All Chapters of Single Life Survival Level Up: Anti-Skinny Revenge: Chapter 81 - Chapter 83

"Grab the ingredients!" Bima roared, the black garlic and aged chilies still clutched in his hand, momentarily forgotten in the surge of panic. The marketplace, moments before a vibrant tapestry of authentic commerce, had dissolved into a nightmarish tableau of manufactured desire.Patrons, their faces slack, their eyes glazed, were lunging for anything edible, their programmed cravings overriding every instinct of self-preservation.The stark white uniforms of Core Prime enforcers materialized from the swirling panic, a chillingly efficient tide. Their movements were precise, predatory, their objective clear.  Bima and his companions."They’re not just surrounding us. They’re herd us!" Riska yelled, her voice strained as she tried to analyze the chaotic energy signatures. "The disruption field is amplifying everyone’s primal cravings! It’s a controlled panic!"Kevin, surprisingly, wasn't cowering. His eyes, though wide with a

Bima’s lungs burned, the stench of ozone and corrupted brine clawing at his throat. The enforcers, their forms blurred by the iridescent chaos erupting from the vat, were relentless. Their synthesized commands, distorted and amplified by the cavern’s acoustics, merged into a deafening roar.“Containment protocol active! Harvesting initiated!”“No!” Bima’s voice was a desperate rasp, fueled by a primal fury. He lunged, not towards an escape, but towards the vat itself, his hand outstretched, intent on smashing the corrupted catalyst, on preventing Core Prime from weaponizing their desperate act of defiance.But the vat was a roiling tempest of light and corrupted energy. It pushed back, a physical force that slammed into Bima, sending him staggering. He felt Riska’s hand grab his arm, her grip vice-like.“Bima! We can’t! It’s too unstable!” her voice was a panicked whisper, barely audible above the infernal din.Kevin, his face a mask of terror, pointed a trembling finger. “Look! The w