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I hurriedly turned my face towards the direction I had come from, straining to listen. However, all I could hear was the intense beating of my heart and my heavy breathing. The run had left me unable to rest for a moment, let alone recover my strength.
I tossed my backpack behind me and placed both hands over my ears. With this increased listening area, a strange sound began to seep into my ears, reminiscent of Jack's voice but eerie.
It was indeed a sound, but it seemed to go directly to my brain without passing through my ears at all. This sensation was hard to explain; it felt as if the sound waves had reached my brain before they caused any vibrations in my eardrums. What I heard was less like a sound and more like a chaotic vibration.
This sound made my heart race with agitation, leaving me feeling quite uncomfortable. I clicked on the One-Eyed Beast Flashlight and pressed it against my ear, turning it along with my head.
I had already adjusted the beam to its maximum brightness, allowing me to see clearly without needing to move my head much.
Nothing appeared within the illuminated area, yet my discomfort and fear only intensified. I fixed my gaze on the area lit by the One-Eyed Beast Flashlight and urgently asked Jack, "Can you sense what attacked you? Is it large, and can it fly?"
At that moment, my eyes involuntarily darted toward the dark void.
"Damn it. I was attacked without any warning. The instant I was struck, I retaliated, but there was nothing behind me. To me, it felt like a claw from hell; it didn’t catch me and simply retreated back into hell," Jack cursed angrily as he also turned on his One-Eyed Beast Flashlight.
"Can it fly? How is that possible? If it were some kind of bird capable of inflicting great harm on me, I should have felt the air currents as it passed by. But in reality, I felt nothing when I was attacked. No, your theory doesn’t hold up."
"Did you search with the Flashlight after the incident?"
"Of course! Otherwise, how would I think this thing came from hell?"
I didn’t comment on Jack’s words. I certainly didn’t believe in tales of attacks from hell. However, I knew that whatever had caused Jack such severe injury must be terrifying. Moreover, I had a premonition that this attack came from above; I couldn’t believe anything could vanish from the ground in an instant.
Jack kept his flashlight low, focusing primarily on the ground. In contrast, I raised the angle of the One-Eyed Beast Flashlight to illuminate a large area of the ceiling. At the same time, I slowly bit down on the flashlight and reached for my AK-47 assault rifle. Gently chambering a round, I rested the stock against my right shoulder while moving the muzzle along with the beam of light from the One-Eyed Beast Flashlight.
My body felt extremely weak. Even holding up the AK-47 in a fixed position made me break out in a cold sweat. However, reality didn’t allow me to maintain this stance for long; just moments after raising the AK-47, a massive shadow suddenly appeared before me—much like Jack's—and it seemed to emerge from hell itself.
Of course, I was an atheist, so at that moment, I was more inclined to believe that this thing came from an alternate dimension.
The appearance of this thing was very strange. It was large, over two meters wide, and when I first saw it, we were no more than ten meters apart. However, the light from the One-Eyed Beast Flashlight, even with a wide beam, should have illuminated over fifty meters. Yet this thing suddenly appeared right in front of me; it was truly uncanny.
I had no time to react, not even enough time to clearly see what this ghostly thing looked like. Fortunately, I had prepared adequately for this situation, especially mentally ready to shoot at any moment.
"Tap tap tap," I fired a short burst. The sound of the AK-47 was not crisp but loud; in this silent space, the gunfire was particularly jarring.
My hands did not tremble from exhaustion; instead, I executed a precise three-round burst while controlling the muzzle rise. The bullets accurately struck the shadow that was so close.
Its disappearance was as sudden as its appearance; with the last gunshot echoing, the massive shadow vanished like a specter before my eyes. However, it left something behind—a hot substance splattered across my face and body.
But I didn’t wipe it away; my eyes remained tense, scanning for where the shadow might reappear. There wasn’t an exact location; the only thing I could determine was that it had emerged within a ten-meter radius around me, and its position seemed random.
Jack hadn’t fired because he hadn’t seen the shadow. After my gunfire, he nervously asked me, “What did you see?”
“A shadow. It’s huge.” I continued to search for that ghostly thing, too preoccupied to give him a detailed explanation.
“What’s on your face?!”
Jack’s exclamation made me uneasy. I knew that the shadow had sprayed something on my face and body, but I didn’t have time to deal with it. I assumed it was blood from whatever that creature was because aside from the strong smell of blood, my skin felt normal otherwise.
However, judging by Jack's reaction, it clearly wasn’t just blood; he wouldn’t scream like that over a little blood, no matter whose it was.
I wiped my face with the back of my hand and felt something sticky. Bringing it closer to my eyes revealed a clump of green substance that looked disgusting. Anyone would feel unsettled after being splattered with such a thing. Frowning, I brought my hand to my nose to sniff it before rubbing it clean on my clothes.
“It’s its blood; I hit it. I think it won’t show up again for a while.”
I let out a sigh of relief as I lowered the Muzzle. Holding this AK-47 felt like a burden to me. I wiped my face with my sleeve, but it didn’t help much; there was quite a bit of green blood on my clothes, and I must have smeared my face with it too. I could tell by the way Jack looked at me that I probably resembled a ghost.
"What is that thing? Its blood is green. Is it the Green Giant?"
"If it is, then it's a flying Green Giant. It appeared out of nowhere in midair, as if it had suddenly emerged from hell or an alternate dimension. We need to be prepared for it to show up again. Seeing ghosts here shouldn’t be too surprising; looking on the bright side, being alive and seeing a ghost is probably more likely than winning the lottery."
If this bad luck could turn into good luck, I wouldn’t even need to win the lottery; even the Two-color Ball, the hardest lottery in the world to win, would seem within reach. I chuckled at my own self-mockery.
"Let me see your back. We might not have time to treat your wounds properly, but I can at least give you some basic first aid." I patted Jack on the shoulder.
As I spoke, I was still facing the direction we had come from while Jack faced me. Suddenly, a voice exploded in my mind—not through my ears, but directly into my brain.
My face really was green. In an instant, I realized something important. (To Be Continued...)
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