Chapter 94: The Weight We Carry
The Brute collapsed with a heavy grunt, its body folding sideways, dragging mucus across the floor in wide streaks as it twitched one final time. Its stomach-mouth spasmed once — lips drawn back, teeth still twitching — then slowly sank open, slack and empty.
I stood over it, my breath slow, chest rising in measured intervals. My knuckles were numb, fists still clenched. Blood trickled across my palm — some mine, some not — I wasn’t sure anymore. Didn’t care either.
[Stage-2 Brute Infected Killed — ZKP +50]
The system pinged against the back of my vision, sharp and cold, but I barely registered it. I needed to keep checking things.
Across the shattered tiles, the speed-type — the Freak — still twitched where it lay. Its limbs spasmed, claws dragging faint trails across the stone, body jerking like it hadn’t got the message.
Shen Yifei impressed me greatly so far, and moved forward without hesitation. She raised the weapon and drove it into its throat, twisting slightly on impact.
No drama.
No flair.
Just certainty.
[Stage-2 Speed Infected Killed — ZKP +50 | EXP +100]
The one with the bat stayed behind her, still watching. Calm. Poised. That unnerving stillness she always had — like she didn’t just fight to the edge of death and back.