The leader tried to break free but couldn't budge an inch!
Summer Leng's fingers gripped his wrist like cold, steel pincers, devoid of any warmth a living person should have.
Crack!
With a casual squeeze, Summer Leng crushed the leader's wrist bones into powder with a chilling snap.
"Ahh!!! I'll kill you, you bastard!!" The leader, driven mad by pain, roared like a wild beast.
With both hands lost, survival in this world was impossible. With nothing left, he decided to go all out and die with his enemy.
But he had no means left to hurt the opponent. His legs were still paralyzed, his hands completely destroyed...
In a frenzy, he opened his mouth wide, like a rabid dog, trying to bite at Summer Leng.
"Ugh..."
But before he could close his mouth, something hard was shoved inside.
Looking down, he saw Summer Leng had stuffed his own four fingers into the leader's mouth, pressing his thumb against his jaw, holding it in place.
"You..."
Snap!
Splatter!
With a twist of his wrist, Summer Leng violently tore off the leader's entire jaw!
Blood spurted out in torrents, splashing over Summer Leng's face and body!
But soon, the blood splattered on his body mysteriously seeped into his skin and vanished!
The leader, now missing his entire lower jaw, was completely broken, writhing on the ground in agony, groaning pitifully as blood mixed with dirt.
His reign of terror in this wasteland was over...
Summer Leng's face remained as cold as frost, his dark eyes watching the writhing body on the ground with icy indifference.
The deformed refugees hiding in their tents huddled in fear, too terrified to even breathe loudly after witnessing the scene outside.
Summer Leng walked over, extending his steel-like fingers, and grabbed the bloodied leader by the throat, lifting the now completely crippled man off the ground.
"Ugh... please... spare me..." The overwhelming desire to live overpowered everything else as the leader began to plead for his life, even though he had lost his arms and jaw, still desperate to cling to life in this apocalyptic world.
But the only response to the leader's desperate eyes was Summer Leng's fist swinging towards his face...
Bang!
With just one punch, the leader's head exploded like a violently smashed watermelon, sending fragments of bone, brain matter, and skin splattering in all directions!
His limbs went limp, his body dropping lifelessly, only the remaining nerves causing slight twitches.
As Summer Leng withdrew his punch, a translucent blue crystal emerged from within his fist—the kind only found within the heads of the Baptized.
This crystal, which he had once swallowed but couldn't digest, was now wrapped in fine tendrils extending from Summer Leng's palm!
Within five seconds, the crystal was completely absorbed into his hand, as if it had been digested!
Simultaneously, the muscles in Summer Leng's legs began to wriggle visibly, becoming more defined and increasing his explosive power!
Finally, the darkness in his eyes began to recede, restoring them to their original color, and his consciousness seemed to return as well.
He looked around in shock at the unfamiliar surroundings, seeing the deformed refugees in their shabby tents staring at him with terrified eyes, and on the ground lay a headless corpse.
From the attire and the severed right arm, Summer Leng recognized this as the Baptized hunter he had fought earlier!
The scenes from before... were not a dream?!
Did I create all of this?
Did I kill the Baptized?!
And the subconscious flashes of green tanks, the doctor, experiments, modifications...
All of it floated hazily through his mind, like fragments of long-sealed memories being leaked, though incomplete...
But one thing was clear: the word deeply etched into his mind—[Blacklight Virus]...
Through these fragmented memories, distant and mysterious coordinates began to vaguely emerge in his mind.
Somewhere, a voice seemed to be calling him to uncover the mystery of his origins...
Ever since he was five or six, Summer Leng had been scavenging through garbage dumps in the city, picking through scraps to stave off hunger, sleeping in discarded cardboard boxes with cockroaches and flies, fighting stray cats and dogs for territory.
The words "father" and "mother" were foreign to him, as if he had sprung from the earth itself.
Until one day, people discovered this thin, dirty, but determined little boy and sent him to an orphanage, ending his "fulfilling" childhood...
"What are these fragmented memories..." Summer Leng tried desperately to recall the nightmare from after he lost consciousness, but a sharp pain suddenly pierced his head, as if his subconscious was forcing him to go and uncover the clues about his origins...
"Frozen Corpse Land, coordinates, 240 meters underground."
This coordinate information suddenly erupted in his mind, like a pre-programmed reminder, urging him once again that this place was a must-visit.
"Then I'll go check it out…"
Summer Leng muttered to himself, as if the endless days of desperate hunting just to fill his stomach suddenly had a goal, filling him with a strange sensation.
But he didn't know what "Frozen Corpse Land" was, never having heard of it. Perhaps those living comfortably in the fortresses would know.
So, Summer Leng set his first goal—to head for the nearest fortress city within a hundred kilometers, Komodo Fortress.
While gathering information, he could also stock up on supplies for the unknown, distant journey ahead.
At that moment, Summer Leng remembered the valuable pale blue crystal he had obtained after smashing the Baptized's head.
But it had mysteriously disappeared into his palm!
Summer Leng looked at his hand in disbelief, feeling the lingering warmth of the blue crystal that was now gone, seemingly absorbed into his body!
To verify this strange occurrence, he instinctively reached into his pocket for the black crystal he had obtained earlier, only to realize he was completely naked, his already tattered clothes torn to shreds by the deformed refugees.
Just as Summer Leng was about to strip the beast skin off the leader's corpse to cover himself, countless black tendrils suddenly extended from his skin!
These tendrils, as thin as threads, wove together in a rhythmic pattern, and within seconds, they had formed a beast-skin outfit identical to the one on the corpse, covering Summer Leng's body...