My Strange Savior - Chapter 46

Chapter 46

“Why? Why?”

Morrison, who had been defiant and gasping for breath, couldn’t contain the rising anger and hurled the object he was holding to the ground.

Thud.

The blood, which hadn’t yet touched the ground, scattered in the air like flower petals.

“No, no!”

Morrison’s mouth, holding a few strands of remaining hair, was smeared with blood, looking as if it were feasting on it.

His bloodshot, squinted eyes couldn’t stay still, moving incessantly. The strange sight caused the heads of those lying on the ground to be driven further into the floor.

“Damn!”

As Morrison cursed while running around the cave, his mouth was filled with blood, turning it a deep shade of red.

“Why won’t it work?”

Was it their immune systems? Despite his attempts to infect them, everyone seemed perfectly healthy. Morrison’s muttering, which couldn’t contain his rising irritation, became more intense.

“Hikk, hic.”

The dragon cowered in response to Morrison’s changing moods, who had gone from laughing to getting angry.

“No, no.”

His icy, twitching pupils surveyed the people lying on the floor, trembling with fear.

“Is this an opportunity? It is, right? God didn’t abandon me after all. Why didn’t I think of that?”

Tsk.

Morrison, who found his own thoughts pathetic, made a clucking sound with his tongue and licked the blood off his lips.

“I can return to being human.”

Eyes filled with an eerie desire glared at the corpses strewn across the floor.

The dismembered bodies, torn apart in various places with no part left unscathed, looked so gruesome that one wouldn’t even think they were once living people just moments ago.

The blood that flowed under the torn arms was still warm.

“All right…”

Morrison carefully raised his arm, cradling the precious thing and then gently touched his cheek with it.

“The reason the zombie virus doesn’t infect you, right?”

The armless body offered no response, it just disappeared into Morrison’s mouth.

“Ugh.”

As he chewed and savored the taste, Morrison’s face was barely distinguishable from that of a zombie. He had not completely lost his humanity. That was the only difference.

“Heh, heh.”

Crouched down with his frail body, Morrison held a corpse in his hand and devoured it. The onlookers, who surreptitiously watched his grotesque behavior, were filled with terror.

Fear shook their bodies and their teeth chattered. The sound they produced could have reached Morrison. The gazes of the people, who tried to stifle their breaths, lost their light and began to dim.

The next one might be them.

Even without words, they could sense that their fate was looming before them. Were they lucky or unlucky? Should they consider their survival up to this point as a miracle? 

Rey’s parents, who had survived until now but were about to face death, held each other’s hands with desperate gazes.

Rey, who was as precious as their own lives. Was the child still alive? The eyes of the couple, who would soon meet their deaths, turned red.

They thought they had no tears left.

As they thought of their child, their hearts clenched painfully.

Please. Please let him be alive. If he was alive, they didn’t care if they’d be torn apart and eaten alive by a madman here.

People sobbed quietly while trying to stifle their breath, and carefully observed Morrison’s strange behavior.

From Morrison’s mouth, which was still engrossed in eating, came the disturbing sound of something breaking into pieces.

The sound was so horrific that Rey’s mother blocked her ears and leaned on her husband’s shoulder.

Morrison suddenly stopped eating and raised his head.

“Why… Why…”

Morrison suddenly dropped what he was holding when he realized that it was someone’s fingers, heavily soaked in blood, so much so that their original color was unrecognizable. 

He stared at his hands for a moment, clearly shocked, and then recoiled as if he could hardly believe the actions he had just performed.

“Oh no!” 

As if he had just realized that what he had been doing was not his own actions, Morrison shuddered and sat down on the floor.

“Crazy… I must be crazy.”

He looked at his trembling hands, and there were gaps in his memory as if he had been controlled by something. He couldn’t believe that he had done this himself.

“I am… I am a human! I am a human!” 

Morrison shouted. His desire to return to being human still burning.

Seeing Morrison approach them with wild eyes, blood-covered fingers, and a frenzied look in his eyes, the frightened people were paralyzed with fear.

Their bodies stiffened with terror, their movements halted as Morrison got closer.

“Is that right?”

With a deranged grin on his face, Morrison’s blood-smeared lips drooled as he approached them.

“Tell me!”

“W-what do you…”

“I’m asking you if I’m a human!”

Morrison’s shouting echoed throughout the cave.

“Yes, yes.”

Without making eye contact and trembling with fear, the people nodded.

“That’s right. I’m a human. A human! Do you think I would become a zombie?”

Whose anger was he directing this at? The people, paralyzed by fear, could not meet his eyes.

“That’s right. I’m a human. A human! A zombie-like me, no way!”

Morrison’s scream filled the cave.

“Yes, you’re right.”

His voice dripped with blood, and it sounded harsh.

“Never.”

The sound of his teeth grinding harshly made his anger apparent.

“I will never become a zombie.”

He will overcome this damn pancreatic cancer and survive. 

This is also a process. A great process of creating a cancer treatment that doesn’t exist in the world. In the end, he will achieve it. If that happens, he can save many people.

For those without legs, legs.

For those without hands, hands.

For those who can’t hear, sound.

For those who can’t speak, a voice.

All of this is just part of his great invention process.

His two eyes with faith stood firm. It caused the world to perish, but by Morrison’s standards, it was just a very small sacrifice.

Morrison’s head, which had created a sense of purpose for itself, flickered once again. As if two personalities were fighting to take control of one body.

“Oh, no.”

Morrison, with the consciousness of a researcher, knelt and slammed his forehead on the ground.

Thud.

The forehead, which had been bleeding blue, healed in an instant.

“I… I! My mission… my mission!”

Morrison’s screaming voice cracked.

It’s all because of that damn weird thing. Morrison, who raised his head as fast as the sound, looked at the dragon crouching in the corner.

The red scales he first saw were nowhere to be seen on the dragon, which was reduced to bones and covered its body with a black membrane.

‘Yeah. Because of that dragon.’

After taming that dragon, his sanity has been in turmoil. Even before coming to this world, there was no such thing as zombification, even if it had progressed. Morrison’s anger was directed at the dragon.

As if asking when the nickname “Yongyong” was given, Morrison stared at the dragon with a rage that could tear it apart.

“It’s all because of you.”

Gnash, gnash.

The sound of teeth grinding was clear.

“It’s because of you.”

Lost in anger, Morrison poured his wrath on the dragon. This must be the dragon’s fault. 

Otherwise, is it reasonable to drink human blood and eat human flesh like this? Whether Morrison realized the gruesome irony of it or not, he hid his face between his legs and huddled up.

“This… This is not me.”

Just like a split personality, there was no discernible way to grasp Morrison’s attitude, and not even the sound of another being could be heard inside the cave.

Everyone held their breath, and the rising fear pressed on relentlessly. Other than the dragon entwined with Morrison, there was nothing else.

For hundreds of years, perhaps thousands of years, an existence of unknown age curled its tail in fear.

Morrison’s blood, etched within, had enslaved the dragon, a monster of a king. One shouldn’t oppose him. For as long as Morrison lived, the dragon, who had survived for many years, could vaguely sense that its lifespan would also be cut off if Morrison died.

Morrison, who was writhing as if in a fit, suddenly flipped his body to gaze at the vast ceiling.

“Heh, hehe.”

Morrison’s face, laughing hysterically, showed no signs of laughter at all.

“I… I… will survive. Definitely.”

Between Morrison’s clenched fists, dry blood splattered.

“I will become human again.”

The thoughts that had been hazy in his mind became so clear. Yes, he’ll use people with immunity to the zombie virus. The plan became more concrete and clear.

To do that, he had to first avoid losing it. He needed to suppress the increasing thirst for blood. The more he consumed blood, the more he tried to control the monsters, the more his intact memories blurred, and he felt like someone else.

And once again, he was stuffing people into his mouth like an insatiable glutton.

This couldn’t continue. He would become no different from the zombies he had so despised and loathed. All the work he had done to cure pancreatic cancer would be for nothing.

Staring blankly at the high, open ceiling, Morrison breathed slowly.

First, he had to stop the experiments on how much influence he had over the monsters. Though they moved as if connected by a thin thread to his orders, the more they moved, the harder it was for him to suppress the desire to eat people.

Even if they became one-dimensional beasts that could only think of eating people, after they consumed a person, they returned to their original state.

‘I need to stop the experiments for now.’

The more monsters from the mountain range he moved, the more his body craved blood. Even if he paid the price and moved the monsters, the results were not as good as expected.

Instead of moving like his limbs, they carried out tasks in a haphazard manner, each in their own way, as if independent individuals when he gave a command. The more he tried to move them precisely beyond their limits, the faster his mind faded.

Morrison thought they were all the same kind of monsters. Some formed factions and lived together, while others lived alone.

These monsters were also dominated by the logic of power, killing each other and establishing hierarchies. How about moving together with other monsters? He experimented in various ways and included other monsters among those who formed factions.

Then, the thirst for blood struck again.

On top of that, the intelligence of the monsters was so poor. They couldn’t even perform simple commands properly, so he had to cut the ties eventually. The monsters with the intelligence of two or three-year-old children were impossible to control.

‘The time it takes to come back to sanity is getting longer.’