Clayne slowly opened his eyes and imdiately felt sothing different.
For the first ti in a very long while, his head no longer felt heavy.
The exhaustion accumulated from maintaining the Silent Sword Mist Array for five straight days had almost completely disappeared.
His muscles felt relaxed.
His breathing felt smooth.
Even his senses seed sharper than before.
anwhile, sunlight was already filtering through the thick mist surrounding the school building.
The hallway remained quiet.
No scratching sounds echoed from the walls.
No endless growls ca from below.
No constant pressure weighed down on his nerves.
Only silence.
A silence so rare in the apocalypse that it almost felt unnatural.
Slowly, Clayne stood up and stretched his body.
Imdiately, a series of crackling sounds ca from his joints.
His shoulders loosened.
His neck relaxed like it had never experienced it all his life.
His arms felt lighter.
Even his legs felt more powerful than before.
For a brief mont, Clayne simply stood there enjoying the sensation.
Then reality returned.
Imdiately afterward, he walked toward the nearest window.
The mont he looked outside, the comfortable feeling from earlier vanished completely.
His expression imdiately beca serious.
The insects were still there.
Not all of them.
Not even close to the horrifying numbers from several days ago.
Yet there were still many.
Far too many.
Several giant beetles crawled over abandoned vehicles.
Mutated rats ran through piles of corpses.
Large centipedes slithered across roads.
anwhile, countless smaller insects moved through cracks, windows, drainage systems, and destroyed buildings.
The sight alone was enough to make Clayne’s scalp tingle.
Because unlike the undead, these things seed far more difficult to predict.
The undead simply charged at whatever they saw.
These creatures hunted.
Adapted.
Evolved.
And that made them dangerous.
Very dangerous.
"Still here..."
Clayne muttered quietly.
Imdiately afterward, he turned around and inspected the formation again.
Despite already checking it earlier, he still did not feel comfortable.
After all, his life depended on it.
Carefully, he inspected every part.
The formation lines.
The spiritual circulation.
The bucket serving as the spiritual core.
The heavenly tribulation dried mango powering everything.
The spiritual flow between every node.
The mist generation.
The concealnt effect.
Everything.
Nothing escaped his attention.
Several minutes passed.
Then several more.
Only after checking everything repeatedly did Clayne finally relax.
The formation was functioning perfectly.
Nothing was damaged.
Nothing had weakened.
The mist continued hiding the school.
The insects outside remained unable to detect the building.
Everything remained stable.
Only then did Clayne release a long breath.
anwhile, his gaze drifted downward once more.
The insects remained there.
Crawling.
Hunting.
Searching.
Waiting.
And suddenly, Clayne started thinking.
If these creatures continued multiplying...
Then eventually they would beco a problem.
Even if they could not currently detect him.
The stronger they beca, the greater the chance one of them might discover sothing unusual.
Imdiately afterward, Clayne bent down and picked up several chunks of broken concrete.
Then he walked toward the window.
Without hesitation, he flicked one of the fragnts.
The piece of concrete shot through the air like a bullet.
BOOM!
A giant beetle imdiately lost its head.
Its body rolled several ters before becoming still.
Clayne flicked another.
BOOM!
A mutated rat exploded.
He flicked another.
BOOM!
Another insect died.
Then another.
Then another.
Then another.
Concrete fragnts continuously flew outward.
Several insects died every minute.
Yet the more he killed...
The more Clayne frowned.
Because there were simply too many.
Far too many.
Even if he stood here all day.
Even if he killed continuously without stopping.
The result would remain the sa.
Tomorrow there would still be more.
The next day there would still be more.
The day after that there would still be more.
Eventually, Clayne stopped attacking.
His gaze beca thoughtful.
Slowly...
An idea appeared.
A dangerous idea.
A reckless idea.
Yet sohow...
The more he thought about it, the more reasonable it sounded.
Imdiately afterward, Clayne’s eyes moved toward his spiritual vault.
Specifically...
Toward the heavenly tribulation dried mango stored inside.
A grin slowly appeared on his face.
Since all of these creatures loved devouring each other...
Why not help them?
Why not encourage them?
Without hesitation, Clayne took out one piece of heavenly tribulation dried mango.
Even now, the fruit looked extraordinary.
Its surface faintly shimred.
Tiny traces of spiritual energy continuously flowed from it.
The aroma alone felt refreshing.
Imdiately afterward, Clayne carefully sliced off a tiny piece.
Very small.
Almost insignificant.
Then he tossed it through the window.
The fragnt fell.
And fell.
And fell.
Until it landed among a group of insects below.
At first, nothing happened.
Then suddenly...
A giant black beetle rushed forward.
The creature imdiately swallowed the fragnt.
The mont it did...
Changes began.
Crack.
Crack.
Crack.
Its shell started expanding.
Its claws beca sharper.
Its body beca larger.
Its aura beca stronger.
anwhile, every surrounding creature imdiately noticed.
And instantly beca violent.
The giant beetle had barely finished evolving before dozens of nearby creatures rushed toward it.
Mutated rats.
Giant insects.
Large centipedes.
Everything attacked simultaneously.
The beetle fought back fiercely.
One rat died.
Then another.
Then another.
Several insects were crushed beneath its body.
For a brief mont, it looked unstoppable.
Unfortunately...
It had beco the strongest thing nearby.
And therefore...
The most delicious target.
More creatures arrived.
Then more.
Then even more.
Soon, the giant beetle completely disappeared beneath a mountain of monsters.
Crunching sounds echoed nonstop.
Flesh tore apart.
Shells shattered.
Limbs flew through the air.
Blood sprayed everywhere.
Within monts, the giant beetle was completely devoured.
Yet that only marked the beginning.
Every creature that consud a piece of the beetle imdiately started changing.
A giant rat doubled in size.
One centipede grew several additional body segnts.
Several beetles developed thicker armor.
Others developed sharper claws.
And imdiately afterward...
They beca targets too.
The entire area descended into absolute chaos.
Creatures attacked one another without hesitation.
The stronger they beca...
The more attractive they beca to others.
One giant rat killed several insects.
Then a centipede wrapped around it and tore it apart.
That centipede beca stronger.
Then three beetles attacked the centipede.
One beetle survived.
Then dozens of smaller creatures sward the beetle.
The cycle continued endlessly.
anwhile, standing at the window above, Clayne watched everything unfold with growing excitent.
His eyes followed every battle.
Every movent.
Every attack.
Every death.
The scene below resembled a massive battlefield.
No.
It resembled sothing even more appropriate.
A Gu jar.
Countless poisonous creatures trapped together.
Only one survivor allowed to remain.
The more Clayne observed, the more convinced he beca.
His theory had been correct.
The red mist earlier had accelerated evolution.
It had increased aggression.
It had encouraged slaughter.
Now, the heavenly tribulation dried mango acted as a replacent.
It provided sothing worth killing for.
Sothing worth evolving for.
Sothing worth devouring others for.
And the results exceeded expectations.
The number of creatures rapidly decreased.
Hundreds beca dozens.
Dozens beca twenty.
Twenty beca ten.
Ten beca five.
Five beca three.
Three beca two.
Hours passed.
The slaughter never stopped.
anwhile, Clayne simply continued watching.
Occasionally laughing.
Occasionally nodding.
Occasionally making ntal notes.
Because this was useful.
Extrely useful.
If he understood how monsters evolved...
Then he could survive longer.
Eventually...
Only two creatures remained.
A giant beetle.
And a massive centipede.
The two monsters stared at each other.
Neither retreated.
Neither hesitated.
Then they charged.
The battle that followed lasted nearly ten minutes.
The beetle possessed incredible defense.
The centipede possessed terrifying speed.
Their bodies repeatedly collided.
Cracks appeared in the ground.
Concrete shattered.
Blood sprayed everywhere.
anwhile, Clayne watched attentively.
Finally...
The centipede won.
Its mandibles tore through the beetle’s armor.
The beetle collapsed.
The centipede imdiately devoured everything.
Minutes later...
Only one creature remained alive.
The centipede slowly raised its body.
Its length now exceeded several ters.
Its shell had beco dark tallic black.
Its body looked powerful.
Its mandibles looked capable of cutting through steel.
Its aura alone surpassed every creature that had participated in the slaughter.
The surrounding area beca silent.
No competitors remained.
No enemies remained.
Only the centipede survived.
The sole victor.
The final survivor.
anwhile, standing at the window above, Clayne nodded slowly.
His experint had succeeded perfectly.
Then, without hesitation...
He picked up a tile fragnt.
Positioned it between his fingers.
Focused.
And flicked.
The projectile shot forward like lightning.
Straight toward the centipede’s head.
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