I scratched it and found that just a few light scratches caused a large amount of dandruff to fall off my skin, and my nails grew twice as long overnight. I was so scared that I ran to the beach under the scorching sun. I saw my current condition in the reflection of the beach. I found that I seemed to have lost weight, and the hair and nails on my body had grown a lot.
My skin began to crack under the scorching sun, and my stomach began to feel extremely hungry. Unlike yesterday, today I was like a bottomless pit. It only took me a quarter of an hour to finish lunch for five people, but I still felt that I was very hungry, very hungry!
I bet if there was a cow in front of me, I could even eat the whole cow. The more I ate, the more I felt something growing inside my body. A violent feeling emerged from my bones. I now need to find someone to vent my anger, and my rationality is beginning to dissipate further.
It seemed like I had found my lost strength again, and my body was full of energy. It would be even better if I wasn't hungry. I no longer needed to carve words on stones. I could even use my sharp nails to carve on hard stones. Just a slight scratch would leave a scratch like a beast's scratch.
"Have I evolved into a tiger?" I felt so powerful before I even used my strength. I was wondering how powerful I would be if I used my strength. I suddenly gathered all my strength and concentrated it into my fist, then punched the ground under my feet. My strength was released through my fist.
"Boom!" There was a violent explosion. The area with a diameter of about 100 meters with me as the center collapsed directly because of my punch, and it even collapsed as much as ten meters.
What a terrifying power! I was even a little addicted to the pleasure. However, my fist couldn't withstand such a powerful punch. I felt that my left arm bone was broken, but it seemed that there was some magical power repairing it quickly. My arm was trembling slightly, as if I had exerted too much force. I even felt that I was just exhausted, but the secretion of a large amount of adrenaline made me feel no pain.
"So cool! So cool!" I even wanted to find someone to try my powerful blow. Violence filled my brain. I forced myself to suppress this terrible thought and then jumped into the sea. I hoped that the sea water could clear my mind. The sea water poured into my lungs, which was enough to make me feel choked.
I floated up from the sea and began to greedily absorb the fresh air. The air with the smell of sea water made my nose feel sour and I sneezed violently. After I swam ashore, I found that my skin had peeled off. When that layer of skin fell off, it was replaced by shiny and angular muscles.
My well-proportioned bronze muscles give me the confidence to participate in a bodybuilding competition. This kind of natural muscles must be stronger than those of those who spend money on krypton eggs. I don’t think I have become so good. With a light jump, I can even jump four or five meters. If I jump hard, I can even jump ten meters high like a cannonball!
It felt like I'd gained superpowers. Had I mutated into the Hulk? Would turning green be the next step? I stood on a branch, gazing at the coast. I'd become accustomed to looking at the shore; only then could I find a moment of peace. I took a deep breath.
I was staring at the coast in a daze. This reborn body looked great, making me feel that I could fight a hundred people alone. But I am not an arrogant person. I knew clearly that all this was just my fantasy, a fantasy brought about by the breeding of violence.
This violent emotion might gradually devour my consciousness and turn me into a machine that can only destroy and kill. Those indigenous troops want such a creature, who will stand at the forefront without fear, and then use the terrible strange power to open all the shackles for them, so that they can be invincible from then on.
But these natives probably haven't seen the terrifying firearms of today. With just a flick of the trigger, their proud muscles would be pierced by bullets, leaving a bloody hole, spurting out blood! The thought of scarlet blood instantly makes me want to destroy something!
"No, I have to find a way, even if it's just to slow down the mutation!" I started to try various ways to vent myself, such as doing push-ups, but the more I did, the more excited I became. I also tried soaking in the sea water to calm myself down, but I felt that I could not calm down. Even if I soaked in the sea water, the strong desire to survive would still bring me back to the shore.
Finally, I tried many, many methods, and finally found that one method was the most effective, that is to practice Zen. I sat in meditation and threw all the worries and anxieties behind my mind. I took a deep breath, and then controlled my breathing to make it steady. After a long time, I finally broke free from this violent state and I became calm.
I continued with this method of meditation. At this time, the feeling of hunger came again. I gritted my teeth and persevered. Finally, I endured the hunger and entered the legendary state of meditation. I saw through a lot when I entered the state of meditation. The waves were hitting my ears, and I heard the whistling of the wind. Many things that I could not see with my eyes began to appear in my mind bit by bit, and I began to fall asleep in meditation.
In my dream, I dreamed of something terrible. I found my hands were covered in blood. I was brought to the battlefield by the indigenous troops who had returned. I was fighting on the battlefield and punched a living person. The next scene, that person was directly blown into pieces by me, and blood was splattered on my body. I roared like a beast, and then turned into a cannonball and rushed into the battlefield.
Wherever I went, there was blood. In my dream, I was invulnerable to swords and guns, and even bullets could hardly hurt me. Just a slight collision was comparable to a hit from a tank or a heavy artillery. In the end, they also seriously eliminated the terrible biological weapons. Savages like me kept fighting, and finally I died on the battlefield, and my blood was spilled all over the ground.
I woke up from the dream. The terrible dream scared me a lot. Death is not scary, but I really don’t want to become someone else’s weapon, live to kill people, and eventually die on the battlefield. After this dream, I felt that I was a lot clearer. My mind was much clearer than the day before.
Maybe last night's dream made me feel disgusted with myself subconsciously, or maybe this could inhibit the progress of my mutation. Maybe. I was lying on the beach with my mind wandering. It's not even dawn yet, and I fell asleep again. I hope I can have a good dream this time!
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