Shadow Apostle

The whistle sounds from far to near.

The ground shook and the roar shook the sky.

The ferocious metal monster dragged a long body forward slowly along the steel track.

"Dang Dang Dang".

At the railway crossing near Vera Street in the Princess District, to the rapid ringing of the bell, several railway workers in black uniforms quickly pushed down the railings on both sides of the track.

The carriage was stopped, and the driver waved his whip and complained loudly.

The train passed by.

A strong smell of soot hit my face.

The billowing black smoke swept around, stuffing the curse back into his throat, turning it into a cough and spitting it out again.

"Cough cough cough."

There were coughs not only from outside the car, but also in the car.

Through the black smoke, passers-by could see a young man standing upright in the gap between the two carriages.

Just a fit of choking cough.

Taking advantage of the train slowing down at the railway entrance, the young man jumped off under the stunned gaze of passers-by.

This group of stupid humans, coming back from the Cross District, why should they take a bus and carriage when they can hitchhike?

Anyway, taking a van doesn’t count as fare evasion, and I don’t take anything that doesn’t belong to me.

Horst turned around and took off his tattered top hat, which was barely in shape, and waved his hat in thanks to the departing truck.

The brim of the hat almost fell off.

Horst sighed deeply.

I really can’t live without this outfit, especially the hat and windbreaker.

The power of the cylinder explosion cannot be underestimated, it has the equivalent of twenty Lukas.

No, I have to change several pieces inside and out, at least the equivalent of forty rukka.

Forget it, I made a lot of money anyway, so I might as well take the opportunity to change my clothes.

From now on, I will be a person who opens an office and does business. If I wear clothes that are too ragged, I will scare away the customers.

Just invest in the current period.

Horst gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

But that’s tomorrow too.

As for today…

Horst pressed his belly and quickened his pace.

It was a very weird feeling.

My belly looks and feels normal.

But there is always a weird feeling of bloating.

It's like something is expanding inside.

Hell, she couldn't really be pregnant with a tentacle.

The key is that the beef soup is not honest enough to twist around and seems to be very uncomfortable.

From the consciousness, there were also bursts of intense pain and discomfort.

This made Horst feel inexplicably nervous and anxious.

It's not that the statue was eaten bad.

We have been walking side by side for a year, so don't let anything happen to you.

Rushing into the apartment, he hurriedly opened the door of No. 85 103, and rushed in under the strange gaze of the landlord, Mrs. Jennifer.

"It's okay, just think it was hit by a car." Horst pointed to his tattered clothes, thought about the credibility, and added, "Train."

With that said, he locked the door, blocking the landlady's increasingly horrified gaze.

"puff."

There was a muffled sound in my stomach.

Horst twitched the corner of his mouth, always feeling that what he was doing seemed to be full of ambiguity.

But immediately several tentacles burst out of the abdomen.

Horst was given a huge surprise as soon as he got out.

As soon as the beef soup appeared, several tentacles squirmed and stretched in different directions, almost tearing Horst into several pieces.

Amid Hoster's wailing, the tentacles huddled together and circled for a long time, finally finding the same direction.

Then they dragged Horst together and crawled towards the cabinet in the corner. They awkwardly opened the cabinet, turned out the cooking pot inside, and got in. Their tentacles were balled in and out of the pot, just for fun. Enjoy yourself.

Um?

Are you preparing to stew yourself in an iron pot?

Watching the curious game of several tentacles taking turns holding a cooking pot, Horst rubbed his forehead and sighed heavily.

As the beef broth came out and played, the uncomfortable feeling seemed to disappear quickly.

There was no more pain coming back to his consciousness, only his original stupid reaction.

Is this okay?

Horst patted the roots of the eight tentacles one by one, feeling the strong elasticity of the thick skin and observing the weird twists.

After getting out this time, Beef Soup was obviously very excited, moving around and refusing to stop.

If you look carefully, you will see that the skin is getting darker and darker, and the black color is shiny and translucent. The cold skin is also more slippery and elastic. When you put your hand on it, you can only feel a rhythm of power coming from the muscles of the tentacles.

A poke, a few slaps, a couple of punches.

It caused a tentacle to twist back and be slapped.

Wiping the mucus from his face expressionlessly, Horst nodded affirmatively.

It seems that everything is fine, but he is still so naughty, so... huh? etc.

How many tentacles did I take just now?

The tentacles were entangled and entangled repeatedly, making it difficult to count. Horst could only snatch the beef soup toy away and count its tentacle tips one by one.

The tentacles twisted in dissatisfaction, and Horst gently patted the suction cup on the tip, then calmed down obediently and allowed him to count the numbers.

Really eight.

Horst was a little dazed.

Although Beef Soup has split off into small branches of tentacles before, they were all like branches and quickly shrank back into the main trunk.

But now the eight tentacles are sticking out from his belly, and they are obviously the main body.

Did it mutate after eating the mystery on that statue?

Horst slowly let go of his hand, letting the tentacle tips crawl around him.

However, after Horst's interruption, Beef Soup seemed a little tired. Several tentacles rubbed repeatedly on Horst's face for a while, and then slowly retracted into Horst's belly.

"Puff puff."

After wiping away the cold mucus like saliva on his face, Horst smiled happily. The feeling in his stomach was now normal, and the feeling of swelling and suffering was gone.

It seems to be the same feeling as when it split, which shouldn't be a bad thing, but apart from the increase in number, it doesn't seem to have changed much.

Horst shook his head in confusion, and had a hunch in his heart that the changes in this guy might only be reflected in the weird fantasy world, just like he could communicate with it through his mind in the fantasy world.

As for being in this world, I'm afraid I can only convey some of the most basic emotions as I am now.

For example, right now, he felt extremely hungry.

It was like being hungry for several days. In the words of my hometown, I was burning with hunger.

Don't worry, don't worry, I'll take you to find food.

Horst patted his belly, quickly took off his clothes that were damaged by the explosion, and put on the 'work clothes' given by Miss Berndt.

But I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Horst looked around while changing his clothes.

I always feel like there is something around me.

But after walking around the house several times, I found nothing.

Illusion?

Horst thought for a moment, but the hunger in his stomach was unbearable. He just put this feeling aside for the first time, arranged his windbreaker and top hat, took the tattered cane, and held the doorknob...

Um?

Only then did he realize that the cane had come on his own.

A small tentacle emerged from his sleeve at some point, rolled up the cane and handed it to him.

I don't know if he realized that he had noticed it, but the tentacles retracted into the cuffs with a swishing sound, and never came out again.

what's the situation?

I was really afraid that you wouldn't be able to accept this description, so I changed it over and over again, hoping it wouldn't cause any discomfort.