Chapter 133: Becoming A Monster
Gene Benua was already completely dumbfounded.
He frantically tugged at the fleshy growth on his neck.
"No!"
"No!"
"With this thing attached to me, how am I supposed to become an idol?"
"Get away from me!"
"Get away!"
"Leave my body!"
The harder he pulled, the more his skin stretched along with the grotesque growth.
The thing laughed merrily.
"Almost there!"
"Almost there!"
"Come be with me!"
"I’ll be with you, old man!"
"Ha!"
On one side, Gene Benua desperately struggled with the growth.
On the other, Bill was kneeling on the ground, his injured legs trembling beneath him.
He could no longer hide his fear.
"Bro..."
"I’m most afraid of creepy things like this."
"Save me!"
"Save me!"
"I’ll give you my alligator!"
Bill subconsciously wrapped himself around Menloa’s legs.
His face was filled with desperation.
As a crippled man who could barely move, he had already abandoned all dignity and started begging for help.
Meanwhile, Menloa remained completely dazed.
He rubbed the two mutated heads growing from his neck and chest.
"What the hell?"
"Am I still drunk?"
"You fool!"
"Are you still confused?"
"Run!"
"Run fast!"
Gene Benua reacted quickly.
Unable to tear the growth from his neck, he immediately stopped struggling.
His expression turned cold.
He looked toward the vast white fog ahead.
Then he instinctively chose to run into it.
"Hey!"
"Isn’t this an illusion?"
"Whatever!"
"It’s like talking to my three-point basket!"
Menloa gritted his teeth.
The sharp pain between his teeth immediately woke him up a little.
He suddenly raised the head balloon in his arms.
Then—
He smashed it directly toward the head balloon floating above Bill.
"Mamba out!"
Bang!
The four head balloons collided.
Blood mist exploded into the air.
The clouds above them were instantly dyed crimson.
Menloa didn’t hesitate.
He picked Bill up and chased after Gene Benua.
Humans were social creatures.
Even under extreme circumstances, the instinct to survive as a group was deeply rooted in their minds.
So, without even realizing it—
The three men began running together.
Fast.
Faster.
They eventually threw themselves into a patch of dense fog.
"Dodge!"
"Dodge!"
"Who?"
"Who?"
"Who?"
"Damn!"
"What the hell?"
"Why did this have to happen to me?"
"I was supposed to become a national idol!"
Gene Benua panted heavily as he lay on the ground.
Every few seconds, he nervously glanced toward the sky.
Nearby, Menloa carried Bill and hid beside him.
But before they could catch their breath—
A sudden, sharp pain twisted through their necks.
The tumors growing from the backs of their necks began writhing violently.
Then—
A familiar face appeared.
Shen Yu.
The face of Shen Yu slowly formed on the flesh growing from their necks.
"Hehehe..."
"It’s too late."
"You can’t escape."
"You won’t survive."
"Not a chance."
Shen Yu’s face sneered.
Above them, the situation became even more terrifying.
Nine head balloons were gathering in the sky.
They twisted together.
Their flesh merged.
Their grotesque forms intertwined until they became one enormous mass.
The massive creature slowly rose and fell in the air before drifting toward them.
"Damn it!"
"Why is it still here?"
"Ah!"
"Damn it!"
"My head!"
Gene Benua scrambled to his feet and tried to run again.
But the Shen Yu face growing from the back of his head suddenly opened its mouth.
Rows of needle-sharp teeth flashed.
Crunch!
It viciously bit into his spine.
A burst of blood mist exploded.
Gene Benua stumbled.
Then—
Bang!
He crashed heavily onto the ground.
Laughter echoed inside his ears.
"You’re dead."
"Gene Benua..."
"You’re next."
"Come down and join us."
"You won’t escape."
The voices grew louder.
Louder.
Louder.
Gene Benua desperately covered his ears.
His eyes were bloodshot.
Then—
His gaze suddenly landed on Bill.
His eyes widened.
An idea appeared in his mind.
He gritted his teeth.
Then ran toward Bill.
"Hey, big guy!"
"Run!"
"That damn thing fell down!"
"As long as we run faster than that bastard, the head balloons will definitely chase after him!"
"We’re saved!"
Menloa was carrying Bill.
Bill suddenly seemed to understand something.
He leaned toward Menloa’s ear and whispered:
"But—"
"F*ck!"
"Damn bastard!"
"You’re useless!"
"Go attract their attention!"
With a powerful grip, Gene Benua seized Bill from Menloa’s back.
His strength had suddenly become frightening.
He didn’t even know where that strength had come from.
"Hey!"
Just as Menloa was carrying Bill and stepping forward without any caution—
Bill was suddenly yanked away.
Bang!
He was thrown through the air.
"F*ck!"
"F*ck!"
"Motherf*cker!"
"Damn stick!"
"You wait!"
"You wait for me!"
Bill flew away while shouting and cursing.
His insults echoed throughout the mist.
Menloa immediately turned around.
He tried to locate Bill.
But—
Slap!
Gene Benua’s large hand landed on his arm.
"Are you sure?"
"You still want to go after him?"
"He’s useless."
"What good is he?"
"He’s just a burden."
"A burden delaying our survival."
The cold voice made Menloa hesitate.
Gene Benua pointed toward the sky.
"Look."
Above them—
The enormous mass formed from the nine head balloons was already rushing toward Bill.
Menloa stared silently.
Then he and Gene Benua slowly retreated.
Through the thick fog, they could barely see Bill.
He was struggling to stand.
His broken leg forced him to hop awkwardly as he tried to escape.
"Hehehe..."
The giant mass descended.
It hovered directly above Bill.
"Puff."
"Puff."
"Puff."
One.
Two.
Three.
The fleshy growths on Bill’s neck suddenly exploded.
Blood splattered through the fog.
Then—
Three human heads emerged.
They belonged to Menloa, Gene Benua, and Song Benui.
"Bill!"
"You’re finished!"
"Bill!"
"Come down and join us!"
The voices became increasingly sinister.
At the same time—
The nine head balloons in the sky suddenly split apart.
Three additional head balloons emerged.
Now—
There were twelve.
Twelve grotesque heads stared down at Bill.
Their eyes were cold and merciless.
Like demons staring down from the depths of hell.
Bang!
Suddenly—
Bill’s head exploded.
A mass of bloody flesh surged from his neck.
This time—
The head that emerged belonged to Bill himself.
It laughed maniacally.
"Hahaha!"
"Finally!"
"Finally, it’s here!"
Bill’s expression twisted.
Then—
His shadow began moving strangely beneath him.
Puff!
Puff!
Puff!
The newly grown Bill head tilted sideways.
Then another Bill head suddenly emerged from his neck.
Two identical faces stared at each other.
The original Bill was completely stunned.
"Holy crap!"
"I’m not dead!"
"Wait..."
"I have so many heads!"
"Your talent..."
The second Bill stared coldly at the original.
The two heads twisted around each other at the neck.
Then—
They began fighting.
From a distance, Menloa and Gene Benua watched in horror.
Cold sweat crawled down their backs.
"Damn."
"I knew that cripple was weird."
"He’s also a monster!"
"What do we do now?"
"What else can we do?"
"Run!"
Menloa looked helplessly at Gene Benua.
But Gene Benua’s expression suddenly became fierce.
He shoved Menloa aside.
Then he ran into the white mist.
"Damn it!"
"Damn it!"
"Damn it!"
"I absolutely cannot die!"
"I cannot die!"
"I’m destined to become a national idol!"
As he ran, Gene Benua glanced back.
A smug, almost lucky expression appeared on his face.
"Damn cripple."
"Stupid fool."
"You deserve to die."
"I’m the one who should survive."
"I’m the one!"
"Puff!"
"Puff!"
"Puff!"
But just as he thought that—
Something strange happened.
The enormous head balloon above suddenly twisted.
All of its heads turned toward Gene Benua.
Every single face stared directly at him.
Then—
"Puff!"
"Puff!"
"Puff!"
Four more heads suddenly began growing from the mass.
Gene Benua froze.
"No..."
His eyes widened.
"Why me?"
Before he could react—
Bang!
His own head suddenly exploded.
Four enormous tumors rapidly swelled from his neck.
The flesh twisted.
The growths expanded.
And one after another—
Four human heads slowly crawled out.
All of them grinned.
All of them stared at Gene Benua.
And all of them spoke at the same time.
"Come down..."
"Come down..."
"Come down and join us."