He Comes From the Void

"Why is this happening?"

Looking at the blackened arm, Kane gritted his teeth and asked himself which step he did wrong.

But when I think about it carefully, there are many details that are unclear.

For example, the void is the opposite of matter, so the flesh and blood of the void creature will dissolve the organic matter. He pressed the armor plate on himself in this way, causing it to be corroded.

In the same situation, why won't Kesha be corrupted? Is it because the monster has been dead for too long, and the piece of armor I used has lost its activity? Or is it only for certain parts of the nail?

In addition, symbiosis is also unstable. It has been 3,500 years since Icacia fell. During this time, I don’t know how many people were dragged underground by monsters, but there is only one case of symbiosis like Kesha.

It's like being infected with a virus, and one of the tens of millions of people may not necessarily be able to produce antibodies.

Perhaps Kesha's success is a coincidence among coincidences. Even if he completely imitates the process, he may not necessarily get the same result in the end...

Is there really no chance?

He was angry, Keisha succeeded with such a small success rate, why couldn't he?

But to give up trying is to die, and Kane prefers to believe that he did something wrong that led to the failure!

He won't give up! He will try till he dies!

When Kane suppressed the fear in his heart with almost crazy hints, the terrified Kesha directly dropped the dagger and pressed his right arm, crying loudly:

"Hey, what are you doing? You don't need to prove it like that, I don't believe you!"

Keisha didn't quite understand what Kane wanted to do, but she felt very sad when she saw her only companion hurt herself like this.

Now she felt that her pain was nothing compared to Kane.

"Didn't I say that only monsters can survive here, and I have to become a monster." Kane replied with a sigh.

Kesha is actually about the same height as Kane, and the girl's puberty will come earlier. Coupled with her mutated arm, she was so strong that Kane couldn't break free.

"You don't have to become a monster for me..." Kesha lowered her voice and turned to sobbing.

Keisha wouldn't be fooled so easily, what's the good of being a monster? She thought Kane did it just to comfort herself.

For that ridiculous sense of identity... But, how can those people sacrifice their lives for it?

She has lost everything, and she really really doesn't want to lose the only remaining friendship.

Unlike Keisha, Kane is dominated by sensibility, and part of his rationality keeps him awake. He felt a rustling sound coming from above, like the scratching sound of giant bugs crawling.

"Let's talk about it in another place, it's not safe here."

Kane asked Keisha to pick up the dagger and spear, and the two quickly left the place.

...

Somewhere in an underground tunnel, Kane looked away from his blackened arm.

The wound is not swollen and white, which is actually the best result.

If the wound dissolves and swells, and when the skin swells and breaks, a liquid that is as shiny as amniotic fluid flows out, it means that something has been born inside him. Organic matter was broken down into pale matter, reconstituted into vile life.

This is different from the kind of symbiosis on Keisha, which is a completely fatal parasitism-the monster devours and absorbs the nutrients of the host, and finally breaks out like an alien.

He moved his eyes to her and said softly, "eat quickly."

"I'm not hungry." Keisha was leaning against the rock wall to suffer from her own anger, speaking against Kane's orders angrily.

She just listened to Kane's words, which caused his arm to become like this, and now the skin has turned a horrible black purple color, like a hand full of bruises.

"A gas bag, you will have the strength to kill monsters when you are full."

But Kane was not angry. He walked over and took out the last peach from the food pile at her feet, covered it in the cashmere sweater, wiped it carefully, and brought it to her mouth.

"Eat it quickly, this peach will rot if you don't eat it, and this may be the last time you eat a peach."

This sentence made Kesha, who has gradually become sensitive in recent days, shed tears directly: "Why do you still want to kill monsters when you are like this."

"I can't become a monster without killing the monster. In the same sentence, only by becoming a monster can I survive here."

"But why! Why do you insist on becoming a monster? Isn't it good to be a human?"

Turning into a monster is a very scary thing for Kesha, and she doesn't understand how Kane can be so calm when he says this. Terribly calm, as if the human appearance contained the soul of a monster.

But she could really feel his kindness towards her, which was something she had never felt from him before.

Kane has become reliable and will take care of the girl's feelings. At the same time, she has become very strange. Her limited cognition cannot understand this change.

Is this the growth that the big population talks about?

Seeing that she insisted on not eating, Kane took a bite first. As long as she behaved more optimistically, Keisha's guilt would not be so strong.

"Look, how delicious and juicy, don't you want to try it?" He handed over the bitten peach, and this time Kesha didn't refuse again, holding the peach and holding his hand.

It seems to be hesitating whether to push it back or to eat some.

"Isn't it easy to die? If I don't want to live anymore, I will find a place to die quietly. You can't find me if you try to find me. Now I am here to share food with you. You see, I am someone who wants to die Is it? Hey, do you still want me to feed you? How old are you..."

"I eat and I eat. If your chest hurts, don't talk about it. I...I'm not angry with you anymore."

Kane coughed heavily, and Kesha, panicked and worried, finally moved her mouth to bite the peach, and took another big bite where Kane had bitten, and the teeth marks of the two overlapped on the edge.

This time, what she tasted was no longer despair, but crisp and juicy sweetness.

The taste of hope.

Happy, satisfied, want to live, live to experience this feeling.

Kane waited for Kesha to quietly finish eating the peaches and a few pieces of mutton jerky, then he bit open the water bag and took a sip.

He said, "Eat less food, Kesha, what are we going to do when we're done eating?"

Hearing this, Keisha almost spit out the things and restored them to their original appearance.

That's right, what do you do when you run out of food?

"Village... village." Keisha replied hesitantly, but she also knew that was not a way out.

Except for those in the ruins of the village, there is no edible thing to be found underground. Once even that is gone, they really have nothing to eat.

"We don't know how long we will survive underground. It may be years, decades, or we may not be able to get out until we die. If we want to live, we must make plans now." Kane said.

Keisha looked at nearly half of the food in the cloth bag, thinking that no matter how she planned it, it wouldn't last that long.

She couldn't think of an idea, she could only listen to what Kane wanted to do.

"According to my observations, the underground lacks everything, except monsters. If we want to survive, we can only eat them."

"You still want to kill those monsters!" Keisha's face suddenly became puffy, and then she managed to cry again: "Kane, are you a fool? Your hand will rot just by touching it If you eat it, how can you survive!"

She hugged Kane's arm as she wiped away tears, trying to stop him from doing stupid things, but now it was obviously herself who was stupid - so stupid that her nose was bubbling.

"I didn't say eat with your mouth." Kane helplessly wiped her tears with his sleeve, and then said:

"Come on, hold out your hand, and I'll show you."