"Ding, Mutant detected: ? ? ?"
The red-clad girl floating in mid-air lowered her head as if she were asleep. Around her neck hung a necklace that resembled black obsidian.
Her long hair covered her entire face, and the strands that hung on her shoulders didn't move despite the lack of wind. Her exposed skin was deathly pale, devoid of any color.
Clark's body stiffened, and he stopped breathing. He dared not make a move, afraid of waking her up.
A bitter smile crossed Clark's mind. The noise he made when kicking the door was definitely not small. Although he didn't know why the mutant in front of him showed no reaction, Clark couldn't believe that it hadn't sensed him.
The Eye of Judgment provided no information; it could only confirm that the being before him was not human but a mutant.
When the Eye of Judgment couldn't provide information, it meant that the strength of the being in front of him had overwhelmed him, preventing his mental detection from breaking through its barriers.
Floating in mid-air without external support, the mutant before his eyes had at least reached the peak of the second stage, possibly even the third stage!
Clark felt a sense of despair. This was the greatest crisis he had faced since his rebirth.
As for the black obsidian embedded in the necklace around the little girl's neck, it was very likely the missing key component of the [Skullcrusher's Hand]. Getting it could complete his equipment. But right now, he couldn't risk making any reckless moves. What use would completing his equipment be if he were dead?
What should he do? Clark's thoughts raced as he tried to maintain his composure. Before he could make a choice, suddenly, the little girl in front of him raised her head abruptly. Her face featured delicate features like a doll's, making her appear to be around seven or eight years old. However, her eyes were completely white and filled with cold, resentful malice.
Boom! An unparalleled mental shockwave slammed into Clark's body as if it were tangible, hitting him like a train. In an instant, he was blasted into the wall, causing it to crack and reveal the bricks and steel reinforcements beneath.
Clark tasted blood in his mouth as it spilled out. His chest caved in, as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer. At least three ribs were broken, and his left hand suffered a compound fracture. His blood and qi surged.
Clark's heart laughed bitterly. it was too powerful; the mutant in front of him was beyond his ability to contend with. The blow he had just received nearly shook him to death; he could feel his internal organs bleeding.
If he hadn't activated his power surge, which enhanced his physique, that blow would have killed him instantly.
Too strong. Clark, invincible in the first tier, was utterly defenseless against the suspected third-tier mutant in the red-clad .
Escape! Without hesitation, Clark instantly took out a potion from the Ring of Apocalypse and bit it.
"Ding, Strength +1, Constitution +1, Agility +1"
"Ding, Burst power increased by 50%, endurance, resistance to strikes increased by 30%, attack speed increased by 20%."
Blood surged, and his strength increased once more. At this moment, Clark's strength attribute had reached 23.4.
Combined with the 10% boost from the potion and the 10% burst power boost from the psychic plant, he could now deliver damage exceeding 28.08 strength points at most.
But it was still useless against the suspected third-tier mutant girl because the minimum attribute value for a third-tier mutant was 40 points!
With no resistance in mind, Clark forcibly raised his body and rotated sharply to the right, fleeing like an arrow released from a bow. His speed was so fast that the air around his body was compressed, creating a slight sonic boom.
Behind him, the floating girl in the red-clad seemed unresponsive. She only regained her composure after releasing a mental shockwave. Ten meters! Clark moved like a blur, and there was a floor-to-ceiling window for daylighting on the third floor. If he could make it out, he would escape this building.
Faster, he needed to be faster! Clark strained to unleash the full extent of his internal power, attempting to push his speed to the limit.
Right now, all he could do was pray that the girl in the red-clad had no interest in him and wouldn't pursue him out of the building. Otherwise, he couldn't imagine any hope of survival.
Frantically fleeing, out of the corner of his eye, Clark saw the room number on his right. 303, that was the room where Lynn's mother was.
Before Clark could even form a thought, another wave of psychic energy emanated from behind him. An invisible but substantial psychic shock hit him once again, forming an intangible shockwave that slammed into his back.
"Pfft!" Blood sprayed out. Clark felt excruciating pain all over his body, his back a mass of blood and flesh. His vision darkened, and his body was propelled out of the building like a cannonball.
In mid-air, Clark struggled to protect his head with all his might.
Outside the hospital building, a zombie stared blankly at the third-floor window. There was movement of living creatures up there that had caught its attention.
"Boom!" Before it could react, a dark figure shot out at an incredible speed and collided with its body. Dust filled the air, and the solid concrete ground was left with a deep crater.
Clark felt dizzy and struggled to climb out of the pit. Underneath him was a zombie crushed into a bloody mess.
It was around 1 o'clock in the afternoon, and the warm sunlight dispelled the cold air, but it couldn't dispel the chill in Clark's heart.
On the third floor of the hospital building, the girl in the red-clad floated out of the broken window. Her pale eyes were firmly locked onto Clark in the deep pit.
Clark sighed wryly. Since the girl in the red-clad had followed him out, it seemed like today was the day he would meet his end.
No wonder the zombie doctor tried to lure him to Room 307. A suspected third-tier mutant, even a group of a thousand people wouldn't stand a chance against her.
Clark just couldn't understand why there were mutants here when there were none in his previous life. How did they end up here, especially around him?
He had already been cautious enough. In his expectations, even if Room 307 that the zombie doctor wanted him to go to was dangerous, it should have been at most a first-tier mutant. After all, in his previous life, the team that obtained the [Skullcrusher's Hand] was not particularly powerful, relying on the sacrifice of most ordinary people and the use of firearms to break in.
If there were suspected third-tier mutants here back then, or even second-tier mutants, there was no way that team could have brought the glove back.
After all, a group of over a thousand people attacking here with modern weapons, amidst the roar of grenades and gunfire, would undoubtedly attract the attention of the girl in the red-clad, even if they didn't go to Room 307. It's really hard to accept. Broken ribs pierced his lungs, and Clark coughed violently. Blood sprayed out with each breath, and he was in extremely critical condition.
If he weren't an awakened one with a high constitution for organ repair, an ordinary person would have died a long time ago. He had lost too much blood, and his limbs were growing cold.
With injuries like this, he couldn't even escape in the short term. Clark stared firmly at the slowly floating girl in the red-clad, his vision dim. Another mental shockwave, and he would undoubtedly meet his death.