she nodded and gave it to him with a serious gaze. "You better not lose it." She said while letting go of her gun.
"You can just make another one." Valor said confused, trying to find what's special about this assorted rifle.
"That gun was recycled by my father's assault rifle, only a few people can touch It. And only a few can pull the trigger." she said smiling before picking up a long piece of wood from the ground, "So you better return that to me." With her, bouncing the wood on her hand. She warned friendly, with a smile.
Valor hearing her reason understood it finally, he nodded with an oath before bidding his farewell. "See you at my room's balcony Rein, don't announce your position and never make contact with the boss." His voice diminished with his rushed footsteps, while his silhouette got smaller in her sight.
She stood there gazing over his shadow, with regrets she didn't asked about the roots on her hand. Her gaze changed position and landed on her palm. The glowing root was seen again, flickering with every second. "What secrets do you possess Valor?" She asked Valor's shadow, sliding on the red-carpeted floor, it vanished along with his far silhouette.
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In the dim room where the fragrance of coffee dominates the aroma, static sounds with muffled tones echoed from multiple sources. The radio on the table, or the phone on Old Kreg's sleeve, but what dominates them is the buzz from old Greg's body.
It stayed sitting, lifeless, but not motionless. Strange movements are happening inside him, expansion of the muscles, or the distorting face. Old Greg's body is now being transformed into the advantage of the parasite
Three more minutes and the tentacles finally reached the brain, this enabled the parasite to control the nerves. Therefore reaching the halfway step, it now needs to copy the data on how to control the whole body from the neurons of the brain. Looking through the faint memory of Greg before it alters the DNA and strengthens the whole body. By the ability the parasites have, "infinite reaction". The results of the humans' playing god experiment, combining the DNAs of the beings that have a vast and quick to refill vital energy— they created something that has infinite.
They can optimize the host greatly, by reading the DNA, These parasites can command the host body to create the exact tissues and organs in stronger form— by quickening the division of cells, using the miraculous power of vital energy. They can create a bulky monster that can triumph over the original ones.
Given the cheat ability, "infinite reaction". They can produce and produce vital energy without a grave consequence. The only rule is that they can't use the ability to themselves.
Their ability doesn't work on them because Their cells cannot be divided, but they can turn a certain type of cells found inside their host into their cells. These cells are called neurons, the cells that make up the brain.
They will copy the data in the neurons, first before turning them into their cells to grow, and will then take the place of the brain. Fully controlling the body. This is how they grow as a parasite while expanding their host.
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Below the concrete streets, in the pipes, to the sewage that contains their waste. Almost all of the living beings are now infected with the parasites, nothing remained with the consciousness of their original owner. One can see rats, walking on two feet. And a bulky cockroach that has muscular limbs and large wings.
Some are fighting while some are staying quiet, pondering their existences in this world. It was chaotic, with no order and no laws. They all have different things to ponder, but not until their front tentacles vibrated. They all raised their head, looking in a certain direction with curiosity, excitement, and later on respect.
Three seconds later in the aura of the certain parasite, they all went crazy and ran screeching. Using every path they can use to get there as quickly as possible.
Pipes were flooded with the mutated lifeforms, swimming, running, and even flying. Their speed didn't ceased and kept up the pace.
But at the end of the complex formation of pipes, hardened clothes and paper stopped them from advancing. So they tried to find another way while some stayed and banged their body to the sheets of clothes and paper. Crazily trying to push it out and free them to the open space, and meet their king.
Valor who just passed by a restroom running hurriedly, halted when he heard a distinct sound—like trapped monsters who want to get out their cages, the vents and pipes shook with the mutated beings inside. He stepped back two times and stopped at the door, then looked over the vent at the upper corner of the wall, which is clogged with cement-hardened clothes. Still slightly wet but it can buy him time, because, behind the clothes, he can hear the screech of the mutated beings, scratching the metal walls with their abruptly moving limbs, while trying to push the clothes out of their way. Blood was shed with their reckless moves, slashing some of their companions to death.
"The manor will be flooded soon, I need to hurry." He said, calculating his remaining time before the mutated monsters rush in. About thirty minutes maximum, that's all he has right now to work without getting in contact with the parasites.