Chapter 81: Chapter 80
Sam's fiery punch consumes the head of the monster thoroughly, breaking through its thick skull and destroying the mushy brain in a massive eruption. Although the monster has an abnormal muscle and bone density, his attacks before the current punch have always been aiming at one particular place: its head.
Explosions after explosions, countless meticulously planned dodge so that the attacks from the other zombies would hit the commander. Slowly, but surely, Sam stripped away its strongest outer layer, which is the muscle. And with the help of Nycta plus the incredible quality of the gauntlets, Sam has finally done it.
*Thud*
A headless body drops onto the ground. It is the body of the zombie commander. At the same time, Sam also kneels as he tries to catch a breath. 2 layers of his defense, namely Ice Armor and Defensive Aura, both dissipate since he does not have the mana to keep them turned on anymore. Also, he does not have Physical Enhancement to boost his speed.
"Let's run, Nycta!" He calls out to her. His forehead is full of sweats. Behind him, the shirt which was drenched in his blood now has another kind of liquid inside. Sam is both mentally and physically drained.
"Of course!" Nycta runs to his place together with the girl she is controlling. "Let me help you."
She lowers her body to take his arm and lifts him up.
He smiles at her. "Thanks!"
The blind girl takes out a handkerchief from her pocket and wipes his face. "You don't have to. This is what I should do. Sorry for being late, Sam." Her voice appears to be sad.
Sam shakes his head. "No. I never wanted you to come. Just before, I was not even sure I could handle it all by myself. There is no way I could ever subject you girls to do something like this for me."
"But..." There is a line of tears on her face. "Your wounds..."
"Don't cry, Nycta. It was my decision. If time were to return, I would have done the same. The pain is not that bad, anyway." He touches her beautiful face with care, trying his best not to cause any harm while wearing the gauntlets.
A bunch of zombies once again tries to approach Sam and Nycta, but they are immediately cut down by the girl.
*Thud thud thud*
Their pale heads drop on the ground like nothing.
"Actually, I have to thank you for preparing this armor." Sam tries to pick up the pace and Nycta follows, still supporting him.
She feels both happy and sad at the same time upon hearing his remarks. "It's tattered. This thing has less than thirty percent defensive capability...because I was late..."
"It saved my life, you know!" He points at his heart. There is a huge dent with cracks all around it right in the middle of his chest. "When that thing punched me, I used my arms to defend myself. Still, the force was too much for me to handle. It was unbelievably huge, to the point that the gauntlets collapsed into the chest. If not for this chest piece, my heart would have been busted open just by the aftershock alone."
Nycta's legs are still trying to move away from the scene, but her slender hand touches his chest lovingly. Her index finger traces the crack one by one. "It truly was fortunate..."
"How are the rest?" He asks.
"They're still fine. Only you have been suffering this much. All of this feels extremely weird. I feel like this particular area has been waiting for you, Sam." The blind girl says with a voice filled with hatred.
"As long as you girls are all fine, I am willing to take this Selection, no matter what it is. Although I have to agree with you, Nycta. Up until now, this whole thing has not been pleasant to anyone." He then stops talking out loud and starts thinking something in his mind.
Nycta, who has telepathy over Sam, can read all of it.
He says: "I know this is blasphemy, but I do not think the current Selection is created by our Goddess. All of this destruction, all of this tragedy, has shown me that there is no such thing as a speck of feelings. No one is safe, not even children. Look at that little boy!"
The girl controlled by Nycta waves her arm, cutting down a little boy and his mother. He is no bigger than five, and his mother is not more than 30. The two were still holding hands before their final demise.
"Is this really how the Goddess of Love is supposed to be? Her virtue is Love, and I have not seen it throughout the three hours we have been in this forsaken world!" Nycta hears his thoughts raging up, and she stays silent.
She believes everything Sam says and thinks. Even if it is wrong, she will take it with grace.
If he tells her this world is false, then to Nycta, it is False without redemption. She will always be on his side unless the circumstances involve his well-being.
"I am not a kind person. I am selfish. There is nothing in this world I care about more than those closest to me. A girl completely unknown to me was used as bait so that I could run away, and I did not even bat an eye. Yet this, ...this is something that even I can not just overlook. This is a crime against all living beings! What if you girls were put under something like this? What if I did not know how to use magic?"
His inner voice keeps on turning more frantic. Sam's whole body trembles in anger, thinking about the alternative scenarios. Nycta can read his thoughts, and she herself also becomes furious. If she did not make it in time, could Sam have been able to escape?
"Even if I become the Apostle, that offer to me is meaningless. I just want to go back home with you girls. What is a world without any living being left on it? How can we survive? I certainly don't want our children to commit incest to survive."
Sam, even though is frantic, knows still what is good and bad and what needs to be done. He rejects the one who is doing all of this carnage, as this can happen to his world and the girls.
Nycta, not until Sam says the word 'incest' that she cares about others. It is true, what he says. If this world has only him and her, their children with have to resolve to inbreed to keep the species alive. Scientifically speaking, there need to be at least 2500 people for the human race to keep on existing.
Nycta clearly does not want their children to have deformities.
"I understand, Sam." She says. "If I am offered the position, I will also decline. There is no need for such a title anyway. I already have what I need the most."
He looks at her with eyes full of pride. She really is the one for him. "Thank you." Sam leans on her cheek for a quick speck.
She smiles and hugs him tightly. "Let's go to Lily."
"Let's go!"
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