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墨書 Inktalez
I felt exhausted and desperate, seeking some comfort.
Being wronged like this was unbearable. I waved my hands and shouted at him, "I'm trying to save you! Do you think I have the luxury to..."
Suddenly, I caught sight of the dagger I was waving in my hand and understood Jack's feelings in an instant.
The blade was smeared with something that looked like pink jelly, but what truly stunned me was the green-glowing object impaled on the tip of the dagger. It was about the size of a jujube, pulsating with a green light that flickered in rhythm with a heartbeat. I squeezed it; it was bouncy, like a rubber ball.
However, I didn’t treat it as a toy. Given the reaction it provoked, this object must be the core of the parasite.
I placed it under my foot without pulling out the dagger, resting both the dagger and its tip on the ground. Then, I stomped down hard. With a loud 'bang', the jujube-sized green glowing object burst beneath my foot.
Thick green liquid splattered everywhere.
"Ah..."
Jack let out another heart-wrenching scream.
The sound was so haunting it felt like being tortured by a hundred attackers at once. But my orientation was perfectly normal; if this were happening outside, I would definitely turn and walk away. I couldn't afford to be associated with this.
Yet in this situation, I couldn't just abandon him. Feeling guilty, I glanced around and suddenly realized there wasn't a single shadow in sight.
Once his wailing subsided, I angrily said, "Stop howling! I'm not trying to harm you. But if you keep this up, don’t blame me for silencing you."
Jack managed to open his eyes just a slit, his face contorted in agony. I found it puzzling how someone could make such complex expressions when their face was swollen to this extent. Such acting skills would be wasted if he didn't venture into Hollywood.
"My back..."
Jack's voice sounded hoarse, but it was barely above a whisper. It seemed that the long sound had emptied his lungs of air.
I wanted to retort with his own words: Your back is fine.
But wouldn't that be an obvious lie? Besides, I still needed to continue removing the weeds for him, and now this guy had inconveniently woken up. I had to make him cooperate, not act recklessly like before.
I took a rolled-up bandage and stuffed it into his mouth. "Bite down. You've got something on your back, and I'm going to cut it off. Also, don't scream like that; it's too disturbing. If you must yell, at least give me a heads-up first."
Jack suddenly spat out the bandage he had just bitten down on. "Them? How many are there?"
I pressed my lips together. "Just cut one off. There are six more."
Jack's eyes, which were swollen to slits, suddenly widened. Curiously, I shone the One-Eyed Beast Flashlight at him but saw no trace of his blue irises; all I could see was white in those slits. I shook his chin to rouse him, but there was no response. Damn it, he must have fainted from fear.
This was actually quite convenient; I wouldn't have to worry about his emotions or him biting off his own tongue.
I immediately directed the flashlight toward Jack's back, where six vine-like things were still thrashing wildly. However, I soon noticed a troubling situation—the remaining six fist-sized tubers seemed to be moving as well. After observing closely for a moment, I realized they were sinking into Jack's body. It appeared they sensed danger and were taking extreme measures.
Panic surged through me; I didn't know how long it would take for them to burrow into Jack's body, but if they got inside, I'd be out of options. Even if Jack didn't die immediately, I wouldn't be able to extract them afterward. Carrying around a vegetable-like person was dangerous for me too—who knew if they had other ways of entering my body? It was very likely that in the end, both Jack and I would become their hosts.
I had to remove them before they burrowed too deeply into Jack's body.
There was no time to hesitate. With my left hand, I grabbed a Tuber. I could feel it moving inside. As the vines growing from its top wrapped around my wrist with a swift motion, they tightened with great force, almost digging into my flesh.
I chose to ignore it. There was no time to cut them off one by one; these things weren't lethal. If I cut off their roots, they would naturally lose their vitality, which was more effective than dealing with them directly.
I plunged my dagger into the root with my right hand, applying force with both hands, which was much stronger than using just one. The knife twisted, and a large gash opened up in the Tuber that resembled a yurt. At that moment, the vine-like thing wrapped around my wrist seemed to sense the pain and suddenly released its grip. It felt as if it had recoiled, writhing away from my wrist like a muscle spasm caused by severe pain.
I had no sympathy for the enemy, especially not for an unknown species. With the binding on my left wrist loosened, I became more agile. I exerted force in the opposite direction, widening the cut even further. The sensation of the knife being wedged in disappeared as I pushed it forward, severing the Tuber completely.
This time, it was quick; it took only a few seconds. I casually tossed aside what I had in hand and scraped the knife against the cut surface with moderate pressure, revealing something glowing green inside. I confirmed that this was its core, akin to a human heart; in fact, its pulsing frequency closely resembled that of a heartbeat.
I noticed that as it pulsed, it sank slightly downward. It seemed capable of breaking down and assimilating bodily tissues to embed itself deeper within. I wouldn't give it any more time or opportunity; I thrust my dagger in with force.
I overdid it. When the dagger penetrated, I felt something hard and heard a faint 'thud.' Pulling out the knife revealed a green glowing object stuck to it, having pierced through, with about half an inch of the blade still exposed. It appeared that I had struck Jack's bone; hopefully, it wouldn't break.
I cast an apologetic glance at Jack and noticed he had woken up. The flesh on his face trembled more violently than before, and one of his hands shook as he tried to shove a roll of bandage into his mouth. His hand and mouth moved in an uncoordinated manner, failing to sync up; half of the bandage roll was stuffed into his mouth but not fully.
I worried that this guy might shove his fingers into his mouth, and one bite could take off a few of them. I quickly grabbed a roll of bandages and stuffed it into his mouth.
Thinking about it, this wasn't a solution. This kind of surgery would be considered major even in a hospital, and without anesthesia, even a tough guy like him wouldn't be able to handle it.
I hurriedly pulled out a syringe of Morphine from the first aid kit and removed the sterile cap under the flashlight. At that moment, I noticed Jack's eyes lit up, gleaming like a narrow slit. He looked like a dog staring at a bone. I realized I was probably like a god holding the bone.
I swiftly injected the Morphine into Jack's muscle. The muscles on his back, which had been as tight as stone, relaxed immediately, and I heard a satisfied groan escape his lips.
This guy is too easily satisfied. (To Be Continued...)
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