Volume 3 Chapter 47 ACT.82 The Story of a Monster (Part II)
The boy yells.
Like shaking off confusion, he removes the thorn of reason.
In an instant, his cheat (special ability) activates.
With a sound like "Throb, Throb," his muscles bulge and transform his young, delicate body in a flash.
Into the form of an ape-like, twisted monster.
A shape focused solely on muscle—pure physical enhancement.
A creature made for violence.
This is the boy's cheat ability: [Physical Transformation].
However, this cheat (special ability) is not perfect.
──No, the boy himself cannot fully master the cheat (special ability).
Originally, this cheat (special ability) is almost all-powerful against his own body.It not only heals wounds, but controls internal secretions like adrenaline.
It can even mimic anyone's appearance—age or gender doesn't matter—
taking on a form no longer fully human.
But the boy cannot do those things.
Because he lacks both skill and imagination.
"Ah, Aaahhh!!"
The boy groans in intense pain due to the rapid transformation of his body.
Although he transformed into a monster, he can't change his face back to a boy with his current ability.
Therefore, he quickly grabs a mask from the side to hide his true identity.
In just a few seconds.
Finally, the people around him notice the monster's presence, but it's too late.
The monster gathers strength in his legs and jumps.
With a lion-like leap, the monster closes the gap in a single bound, sinking its jaws into the man's throat.
It lands far behind, dragging the man—its prey—into its mouth with both hands.
Using sheer force, it crushes the adult body for easier consumption, burying its face in its palms as it devours without thought.
Chunks of meat, bone fragments, and fresh blood spray from between its fingers—but the monster doesn't care.
Soon, the monster lifts his face from his hands and looks up at the sky.
With his face and hands stained with a large amount of blood, he mutters towards the blue sky.
"It was delicious."
The tremble in his voice could be emotion—or pure despair.
In the next instant, a scream echoes through the slum street at midday.
Then, looking around, the monster realizes.
"──I'm already so tired of *being this way*."
That there's no turning back, that it can't live like a human.
"If this is a punishment, and this place is hell──then, whatever."
──The last thing left to do makes a sound as it goes off course.
And so, with terror and despair as an entrance tune, an apostle of chaos descends upon the discard pile of a street.
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