"What…"
Jingxin stared in disbelief at the man who had gotten out of the truck, an absurd word lingering on his lips but unspoken.
He wanted to say 'monster'.
But wasn't he himself a monster? Since gaining this body 14 years ago, his strength was beyond normal human comprehension; a single hop could cover half a meter, his strength was so great that he could easily destroy wooden houses, and he could even pierce through a truck's glass with sheer force.
It's just that he knew he couldn't do it; he couldn't possibly survive such a terrifying explosion.
But the man in front of him just crawled out as if nothing had happened, as if the missile-like explosion just now was fake.
Clenching his back teeth, the people around him immediately shouted.
"Quick! Kill him!"
At this time, Keli, who had gotten out of the truck, looked at his once again scrapped mobile phone inside the car and shook his head regretfully, pulling out his dagger, which was fortunately unharmed.
At the same time.
[Sato Kazuma has revived at the bonfire.]
Kazuma, who was refreshed onto the somewhat twisted front of the truck, was stunned; looking around, he saw Keli, whose mask was still burning fiercely. This time, Kazuma's clothes were still the same as before he died, and even his mask was still on.
The surrounding environment made him feel very bad; the intense pain of his skin being burned inch by inch seemed to have just been there, so why was it a fire scene again as soon as he came out?
"What are you doing? Cosplaying Fire Punch, or Fujiwara Mokou??"
"No, I'm cosplaying Ultraman Zoffy."
While the two were talking, the villagers had already rushed over again.
Keli looked left and right, choosing not to fight in the open space, but instead rushed into the still burning residential house.
"Don't let him run! There seems to be another person in the truck!"
The angry voices of the villagers came over, and Kazuma, scared, immediately jumped out of the truck and followed them in.
"Bastard! My wife hasn't molded yet, and you crushed her to death! You must pay with your life!"
"Catch him, I'll peel his skin off bit by bit! And later, I'll have Inspector Kamikawa investigate where his family lives, and kill them all, one knife at a time, right in front of him!"
"My dad was also crushed to death by him! Our village was living well, it's all because of these outsiders!"
It seemed some villagers had relatives who died at Keli's hands in the dump truck lottery.
Listening to those voices, Keli almost couldn't hold back.
"I'm listening, and I'm about to laugh, ah, is there anyone in your village who shouldn't die?"
Keli rushed into the burning house, and most of the villagers, afraid of the fire, didn't come over, while others, whose relatives seemed to have died in Keli's dump truck lottery, rushed in regardless.
However, they really didn't need to worry too much, as most of them here were already Corpse Demons, and being burned a couple of times was nothing.
Leading them was an old man with a pitchfork, his blood-red eyes fixed on Keli's position, taking a few steps forward and stabbing at Keli.
"When we catch you, we'll inject you with enough anesthetic, then dig out your internal organs every day, and then use your stomach as a pot to pour hot oil and cook you to feed the dogs…"
The old man's eyes gleamed with ferocity. Wasn't this brat very arrogant just now? Wasn't he driving around the village rampaging?
Now that the truck is gone, he can only wait to die!
"Hey!"
Keli turned, letting go and allowing the dagger to fall, grabbing the wooden handle of the steel fork, stopping the fork a few millimeters from his body.
"What?!"
The old man, who didn't expect his fork to be stopped, widened his eyes and felt a tremendous force that almost lifted him.
Keli exerted force with one hand, and the old man immediately lost his grip on the steel fork with both hands, letting it go.
Keli was now certain that his strength had indeed increased; his body, which had been lying in a hospital bed and never exercised before, could not have done such a thing.
However, to say 'non-human' seemed not to be the case, not because Keli's current physical abilities were not outrageous, but because humans in this world were too outrageous.
Take Keli, for example, a guy whose existence is already confirmed.
Although the two of them were somewhat alien, they were at least born of human mothers: one was Hanma Yujiro and the other was Heiwajima Shizuo.
If they are considered the peak standard for humans in this world, then the limit of humanity is being able to fall from a fifty-story building completely unharmed, only spitting out a bit of blood foam when hit by a fist capable of easily shattering the special steel of the American Black Pentagon prison at Shinkansen speed, being able to train arm strength with a helicopter, being able to punch through asphalt roads, and being able to toss roadside vending machines like ping-pong balls.
Keli felt that he was probably not even at the level of BanG Dream!'s Kasumi Toyama, a level purely meant for music anime.
Then, with that strength, which was only suitable for a music anime, Keli struck with a stick, sending blood and brains splattering.
Next, Keli displayed the versatility with weapons typical of the undead, spinning his steel fork in the confined space to pierce the heart of the old man whose head hadn't yet recovered.
The old man, who hadn't yet reacted from the intense pain, looked at his chest in horror, his eyes bulging as if they would pop out.
"No! It shouldn't be like this; weren't we here to hunt him? Weren't we here for revenge?"
"I've worked for the Yamada family for ten years, even having my son and I continue to work for them, only to... become a Living Corpse, gaining this body that only requires regular attendance at a Buddhist service to eat and achieve immortality."
"I am not an old man from an outdated village; I often learn to use computers to read scientific articles and buy old magazines."
"A long life, I should have seen the future technology of humanity; I still thought that maybe one day I could go to space, or in a hundred years, see people looking at textbooks and saying that the era of XX was ancient and no longer modern, to watch people move towards the future, to watch them abandon the current system as a thing of the past..."
The last fantasies of his life flashed through his mind, but the reality was bloody and cruel.
Keli pulled the steel fork from his chest, kicked the old ghost away, and looked with a sinister grin at the crowd who were somewhat stunned because their leader had been killed.
At this moment, Kazuma had also emerged, trembling; he had gone to find a weapon and was now holding a single-edged knife used for cutting watermelons.
However, he seemed a bit scared, which was understandable; Kazuma had never killed any living thing larger than 3cm until now, and he had left earlier when Keli dealt with Hayato.
Even when extremely angry before, he had only run around spewing fire.
Watching Keli decisively kill someone and kick the body into the flames, smelling the familiar scent of burning human fat in the air, Kazuma gripped the knife with trembling hands.
"You can think of these things as Living Corpses; they all eat people, and you must pierce their hearts to kill them."
Noticing his teammate's arrival, Keli gave a brief instruction on combat precautions and charged forward without hesitation.
Kazuma's eyes darted around in panic, but the next moment, he opened his mouth, roared, and charged forward.
"Alright! Ahhhhhhh!"
"So noisy!" Keli irritably pushed away the iron rod shoved at him with his steel fork and cursed at Kazuma.
But by now, Kazuma was swinging his knife at another villager, completely disregarding everything else.