Chapter 8: Confession
Dusk tumbled down from the peak of the garbage mountain. Luckily, he didn't land on anything sharp, making it to the ground mostly unharmed.
As soon as his feet touched solid earth, he hunched over and darted between piles of trash, hiding himself in a spot well out of sight.
He slumped down onto the filthy ground, gasping for breath. The intense physical exertion had taken its toll on his mortal body—a stark contrast to what he used to be.
Opening his backpack, he dug through the contents and pulled out a few first-aid supplies. He disinfected and bandaged the wounds on his arms with practiced hands.
"Good thing I happened to pass by that medical supply shop while shopping... Otherwise, I would've completely forgotten to buy this stuff," he muttered, letting out a breath of relief. At least his luck hadn't completely abandoned him.
Before his death, he had reached Rank 6 as a Heart Master. At that level, not even nuclear weapons could pose a threat to him—ordinary medical supplies had long since become irrelevant. But now, they were essential again.
After treating his wounds, he retrieved some dry rations and a bottle of water, eating quickly to replenish his energy. Only with a full stomach could he begin to plan his next move.
'The police probably won't chase me for long—especially not in a world descending into chaos like this. But the central districts, where the big shots live, will be their top priority. Outskirts like this one will come later.'
Having clearly assessed the current situation, he lay back and allowed himself to sleep. The stench of rotting garbage was unbearable to most, but for someone who had lived through far worse, it was a minor nuisance.
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Upon receiving the report about a suspected serial killer, Darius immediately stormed over to confront the officer in charge.