Chapter 1508: 1506: 2 Ladybugs

Chapter 1508: Chapter 1506: 2 Ladybugs

“Huff… finally stopped breathing?”

The Werewolf Doctor knelt on both knees.

Han Dong, wearing his iron mask, was straddling the werewolf’s back like a seasoned assassin.

His right arm, transformed into a Bloodhound, was fully sunk into the werewolf’s neck. Blood sprayed from the severed artery, flooding the floor of the surveillance room.

At the same time, his left arm had been severed during the fight.

Han Dong had shockingly used the “Caregiver’s Arm” as a temporary prosthetic, violently shoving the blunt end of the arm bone into the bloodied opening at his shoulder to replace his lost limb.

The Bloodhound kept savagely tearing at the carotid artery,

while the Caregiver’s Arm, leveraging its blunt weapon attribute, repeatedly smashed against the werewolf’s skull.

Even so, it took an entire minute of struggle before the Werewolf Doctor completely stopped moving.

Once Han Dong confirmed the doctor was well and truly dead,

he finally ceased his maniacal barrage of blows.

He retrieved his severed left arm, aligning it perfectly with the wound, and consumed a recovery medicine he had purchased from the shop.

The medicine, combined with his natural regenerative traits, allowed strands of blood vessels to grow from his shoulder and reconnect with the severed arm. After a period of time, the “arm reattachment” was complete.

As long as his limb hadn’t been destroyed, reattaching it quickly was still possible.

“Doctor… ahhhh! You had the Werewolf Bloodline—how could you lose?”

The deranged woman under Sally’s foot howled, screaming in anguish and defiance.

Of course.

Sally, whose body bore various wounds, wasn’t exactly thrilled herself. If not for Han Dong’s explicit demand to keep the woman alive, she would have killed her long ago.

Han Dong, flexing his newly reattached left arm, approached the woman, deliberately crouching down and bringing his face close to hers.

“Your friend’s combat style is reminiscent of a Beast Transformation partner I used to have.

Opponents like this are nothing new for me…

You’ve already done quite well, managing to delay me for this long.

Now, I have a task for you.

I need ten doses of medicine capable of suppressing auras. To prevent you from tampering or lacing them with other substances during production, I will inject one randomly into your body.”

The woman’s lips, blood seeping from their corners, curled into a grin as she laughed:

“Hahaha! You think I’ll actually help you?

The rules of this game dictate that only one team can survive. No matter what, you’ll end up killing me… so why should I help you?”

Smack!

Han Dong suddenly reached out and pinched the delicate features of the deranged woman’s face, locking her with a meaningful gaze.

“You’re an assassin too… a killer who works with viruses, so you should understand that sometimes *death* can become a distant luxury.

Sally, entertain her for a bit.”

…

Five minutes passed.

The woman, now hopelessly disheveled and dehumanized, crawled her way to Han Dong. Her tongue licked at his shoes, her eyes filled with desperation and submission, as she clutched six vials of medicine in her hands.

“Figured it out so quickly?”

“Sir… I only have six doses of aura-suppressing serum. I also have other enhancement serums if you’re interested. However, I’ll need raw materials and a proper lab to manufacture new ones.”

“Enhancement serums probably come with side effects, right? I don’t need those for now… six doses are barely acceptable.”

“Then… will you kill me now? Just don’t send me back to that Black Forest. I’ll do whatever you ask, just don’t send me there.”

Currently, she couldn’t even end her own life. Under Sally’s threat, any suicidal intention would result in her being sent back to the Black Forest via tentacles invading her brain, trapping her in a horrifyingly vivid illusion.

Han Dong had no particular tendency for torturing others. Since his objective was achieved, there was no need to cross the line of basic humanity, even if the woman before him was merely a creature from a peculiar world.

With a swift motion, his blade fell.

As the deranged woman and Werewolf Doctor lay dead, both their corpses and associated items disintegrated into particles.

Han Dong received a notification from the System:

『You have eliminated one team in this game. If you win, your team will gain an additional 10 points.

For your impressive performance, here’s a friendly reminder: six killers remain.』

“Hmm? Besides the Werewolf Doctor’s team, another team has been eliminated? And we’re only in the first phase… this competition is tougher than expected.

This stingy competition system doesn’t even drop equipment, just the fixed 10-point reward.

What’s intriguing, though, is the unexpected information about [Bloodlines]… perhaps we’ll also have a chance to acquire bloodlines suited for ourselves in subsequent stages, vastly increasing our basic traits.”

At that moment,

the electronic timer installed in the shopping mall completed its “30-minute” countdown.

As Han Dong predicted, the ladybug marker on the timer increased to [two], and a new countdown began… but this time, the shortened duration caught him off guard.

“Only fifteen minutes? A direct halving compared to the first round… then the next round will most likely halve again.”

An unsettling sense of urgency began to stir in Han Dong’s heart.

He turned toward the surveillance monitors, noticing disturbing changes unfolding within the mall.

[Special Infected]had emerged!

Monitoring footage revealed that about 10% to 15% of the zombies had mutated.

“Hunter”: The entire chest cavity of these zombies had burst open, their interiors studded with dense rows of sharp teeth. They now moved in a low-slung prowling posture.

“Imp”: Certain young zombies had undergone extreme bodily compression, reducing their height to less than half a meter. This granted them incredible agility and leap capabilities.

“The Eye”: These zombies gave up their physical bodies entirely, transforming into mass-like meatballs affixed to the ceiling. Through a dangling neural conduit, they controlled a single massive eye that relayed visual intel to other zombies.

“Bones”: Hyperplasia of their skeletal structure created sharp or blunt weapon-like formations, substantially enhancing their combat abilities.

“Pus Fester”: Encased in grotesque, bulging pustules, these zombies were slow but capable of spewing corrosive pus from afar. Alternatively, they could trigger their entire mass of pus for a rapid suicide rush.

Just as this realization set in,

an unsettling noise emerged from the wardrobe in the surveillance room. The metal cabinet began warping under pressure.

Suddenly, a brawny figure resembling an Olympic weightlifter, the NPC guide Henry, stepped out from within.

As an NPC in this game, he, too, was affected by the rising difficulty.

“Solid build, huh!”

Han Dong patted Henry’s musculature, which felt like Stone under his palm.

Henry’s face was earnest. “It’s just a lump of dead flesh—hardly comparable to a professional killer like you. What’s our next move?”

“Since [Third Floor] is entirely under our control, the next step is to lure a special target up here.”

Han Dong’s connection to the “Zombie Local Network” showed synchronized updates.

The special Infected were now marked as yellow dots, while one ominous black dot located on the [Second Floor] had grown even larger in response to the increased difficulty.

“We must figure out exactly what this dot represents before the difficulty ramps up to the next stage.”