The 31st Piece Overturns the Game Board

Chapter 105

Chapter 105

It was a different kind of darkness here.

This space, which looked empty at a glance, was, in fact, filled with many small lives.

And those small lives created their own worlds.

I opened my eyes.

'Who am I? What happened?'

Everything felt vivid. It felt real.

'Maybe... this is reality?'

As I touched my face without much thought, I felt large fangs.

What was I?

If I were to guess what I looked like through these fangs, I would think I appeared frightening.

'Am I alone?'

It didn't seem like it.

The sounds I heard around me proved it.

Crunch... Crunch.

Nom...

Rip...

The individuals voraciously eating something were children, all with long fangs.

They had red eyes.

'Urgh...'

For some reason, I disliked them.

It was terrifying to approach them.

Even so, I tried approaching them.

Crunch!

They were devouring the flesh of another creature like savages.

It was the flesh of a human, an intelligent creature capable of conversation.

I couldn't tell whether their flesh was originally red, or if it turned red from the blood covering them.

'Urgh...'

My eyes began to turn red, just like theirs.

Wildness cannot be tamed.

It felt like the boiling blood in my body was screaming at me.

'Do I... just have to accept it?'

Reach.

I stretched out my hand unwittingly.

Even though they disgusted me, I might have been so weak that I couldn't resist my desires.

'I'm... hungry... I'm losing to my hunger.'

My hand reached out to the blood-covered corpse.

I could sense it. The moment I put that into my mouth, I would forever be subservient to savagery. Even so, I couldn't resist.

The corpse's severed arm was heavy. I had to use both of my small hands to barely lift it. The feeling I had when carrying that weight wasn't annoyance or disgust, though. It was happiness.

Drool...

I opened my drooling mouth.

'Huh? I shouldn't... I shouldn't... be doing this...'

Then, I felt a gaze from somewhere, looking at me.

I quickly looked behind me, like a criminal caught red-handed.

It was a man. A certain man was looking at me.

What was in those eyes?

'That... was sympathy.'