19:25.

Jerusalem, the New City.

When she regained consciousness, Fujimoto Ayara found herself standing in a bedroom of a house. The room was dimly lit, and there were occasional explosions and cries for help outside. The air was filled with the smell of blood and gunpowder.

That's fantastic! I didn't even choose the two most difficult locations myself, it's absolutely perfect.

"PEACE?"

In the dim light from outside the window, he could see graffiti on the bedroom wall, probably left by a child. It seemed that a family of three had once lived here, but now it was empty.

The bedroom door was ajar, and the living room was pitch black, with only faint noises audible.

Fujimoto Ayara held her breath and listened intently. It sounded like something was crawling and scraping on the ground outside, and it sounded sticky and slimy.

He had a general idea, then quietly walked to the window, lifted the curtain, and looked outside.

The scene there was horrific. Under the eaves of a building directly opposite, a bipedal creature the size of a car was devouring a corpse, its organs and brains scattered everywhere.

At the same time, he heard a terrified scream.

Fujimoto Ayara paused for a moment, then saw a girl limping out from the other side of the street, with a giant fly-like creature firmly behind her.

The child was clearly terrified. She looked back and stood there dumbfounded, forgetting how to run. She was wearing dirty, tattered clothes, with thin arms and legs, looking pitiful.

Soon, Fujimoto Ayara hissed in shock. Amidst its piercing howl, he saw its countless open mandibles on its brownish-yellow skin easily crush the girl's head like chewing potato chips. He could even hear the sound of the skull breaking.

The monster lowered its head and swallowed most of the gooey flesh and blood that had turned into a pile of heads. Then, as if sensing something, it suddenly stopped and turned to look behind it.

Like a ghost, Fujimoto Ayara teleported to its side, pressed down on the row of mandibles, and tore it into several pieces with both hands.

We definitely can't stay in the house for long. Who knows what kind of crap is making that noise in the living room? 346 won't let him hide like that. As a forbidden object that contains large, extreme life forms, it wants everyone to forget everything and throw themselves into the chaotic disaster, tormenting the will of every outsider, so that they can be reborn in constant death and suffering.

He walked to the girl's body, pushed the gnawed bones, and didn't care about the blood and brain matter on his hands.

"This is comparable to Dead Space, isn't it? That foreigner is probably trying to trick me on purpose."

Not far away, a young man sat slumped on the ground, staring blankly at the mutilated corpses scattered all over the street. The female corpse lying in front of him was only the upper half, and it looked like his partner.

A man with a blood-soaked face, wearing a windbreaker, reached out and pulled him up, shouting, "Cheer up! We..."

Just then, the half-corpse on the ground suddenly sprang up, as if controlled by something, and pounced towards his face.

The moment it opened its mouth, Fujimoto Ayara saw the dense fleshy growths on its chest, covered with sharp teeth covered with barbs.

The heroic figure was swallowed up in the blink of an eye, with only his outstretched right hand remaining outside, resting on the man's shoulder, his thumb twitching.

The female corpse instantly grew to three meters tall, standing on the road like an oversized puppet, with chewing sounds constantly emanating from its body.

The young man kneeling on the ground stared blankly, then suddenly scrambled to his feet, screaming as he left the monster that was still gnawing on raw flesh, even tripping and falling in the process.

The wrist of the "savior" was mercilessly discarded, lying in its own pool of blood like a tasteless joke.

This is certainly not surprising. When disaster strikes, there are always people who feel they are special, who want to protect something, and then they die a horrible and meaningless death.

Fujimoto Ayara didn't even glance at her surroundings, and walked straight in one direction. Whatever tragedy happened here was none of her business. Anyway, these citizens would come back to life the next day, no matter how sad they seemed at the moment.

It was all just a nightmare they couldn't remember, for them.

He walked through the alleyways, turning this way and that, and even broke into a few houses along the way, hoping to find a suitable weapon to use.

It has to be said that Jerusalem after the mutation has a bit of a free atmosphere. Fujimoto Ayara found a Scorpion submachine gun, fifty barely usable bullets, and three grenades in no time.

As he passed through a three-story villa, a couple shouted at him desperately.

The woman left a gruesome trail of blood on the ground, crawled over, and tried to get him to take the baby in his arms away.

One side of her body had developed maggot-like folds, covered with pustules the size of eyeballs and tiny mouths, and the mutation was spreading throughout her body.

As for the child in her arms, he didn't seem to have any major problems; he cried like a real baby, making annoying noises.

Look, yet another meticulously planned tragedy is being staged here again and again, thought Fujimoto Ayara, and stopped in her tracks.

He glanced at the pitiful family of three, expressionless, creating an inexplicably comical atmosphere reminiscent of a life-or-death separation.

Gunfire continued unabated, and this group was filled with an intense desire to survive.

"Please, my child is perfectly fine, it's just me... I'm beyond saving. Please, take him away."

Fujimoto Ayara was defeated. He sighed, stepped forward, and reached out to firmly take the baby in his hand.

"Th-thank you... thank you so much, please—"

The next second, he raised his hand and shot the woman in the back of the head.

The action was swift and decisive, without any hesitation or warning; the great mother's head exploded, splattering blood all over his face.

The man next to Fujimoto Ayara—he really didn't know how to describe the guy's expression—was also stunned. Just as he was about to say something, he shot the man in the head as well.

The baby in her arms immediately stopped crying, whether from being startled by the sound of gunpowder or for some other reason, it was unclear.

After he finished, he stared down at the corpse for a while. The two piles of minced meat could not be described as a "car crash scene." People were still crying around. This kind of thing happened everywhere.

He wiped the blood off his face with his collar and found there was quite a bit.

Oh, and there's this innocent child in my arms, whose parents just died.

Fujimoto Ayara gave him a friendly smile.

He knew this would be a big problem, so he simply threw the little beast between the two corpses. As for the consequences—whatever, they'd meet again in another world anyway.

"Expecting us to have a conscience... don't be ridiculous, buddy."