When he took a bite, the various textures of the burger filled him with ecstasy.

He rarely ate this stuff before his previous life, but after experiencing it, he now eats it all, whether it's fried or high-calorie.

He took another big bite of the hamburger. The rich flavor of the patty, the crispness of the vegetables, and the layers of cheese were like a delicious bomb, filling his taste buds with joy.

While the Duke enjoyed the delicious food, a warm atmosphere filled his room.

Although the room was dark, it didn't stop him from enjoying his food. A soft tablecloth covered the table, giving it a warm feel.

Beautiful music posters hang on the wall, and a sip of warm milk tea flows gently into my stomach, as if to accompany the delicious food.

As Junjue ate his hamburger and enjoyed the delicious food, his heart gradually broadened.

In this cozy room, he gradually regained his own peace.

He reflected on his life and felt the power of growth. He realized that in this moment, he was no longer an ordinary person, but a courageous individual in the process of growing.

At the same time, the Duke also came to understand the value of good food. He realized that food is not just about filling one's stomach, but also a way to enjoy and experience life.

He began to pay attention to the source of the ingredients and tried to make the food himself, hoping to share this wonderful experience with others.

After finishing the hamburger family bucket meal in his room, the Duke felt satisfied and full.

He elegantly wiped the sauce from the corner of his mouth with a tissue, stood up, and watched the relentless wind and rain outside the window, a phenomenon that had persisted for over a month.

A gentle breeze brushed his cheek, carrying away the fragrance from the room, leaving behind only the satisfaction and comfort in the Duke's heart.

After eating and drinking my fill, I was exhausted, but after being soaked in the rain all day, my body was sticky and greasy, and I really couldn't fall asleep without taking a shower.

Seeing that the hotel bathroom was without water, I had to carry a large bucket of water from the room into the bathroom, wash the clothes I had worn all day, hang them up, take a nice cold shower, and after my hair dried, I put on my pajamas and climbed into the soft, comfortable bed.

This is truly a presidential suite! The bed is so comfortable. Let's not waste it when we leave; we'll just put the leather sofa away.

Exhausted, I lay down on the soft bed and soon fell into a deep sleep.

The storm raged outside, but the surface of the rapidly spreading floodwaters dozens of kilometers away did not appear calm.

Amidst the raging wind and rain, screams of terror and cries for help could be heard intermittently.

"ah…."

"Help... Ahh... What the hell... is this... thing...?"

"Help...me...pfft..."

"bump…."

On this stormy night, amidst howling winds, torrential rain, and thunder, swarms of mutated mosquitoes, each about the size of a football and weighing at least ten pounds, hovered above the raging floodwaters, searching for targets to attack.

"Buzz...buzz...buzz"

"Buzz buzz buzz buzz!"

The flood ravaged the small town; the boundless, surging waves possessed a terrifying power that devoured all life.

On the brink of this disaster, swarms of mutated mosquitoes flew at high speed and arrived in the flooded city of Shanghai within hours.

They are enormous, about the size of a football, and weigh around ten kilograms.

These enormous and malevolent creatures were exceptionally ferocious, displaying power that surpassed that of the mosquito species.

These mutated mosquitoes are entirely black, with scales that shimmer with an eerie light, like demons in the night.

Their wings are as sharp as blades, and when they vibrate, they emit a low, buzzing sound that sends chills down your spine.

Driven by their bloodlust, they roam the floodwaters, searching for prey.

When the mutant mosquitoes spot their prey, they quickly take flight, piercing the prey's skin with their sharp proboscis and frantically sucking its blood.

Unlike ordinary mosquitoes, mutant mosquitoes feed extremely quickly, taking only a dozen seconds to suck the blood of an adult.

During this process, the mutated mosquitoes' bodies rapidly swell, becoming larger and more terrifying, one or two times their original size.

After they have finished drinking the blood, their wings flap again, making a piercing sound. Their bodies contract rapidly, converting the blood they have drunk into energy to sustain their survival and evolution.

These mutated mosquitoes are not invincible; they can sense the presence of danger.

Once they sense a threat from humans or other creatures, they will quickly flee or launch an attack.

These mutant mosquitoes are extremely aggressive; once bitten, humans have almost no chance of escape. Their proboscis is as sharp as a knife, easily penetrating skin and blood vessels to continuously drain life force.

Human survival became exceptionally difficult during this flood.

Mutant mosquitoes are everywhere, swarming in the air, constantly searching for their next meal.

People have taken various measures to protect themselves, such as wearing thick clothing and applying mosquito repellent, but these mutated mosquitoes still often find gaps, and their bloodthirsty mouthparts penetrate the defenses, plunging people into despair.

In this brutal environment, humans began to kill each other and fight for limited resources. Fear and despair brought out the ugliness of human nature, and people no longer based their actions on kindness and cooperation, but instead made their own survival their primary goal.

This flood became a symbol of the end of humanity, and the mutated mosquitoes became the messengers of this apocalypse.

The Duke was sleeping soundly in his room, enjoying the comfort that the presidential suite offered without a care in the world. The peaceful night was soon disturbed.

A series of loud banging noises came from the windows of the presidential suite. He opened his eyes, glanced at his watch, and realized it was already past 2 a.m.

He looked up at the window, and suddenly a look of fear flashed across his eyes. He then uttered a cryptic phrase.

"Holy crap! What's going on in this life?! In the last life, all the animals mutated only after the extreme cold passed, but in this life, these things started mutating just a month or two after the natural disaster?"

Could it be that my rebirth caused things to go astray, creating a series of butterfly effects?

It seems many things can no longer be judged by the same standards as last time; it's surprisingly easy to fall into a crisis.

He saw swarms of mutated mosquitoes on the window; they were about the size of a football and weighed at least ten pounds.

The same was true above the floodwaters outside; swarms of mutated mosquitoes hovered over the turbulent waves.

The entire seven-star hotel seemed to emit a series of piercing cries for help, shouts, and screams.

"Help!"

"What the hell is this thing? How can there be such a huge mosquito?"

"Ahhh..."

"Aaaaaah... Someone's dead."

"A dried-up corpse... These giant mosquitoes sucked a person dry so quickly! Help!"