Transforming Succubus: Almost Doomsday

The manic laughter accompanied the howling of wild dogs.

The content that followed was too gory.

Zhou Baiyu had almost turned his arm purple before he truly realized it was a dream; even so, the aftermath was significant, and it took him a long time to recover.

In the last scene of the memory, a figure was sewing a wildcat's head onto a wild dog's body.

The dog's front legs were replaced with the cat's hind legs. This confused patchwork and stitching felt very amusing to the figure.

He even thought about raising a cat-headed dog as a pet. Or perhaps a human-headed dog or a dog-headed human would be nice.

While some were playing games with their parents on a warm afternoon, others were piecing together animal corpses in a dark, dingy dump.

For some, a brief period of heartwarming memory is just a boring recollection.

Similarly, for others, a brief period of dark memory is also just a mundane recollection.

Zhou Baiyu took a long time to digest this memory, to be sure it wasn't his own, convinced that he could never do such things.

But the memory had its effect; for a moment, he truly felt that sewing different species' bodies together possessed a twisted beauty.

Fortunately, Zhou Baiyu quickly dismissed the thought, clearly realizing that he had exchanged memories with the stitcher. This sensation was not his own.

But he also realized what Lin had mentioned was true, exchanging memories with a corrupted entity was extremely dangerous.

There were other fragmented memories that were even more distorted, even... more twisted than piecing together animal corpses.

But since they were too fleeting, Zhou Baiyu only saw brief snippets.

He did not know the causes and consequences of these scenes forming.

In one scene, the stitcher with a maniacal grin told his parents, "We will always be together; no one can leave anyone. I will create a world where everyone loves each other!"

Although Zhou Baiyu did not see what followed, he could guess what someone like the stitcher...would do to his parents.

Because the memories had become his own, recalling them later...both parents' faces had turned into those of Wang Shufen and Zhou Zeshui.

Zhou Baiyu had no doubt...he might have nightmares in the future.

In the dreams, he would stitch his parents and say with a morbidly sweet demeanor, "Now we are a family that can never be separated!"

Thinking this, he once again felt the terror of the apocalypse. In the apocalypse...many twisted humans were born.

Kuang Xun, the great pioneer's troubles, gave Zhou Baiyu and the stitcher a brief "Metamorphosis" experience.

For Zhou Baiyu, the experience from this memory wasn't pleasant.

But overall, Zhou Baiyu's memory exchange this time was fruitful.

Especially the unexpected part, the so-called messengers of the stitcher or avatars of the stitcher...were actually the stitcher himself.

But what he hadn't anticipated was...the influence of memories was mutual; he was affected by the stitcher's memories, and the stitcher was also affected by his.

The memories he obtained from the stitcher were crucial, but the most crucial were—

the "mundane memories" he imparted to the stitcher.

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Fifteen seconds was a short time.

But for Zhou Baiyu, truly digesting those memories from the stitcher, especially the lingering effects of those twisted memories...was not brief at all.

He felt like a long time had passed, as if he had struggled for a long time to wake from a nightmare.

Now, the shopping mall was filled with prisoners. The noisy building was rife with bloodshed and slaughter. Prisoners' bodies sprawled in disarray, many having accumulated triple-digit scores, dreaming of killing enough people to gain their freedom.

A family of five had already begun their "carnivorous journey," expanding from five to over a dozen.

But this did not make Zhou Baiyu any safer.

On the contrary, the situation in the building at this moment...had become unprecedentedly dangerous.

As Zhou Baiyu was estimating how much time he had left before he would meet with the chairman again...

The sky suddenly darkened.

Night fell, and the entire building plunged into pitch darkness.

Zhou Baiyu immediately became alert.

"The Night Demon is here!"

The true Night Demon had arrived. In the darkness, the combat abilities of the Night Demon were among the top in the demon ranks.

The inmates who realized this ceased their conflicts and grew quiet.

No one wanted to be the prey in the shadows.

In an instant, the oppressive aura of the Night Demon, as if night itself had descended, silenced the entire building.

The smell of blood in the air, the fear hidden in people's hearts, and the bodies on the ground...all stirred the excitement of the Blood Demon, the Horror Demon, and the Nether Demon.

The Lust Demon complained that the darkness made it impossible for people to see its form, but the Night Demon did not care.

The elite of the demon race had arrived at their destination, and their massacre feast was just starting.

In the increasingly quiet darkness, Zhou Baiyu patiently waited for an opportunity, wanting to estimate the number of monsters through their sounds, contemplating whether to initiate Absolute Moment.

But just as he was carefully listening to the sounds in the darkness...he suddenly shuddered.

Ding-a-ling. A ringtone sounded.

During a seven-day trial Zhou Baiyu had previously participated in, he had experimented with many plays and established some bizarre conditioned reflexes. Now, with the ringing sound, his excitement sprouted like a fresh shoot breaking the soil.

It was the chime of the attendant herding human cattle, a little spice between him and Midel.