Alien Relic Hunter.

"Tunnel dweller... the name is very vivid, as soon as you know it, it is a creature that lives in the tunnel." 33 looked at Ke Lan, but found that the latter's face became very ugly, and said in surprise, "What's wrong? Is there any...unexpected information?"

"The Tunnelers...they may not have mutated from the irradiated rats...they...they used to be the residents of this Hive City." Ke Lan said in a somewhat uncertain tone.

"What?! Could this be the 'disaster' that Nieto said?" 33 felt his heart skip a beat. When he looked at the five tunnel dwellers trapped in the space cage, his eyes A huge change has taken place compared to before.

"No...they are the ones who 'escaped disaster'..." Ke Lan shook his head.

"What did the unlocked memory fragments in your mind say?" 33 asked.

"It's a note. Judging from the tone of the narrative, it seems to be written by the last survivor of the Hive City." Ke Lan thought for a while and said, "Besides the tunnel dwellers, there are other things. Let me read it to you."

[Memory fragment content: a fragment of an unsigned note]

I call those people "tunnel dwellers."

This is not a derogatory term. I have always held high respect and admiration for them.

They are the most sober people in the hive city. When the disaster struck, they did not panic, nor did they throw themselves into the arms of "Him" like some cowardly and unsteady people.

They have strict thinking logic and almost harsh discipline. Any member contaminated by disaster will be ruthlessly cleared... But it is useless, the power of "His" is too terrifying, and it is difficult to understand with our cognition ...Even if they are blind, deaf or even a vegetable, they cannot escape the disaster.

Disaster is like a super virus that can transcend the limitations of time and space, spreading crazily throughout the hive.

His will sweeps over everything, praising the great true God...

no, damn it...

Why do I go to praise Him...

It seems... The degree of erosion is deeper than yesterday... I don't know how long I can stay awake... Maybe, when I blink next time, I will become part of the disaster.

I thought my will was strong enough, but in the face of disaster, I realized that I was just a weak person...

No, not even the weak...

His will... just relying on will is enough to crush our entire civilization...

This is the complete suppression of high-dimensional creatures on low-dimensional creatures... To him, we are like villains painted on a canvas. He can change our appearance into strange creatures at will, or he can simply Erase us completely.

No one can compete.

No... I can't waste any more time, I should record everything as much as possible... If someone who comes after me can see this record, maybe it can help them.

If there are any latecomers.

Although the "tunnel dwellers" tried their best to resist the erosion of the disaster, their efforts achieved little... The whole nest has become a paradise for the wild dance of disaster, and the territory belonging to the sober people is shaking every day. being eaten away...

Even fighting can't do it.

People controlled by disaster will be driven by instinct to "infect" more sober people. To stop them, they must organize an army to build a defense line... However, in the face of disaster, no matter whether it is an army or a defense line, have become consumables.

The consumables here do not refer to normal battle losses... but no matter how many soldiers are invested, these soldiers who are invested will inevitably be swallowed by disaster.

They are just the price used to slow down the spread of disaster.

One-third of the soldiers will be "infected" the first time they witness the disaster. From this time on, their humanity will enter the countdown, while the remaining soldiers, in the process of fighting the disaster, The fate of being "infected" cannot be avoided... The only choice for the entire army is to fight the calamity to the last man.

It is unavoidable that these troops who were thrown into the battlefield as consumables, and the soldiers who remained sober in the end, often died at the hands of their comrades who fought side by side not long ago.

I know, that feeling must be very uncomfortable...

But what is even more regrettable is that the torn flesh cannot be thrown into His arms and become a part of His supreme consciousness and body...

The loss is unbearable...their lives literally lose all meaning...

I... what am I talking about?
How much time is left for me?
(There was a long period of blank space and silence, and Ke Lan heard the sound of rapid breathing in the middle, and the sound of a sharp weapon piercing through the body.)
I pierced the sarcoma on my shoulder with a military lance, and the pain gave my brain a brief lucidity.

I always felt like it wasn't a sarcoma, it was a developing head, my second head.

I can even make out its facial features... It's not yet mature, but it already has a will of its own, I can see it smiling at me, the twisted lips under the mucous membrane are split open, revealing the wetness inside. Bloodshot white teeth.

Maybe, I should have cut it off when it just grew out... But at that time, Dr. Bosen told me that this sarcoma contains several large arteries, and if it is cut off rashly, it may cause uncontrollable damage. Hemorrhage.

At that time, we had already lost the hospital and all the medical supplies, and, including me, everyone had been "infected"... It was only a matter of time before we died or became part of the disaster .

There is no point in amputation, there is no point in healing, there is no point in survival, there is no point in civilization.

Today is the longest day I've been awake in a few days...but I don't think my body is getting better...

In my eyes, those people who have become grotesque seem to be more and more normal. On the contrary, those who have not been infected look so scary, horrible and ugly in my eyes. There is a voice in my heart telling me, Turn those people into our appearance...

But I know, I'm a monster, I'm a monster, I'm a monster.

My body is covered with tumors... my body is covered with heads...

But I don't want to cut them off. As a human being, it is normal only if the body is full of heads... and a human being with only one head is a monster.

Why would I impale that head on my shoulder?Why should I do this?
Why do I have this thought?
No, I'm a monster...those scary and ugly people, they're normal people.

I used to be like them.

I'm supposed to document this stuff and tell... who am I supposed to tell?
(A large section of blank space and silence, heavy breathing, and the wriggling sound of sticky meat.)
(In Ke Lan's memory fragments, the picture he can see is just an illusory, borderless "paper", but what is written on it is a very standard typeface. In addition, he What can still be heard are some intermittent sounds, probably the ambient sound of the author of this note when recording.)
They fought and retreated, their soldiers were finally exhausted...no one was willing to take up arms anymore...they saw no point in resisting.

But they didn't give up.

(Ke Lan breathed a sigh of relief after discovering that the notes were still going on. The blank space in the second paragraph was longer than the first paragraph, and Ke Lan once suspected that the author of the notes had lost his reason... But fortunately, "he" Also haven't given up yet.)
(The words on the "paper" are still increasing, and Ke Lan continues to read to 33.)
With the last hope of the Hive City, they retreated into the passage originally used to transport garbage. Although they knew that the lower city had already fallen in the disaster, this passage was relatively safe.

There is no one in the garbage channel, no one, it is safe... Humans are the carrier of disasters and the most direct medium of transmission of disasters.

However, when they retreated into the garbage passage, there were people in the place where there were no people.

This is a paradox, a place with people is not safe, so any safe place cannot have people.

From a human point of view, there is no safe place.

Some people were desperate and blew up the passage, choosing to resist the disaster by dying... But those who entered the fourth passage had new discoveries.

There is no one in the fourth passage, but there are some things that are not usually noticed by the residents of the upper city.

This was originally a garbage passage used to transfer energy waste from the upper city. A large amount of radioactive material remained in the corner of this passage, causing the entire passage to become a heavily irradiated area.

But the heavily irradiated area is not equivalent to the restricted area of ​​life... The greatness of life lies in the fact that it is possible to create miracles in any desperate situation.

Under the effect of radiation, those creatures produced huge mutations, but the mutation not only did not kill them, but also endowed them with the ability to survive the radiation.

In a sense, this is not mutation, this is evolution.

The sober people who entered the No. [-] passage blocked the entrance and exit of the passage, and reversed the direction of the one-way valve on one side. In this way, whether entering the passage from the entrance or the exit, when reaching the first one-way valve , the force exerted by the valve will be pushed out of the channel.

They're safe for now, for now.

But if no one outside replaces the one-way valve with a new energy module, this safe zone can only last for five years at most.

I don't know how many attempts they made during these five years... But in the end, they chose to edit the genes of those mutated creatures into their own genetic sequences.

They would rather become monsters distorted by radiation than puppets of Calamity.

They succeeded, but also failed.

In the end, they did not become slaves of disaster, but they were completely reduced to irrational beasts.

This is an attempt to represent human determination and dignity, and I shouldn't laugh at them, I can't laugh at them.

I owe them my highest respect.

They may have found a solution to their problems, but they may have been just a little bit… just a little bit…

Perhaps this is fate.

Except for them who became "tunnel dwellers", everyone in the entire nest has been completely swallowed by disaster.

If the latecomers can read this note, they may be able to find some clues to solve the problem from the "Tunnelers"... They are the group of people who are closest to success among us.

(The third paragraph is left blank, deliberately lowered, sounds like very tense breathing, all rustling.)
I heard footsteps coming from downstairs, it seems to be a person in a state of consciousness, I can't let him know that I'm hiding here, but I can't let him choose this house as his temporary hiding place.

When I am awake, I have to find a hiding place that is sufficiently hidden... I move around the buildings. A sober person like me.

Because I don't know when they will fall into chaos.

And when I lose consciousness, my identity will change from prey to hunter... Although I don't know what I did during that time, I will wake up several times to find that my limbs are stained. Stained with blood and minced meat, even pieces of internal organs...

Some of my own, and others'.

The distortion in my body is getting more and more serious, the time of waking up is getting shorter and shorter, and the frequency is getting less and less... When I can no longer wake up, it is the time when I completely become a part of the disaster.

That may be a kind of relief... Giving up my own consciousness and integrating into His thinking... Maybe I can find the truth that human beings have been searching for for countless centuries...

no... i shouldn't think so...

He is tempting me... All he needs is nourishment for a stronger self, not...

There are no gods and believers in this world, only predators and prey exist.

The law of the jungle is an unshakable law of nature.

The so-called civilization has deceived us for too long, making us think that we can solve problems through means other than strength...

Our civilization is like a joke in front of His power.

I don't know how the other hives are doing, maybe a little better than ours, maybe worse.

(Ke Lan was stunned for a moment, "Other hive capitals"... Does this sentence mean that there is more than one hive capital?
Has this suspected human civilization that once lived on Planet Alpha built many shelters like this? )

This lair of ours has completely fallen... Fortunately, we have sunk it to the bottom of the sea before that, and no one can bring the calamity out of this place... Everyone who leaves will be crushed by the sea ...

This is the last thing we can do.