Ultraman in the world of grams

Sober people are the most miserable.

Especially watching myself step by step towards death and despair.

Under that terrifying pressure, even those who claim to have strong willpower will collapse.

Just like the death row prisoner in the drip experiment, it seemed that the anesthetic had lost its effect, lying in the operating room, watching the doctor take out his intestines in horror.

Invisible pressure is like an invisible hand, tightly strangling the throat of every sober person, allowing him to clearly see the countdown to his own death.

There were more and more dolphins surrounding them outside the submarine, and their skin turned pale under the phosphorescent light, like the color of a corpse.

Thinking of this, the dolphin actually turned into a floating corpse in a trance, showing a pale smile towards William.

In an instant, a pale, foamy and rotting corpse suddenly leaned against the porthole, its broken cheek stuck to the glass, and the face was directly imprinted on it, and its empty eyes stared at William.

There were no intact pieces of flesh on both sides of the face's cheeks, and they were split straight to the base of the ears. The rotten flesh turned white and turned into fibers, dancing gracefully in the sea water.

It was as if he was mocking the sober geologists:
Look, what if you wake up?

In the end, it will inevitably lead to its final destination.

If he was a geologist who didn’t know anything when he joined the expedition at the beginning, he would probably start screaming at the top of his lungs at this moment.

But after experiencing so much, he has gradually grown up, and his inner quality has far surpassed that of ordinary people.

He suppressed the fear and nausea in his heart and tried his best to remain calm, but his face was slightly pale.

Only when you calm down can you think calmly and look for possible escape opportunities.

He took a deep breath and looked calmly out of the porthole. His eyes were not on the glued face, but on the environment outside.

I don’t know why, but after William ignored that face, it disappeared unknowingly like an illusion.

Large pods of dolphins were floating in the sea mixed with carcasses.

It seems to reflect the horrible hallucinations seen by the sailors on the submarine U-29 five years ago, and the last traces of Major Carl.

That may not be a real dolphin, nor a real carcass.

William thought calmly.

The needle-like pain was still stimulating him, but it kept him awake, activated his brain, and blocked the interference of hallucinations.

As long as you observe carefully, you can find that the corpses have no faces, and even their gender cannot be distinguished. They are like shapeless wax figures, following around the submarine.

But when William focused on one of the wax figures, the face of that wax figure would suddenly change.

The white skin is constantly twisting and swelling.

Eyes, nose, ears, mouth... appear little by little.

Finally, the complete facial features are formed.

That was his dead grandma.

Grandma's pale hair and wrinkled face are lifelike, but her expression is so disgusting, as if it is not an expression made by human beings at all.

William suddenly smiled.

Because he clearly remembered that his grandmother had been buried in the cemetery in his hometown, and even the body had been burned to ashes. There was no way a body would appear.

"I see..." William ignored the "grandma's corpse" outside and thought about the useful situation.

"It turns out that this is how the corpses seen by the people on the submarine U-29 came from."

If he guessed correctly, these corpses were supposed to be faceless and blank templates, but they could turn into corpses that people had seen before as they looked at them.

"That's why the sailors saw the dead young men... the dead German soldiers..." The mystery in the drift bottle seemed to be solved, but William didn't feel the joy of discovering the truth at all.

Because a layer of mystery was lifted, and there were layers of nested curtains behind it, the fear of death still enveloped them like a suffocating one.

That is helpless despair, that is unknown fear.

William exhaled, took out the card firmly, and inserted it into the monster's belt.

But after the sound effect of transformation sounded, he did not transform as expected.

Things seemed to be getting worse.

At the moment, the only power he could rely on was that he couldn't use it. This realization almost made William panic.

Fortunately, the pain after being shocked made him sober.

The power in the monster card should still be there, but his belt can no longer be used?
why?
He looked down at his belt.

For some reason, the mechanical structure seemed different from his previous one. Only the appearance was similar, but the essence seemed to have changed a bit.

Why?
William couldn't understand it, but because he didn't know the principle of the monster belt itself, he couldn't take it apart and check it.

If you want to know what the problem is, you have no choice but to go to the producer.

William's expression was gloomy, and his eyes were fixedly looking at the cockpit.

He didn't believe that he would ever be able to wake up. The powerful cub of the Outer God, ahem, the young Outer God would not be able to break free.

unless……

Isn't that the alien god in the submarine?
Realizing this, William immediately became vigilant. He was not sure whether the man driving the submarine had been replaced by something weird.

But the possibility is very high...

Because... they are heading towards the temple...

The person driving the submarine was none other than Wilson.

William walked away from the cab without changing his expression, and picked up a knife placed on the table.

He didn't know whether firearms could be useful here, and in this small space, using thermal weapons could easily cause accidental injuries.

The best weapons are of course cold weapons.

He didn't try to wake up Captain Lyndon and Ellis.

On the one hand, he was worried that it would cause abnormal vigilance in the cab, on the other hand, he was about to be electrocuted before he woke up, and the captain and the others were just ordinary people, and they couldn't bear such a strong attack at all.

Moreover, he just made such a loud noise and screamed so loudly that they didn't wake up. He didn't think he could wake them up in a short time.

"What are you doing?" Ellis asked as if talking in his sleep.

"Peel the fruit," William said calmly.

"Oh." Ellis didn't care.

She forgot that there was no fruit in the submarine, which was not easy to preserve.

William quietly touched the cab door.

Captain Lyndon and Ellis both looked on expressionlessly, just like the corpses in the sea outside.

(End of this chapter)