Semua Bab Single Life Survival Level Up: Anti-Skinny Revenge: Bab 41 - Bab 50

The man’s white leather shoes stepped silently onto the snow, which was stained with the Sentinel’s blue fluid. He walked with an unnatural grace, ignoring the freezing Svalbard snowstorm swirling around him. Who... are you? Bima asked, his voice raspy, gasping as he endured the pain in his blistered body. The man in the white suit smiled faintly, looking at Bima as if he were nothing more than a speck of dust beneath his shoe. I am Ronald, the man replied in a tone that was soft yet echoed coldly. Lead Architect of Core Prime, and the curator of the feelingless world we are about to enter. Riska stared at the man, her body trembling violently, her hand holding the tactical tablet slowly lowering. Ronald... You are the Director of the Global Nutrition Project who was reported missing ten years ago, Riska whispered, her eyes wi

Lia, drop the case! Bima shouted, lunging forward, his blistered hand trembling violently. He ignored the searing pain radiating through his nerves as he wrenched the metal case from Lia’s tight grip. The digital ticking inside the case grew louder, pulsing with an intense crimson light that bled through the seams of the metal. Lia staggered back, her breath hitching in her throat, her eyes wide with terror. Bima... what is happening? Why is it vibrating? Lia asked, her voice shaking amidst the warmth of the wooden temple. Damn it, Core Prime planted a tracking bomb inside the grain safety seal! Riska cursed, her gaze filled with a rare, raw panic. Riska knelt by the table, frantically aiming her cracked tablet scanner at the metal case. It is not just a tracking bomb, young lady, old Antonius interrupted, stepping forward with a ca

The moment the zero flashed, the entire room shook with a high-frequency shriek that was deafening."Bima! My hand... I can't let go!" Riska shrieked, her voice cutting through the mechanical roar.The skin on her right arm was now covered in a metallic silver fluid from the wheat-based briefcase, crawling rapidly toward her elbow like a starving parasite.Bima lunged forward, grabbing Riska’s wrist with both hands, hands still blistered from the electrical discharge in Svalbard.BZZZZT!A jolting, unnatural chill slammed into Bima’s chest, leaving him gasping for air and nearly loosening his grip."Let go, Bima! If you keep holding on, your cell structure will be defragmented too!" Riska cried out, tears mixing with the silver fluid on her skin."I’m not letting go of you again, Riska! Not after everything we’ve been through!" Bima roared, his eyes wide and burning with desperate rage.Lia rushed over, trying to hug Riska from behind to add weight so she wouldn't be dragged toward the

The boom did not come from an explosion, but from the collision of realities hitting Bima's consciousness. "Bima, wake up! Don't let go of my hand!" Lia's voice sounded like a whisper in a storm, fading and returning in an irregular rhythm. Bima forced his eyelids open, but all he found was a field of snow that had turned golden. He was not in the depths of the earth, nor in the ruined Svalbard. He was stranded in a valley covered in a stinging white mist of light. Beside him, Riska sat panting, her tablet completely dead, leaving only a useless metal frame. "Where are we?" Bima's voice was hoarse, his throat burning from the strange cold air, as if he had just swallowed shards of ice crystal. Lia was nearby, but she was staring straight ahead with a terrifying, vacant expression. In Lia's hand, the metal suitcase was

The figure lowered their cloak’s hood slowly, letting the silver light from the shield reflect off skin that looked far too young for someone who had led the history of flavor for so long. It was Bima’s face. Not a metal duplicate or a binary imitation, but Bima’s own face, complete with the small scar on his left temple he had gotten during that first experimental kitchen incident five years ago. Bima gasped, stumbling backward until his heel hit Lia’s foot, who remained frozen in place. "Impossible," Bima whispered, his voice catching in his throat, his eyes wildly scanning every detail of the person standing behind the shield. "Who are you, really? Why do you have my face?" The figure smiled, a smile that was warm, familiar, and far more human than the grins of the previous entities. He stepped through the transparent shield, his leath