My father's eyes widened as he saw the man who had attacked him the previous time approaching, after he had knocked him down.
The surprise and shock that we experienced were too much for us to bear. We can't dodge or attack because we're on the stairwell. And on top of that, we're in a hurry. If we move around, we might fall to the ground.
My father's coolness fades and sweat drips down his brow. Mother, on the other hand, is sprinting down the stairs. However, the likelihood of being involved in an accident is high.
I can't do anything because I'm still in a baby's body. But if I were in my father's position, I would win right away. Despite this, there is no sword in this world. That allows you to attack from a short distance.
That's what I assumed. My father handed me to my mother. Then my father uses his body like a feather once more. And with full force, using his biceps and arm muscle. Jumping and pointing his fist in the target's face and...
Whoosh! As he finishes hitting the guy, the ground shakes. The force was so strong that I'm pretty sure no normal human would be able to withstand it.
How does this guy move as if he were a feather? He resembles an insect that scorches to gain strength.
When he moves through the air. He appears to be a mosquito infiltrating a healthy bloodstream and inserting his virus, which causes a major disease.
Where the hell did this guy get his strength, he looks like he's from another world.
Another planet? Is he, by chance, from the...
No, no, no. That is simply not possible. The dungeons appeared only after the earthquake. What if he was reincarnated in the same way I was? But how do you do it? How is that even possible?
The person was knocked down. He lost consciousness and began to shake as a result of the force's vibration.
It was my father who punched him. Is trembling like he has a huge wound in his fist. When I look at his hand, he immediately conceals his fist to conceal the blood.
'You really don't have to. I've seen a lot of blood in the past.' That makes me shiver, but my mother was there to comfort me.
We continue downstair because we need to leave the hospital as soon as possible.
But there's something strange going on in here.
The scream that we were hearing inside the hospital has vanished, and we can no longer hear the arguments between the hospital's HR and the soldier. ' Did they calm down?
We kept going up the stairs, but we were suspicious of what was going on inside. 'Did people die inside?'
My father appears to share my sentiments. Sweat is pouring down his brow like a waterfall. It will torment him when he goes to sleep, possibly due to nervousness and guilt.
"Let's go back and check on the people inside for a second." My father said, and my mother nodded and went upstairs.
We return to the rooftop. As we move, my eyes become teary. I'm not sure why, but I think I'm nervous as well.
We made it to the rooftop, but there was a difference when we tried to return inside.
"It's blocked." A thick black metal barricades the fire exit, that has no door and only a ladder.
"What happened? Did they slaughter the people inside?" With trembling and fear in his voice, my father said. Sweat that falls on my father and transforms into arteries source of his rage
'It's the first time I've seen my father lose his cool.' He is enraged. His eyes were on fire and as if he is ready to smack a giant.
"Calm down, sweetheart." My mother said this in a sweet and soothing tone. As I previously stated, they were each other's strength. My father, on the other hand, simply yelled at my mother.
"Stop talking, Tanya! In this situation, how would I be able to relax?
We're rushing out of here, but the people inside are dying! Are you a cold individual who will never turn his back on the people?!
Tanya, you're far too self-centered!" He said while his eyes flint more fire. His voice has a different tone than before, which gives a warm and calming feeling. But now, a shiver will cause your skin to rise.
"Do you have any guilt at all?"
Tanya glared at him and slapped him across the cheek.
"What are you talking about, you jerk?
Is it possible that you've lost your mind?! You say I'm not guilty at all? How dare you say such a thing in front of me?! You were the one who told me to follow you, so you're saying I'm the one who are heartless?!
You may be my husband, but the way you're treating me right now makes me feel like I'm not a human being.
Of course, I'm concerned about the people outside. But what would happen if you acted like that?! Did you think you'd be able to think about what we'd do?! It will be far worse if we do nothing and let the others perish." My mother also yelled, causing my father to get back up and calm down.
"Please accept my apologies." My father spoke in soothing voices. He eventually calmed down and his eyes became clear. It's a sign that he's regaining his identity.
"Let's go down and ask for assistance from the military and police." Tanya nodded and smiled brightly.
But, before we took a step, we heard a strange voice behind us.
"Oh my goodness. I expected a husband-and-wife feud here, but I guess I was wrong." With a sigh of disappointment, the man said.
My father turned around and looked for the man. We surmise and recall looking at him based on his clothes and hair. He was the guy we bumped into on our way downstair inside.
When the crazed individual follows us. I sensed a presence with his walk, and my father appears to notice him as well, given that he was able to avoid the attack. But why doesn't this guy have any presence at all?
Father eyes turned fierce and immediately glared to the man. He handed me over again with my mother as he point his fist that still wounded.
"Oh, scary, scary, too scary!" He said, sounded like the guy who was knocked down last time. It is full of mockery and ridicule.
"Don't you remember me?" The man inquired if he was related to my father.
"What are you on about?" My father responded as he prepared to punch the guy.
"That's unfortunate-" When the guy was speaking, he abruptly paused and boldly said.
'Karl.' After he said those words, the ground shook. And, surprisingly, I saw my father grit his teeth, clench his hand, the artery in his forehead revolt again, he glared up at the guy, and, worse, my father's face darkened.
"Who are you?!" My father's voice has completely changed. It sounded like a wild, angry beast destroying his environment.
Wait! Karl! Karl! Karl! Karl! Karl! Karl! Karl! Karl! Karl! Karl! Karl! Karl! Ugh !!!!!!!! When I start thinking the word Karl, my head hurts again.
Someone's face appeared in my mind once more! The guy who said something that I can't even understand.
'Can you tell me who you are?!' What exactly are you?! Who are you?!'
I'm trying to remember him, but the pain is excruciating; it's as if my mind is about to snap.
As I continued to think, dizziness filled my head. My baby body bursts into tears and sobs loudly. I can't stand it, I can't stand it!
While my eyes are shut. A I sniff the odor of a drug that is weakening my consciousness. What is going on?! I can't open my eyes because I'm dizzy. What is going on right now?!
My ears were filled with echoes of all the sounds. I can't hear anything except a loud siren!
What exactly is this drug? After a minute, I was completely out of it.
I can hear my mother calling my name, but my mouth is too small to open because I'm still a baby.
As I sniffed more of the smoke, my body shivered in pain. My nose was itchy, which caused my mind to go blank.
It hurts, but why does it hurt so much? My body was being tortured by the drug. It feels like someone is slapping me with a whip, as if I were a slave being punished.
I completely lost consciousness after a minute.
Oh my goodness... My mother was holding me when I reopened my eyes, but she was lying down in a cold land.
My eyes widened as I noticed the ceiling, and when I turned side by side, it was completely dark. There is no light or fire in the vicinity. I can't even make out the ground. But when I try to look in front of me again, I see a pair of red eyes staring at me with the intent of someone looking to kill. And when I turned around, I noticed that the left and right sides are identical.
Regardless of where we are. Everywhere I look, all I see are the eyes of someone who enjoys devouring...