Humans have a unique body structure designed to adapt to any situation they encounter.
The anatomy of each structure provides a clear understanding of how the human body reacts when it becomes malnourished or gains weight.
However, it was unheard of for a human or any living organism from Earth to drastically double in both weight and height overnight.
That was why Damon reacted immediately to the shocking discovery.
His once smaller stature had doubled in weight due to the excessive muscles that grew and became tighter. The ragged shirt he wore could literally rip in two from the pressure applied by his chest.
Although part of it held strong, trying not to split in two.
His collarbone had shifted upwards to stabilize his body mass, with bones as tough as iron supporting his interior.
The transformation gave him a towering height of 6 feet, with a robust foundation.
"I can feel the void energy surging through me, wanting to burst out and wreak havoc on my surroundings." Damon stared at his arm, closing and opening his hands, as they felt unfamiliar to him.
He noticed his senses had enhanced, enabling him to even detect the slightest temperature change in the air.
The feeling gave off the aura of a predator, something Damon thought might be related to his Dark Knight title.
The four individuals consisted of Kenny, Michael, Damon, and someone who always lurked behind the scenes, standing at their master's side—Michael.
This person was one of the Curseweavers under Michael. Damon had noticed the figure and the protective presence they gave off around Michael.
The identity of this person was unknown because, as before, they wore a dark, eerie hooded cloak that obstructed anyone from seeing their appearance.
The four of them were the only Curseweavers in the slums. Brooks had been one, but now he was nothing but a memory and a bloodstain plastered on the giant crater.
'This kid... I didn't know how strong he is,' Michael thought. He was unable to measure Damon's strength; in all the years of fighting different opponents, he really didn't expect this.
Before ending up in the slums, Michael had the reputation of a gangster. He had committed multiple genocides and engaged in illegal drug trafficking.
Although the people he killed were corrupt politicians and citizens, it didn't justify his actions, and he was sentenced to the slums as punishment.
That was why taking someone's life to survive didn't weigh him down.
The world was in chaos, and he was the kind of individual to balance the condition of the world with the same level of destruction.
Awakening the power bestowed upon a lucky few made him want revenge for residing in the slums for years.
Michael turned to the crowd behind him and announced, "Now that most of us are here, let's proceed to break out of here and see the world again!"
After he said that, everyone advanced across the border dividing the districts and set their feet into the Red Zone.
Everyone treaded carefully because they knew danger lurked, and their eyes had to be peeled.
*Squeaks...*
*Squeak...*
The once familiar squeaks echoed in Damon's ears, as flashbacks of his encounter with them replayed in his head.
"Those bastards still linger. I thought I ended them all. Looks like there are more," Damon thought.
He was sure that the mega rats wouldn't be a problem for the Curseweavers, but that couldn't be said for the people behind them.
They were terrified; however, they moved on with calm hearts, anticipating freedom.
Without warning, all at once, ten mega rats leaped from different hidden corners of the dimly lit area.
Their eyes were red and bulging with high killing intent. As each of them landed, they instantly found the nearest person to sink their teeth into.
"Everyone, hurry up towards the door!" Kenny shouted, and everyone proceeded in a disorderly fashion, barreling through anyone who stood in the way and didn't run along with the crowd.
Kenny created a makeshift wind cannon out of thin air and blasted it toward a rodent, bursting it into a mangled, bloody mess.
Pieces of what was once the rodent splattered in different directions—guts, intestines, and so on.
Air gathered around Kenny's fist before condensing into thin blades that he used to slice effortlessly through a rodent's skin, damaging its vitals, before decapitating the next one's head from its body.
He maneuvered through them as more rodents free-dived from corners, numbering twenty, but that didn't stop his slaughter.
"Why are they weaker than when I fought with them?" Damon muttered, before applying pressure to his fingers, crushing the neck of a struggling rat and tossing it to the side.
Around him were corpses of dead rats killed in the most brutal way possible—a sign of revenge for what they had done to him.
A punch from him, and the skull of a rodent shattered, leaving a deflated head with a large gash at the spot of the impact.
"It seems with all my attributes at 27, I surpass them intensely," Damon thought, amazed and excited at how strong he was. In minutes, he had just massacred a number of twenty rats.
The rats were relentless, and the sight of a large crowd lured them all out in a horde, as starvation drove them to feed ravenously.
Meanwhile, Michael stood with his arms crossed while the hooded figure known as Black Slayer killed the rodents that came their way with his black scythes.
Black Slayer performed with precision, his movements almost unnoticeable to the keen eye.
Each devastating slash cut deep into the rats, yet he didn't stop there and kept slashing until the rodents were unrecognizable.
Michael had a solemn look, his mustache flat as he avoided the bullet-like crystals shot at him with slight bone-cracking movements.
There was some disdain in Damon's eyes for a split second, seeing Michael using Black Slayer as his defense while he just stood there.
However, his attention was instantly drawn to a particular cry a few meters away from him.
"Help! Help! Help me, please!!"
Upon seeing the person who cried for help, Damon smirked as he walked and stood before him.
"Hey! My leg has been broken! Please help me. If you do, I will offer you..." Weasel's speech was cut short, recognizing who towered before him, causing him to swallow hard.
"Well, well, well, you little cunt," Damon said in a sinister manner, eyes bloodshot. "I hope you know what I said."
"..."
Before Weasel could utter a word, a crystal spike was shoved right through his face, rupturing his skull and coming out the other end.
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