I immediately grabbed the gun and pointed it at G's face and pulled the trigger. However, the headshot scene I imagined did not appear, and the bullet still stayed in the magazine.

Only then did I realize that I had not turned on the safety of the gun, but I had never used a gun, and even though I had enough time now, I still couldn't stay calm and look for the safety switch that should have been easy to find.

"ah!"

Her hand pierced the inside of my right leg like a sharp dagger, and the flesh and blood were torn open by her. I was so painful that I became unconscious and wanted to get away immediately, but she hit me on the neck in a moment, and I fell to the ground.

.

Holding my neck, I thought I had expired. I had never experienced such pain.

There is still some sobriety left in me and I can feel the breathing between my legs and her soft tongue licking my wounds. Maybe the juiciness of the food makes her feel satisfied, and her eyes have long faded from humanity.

Flashing with excitement.

I gave up and tears fell from my eyes.

I don’t know what I’m feeling sad about… maybe it’s not sadness, but self-deprecation or excitement.

After all, at this age, he can still be eaten by a girl in her twenties.

This will make it appear that I am very capable when it comes to bragging.

But this kind of "eating" is something I have never thought about.

G, who had completely degenerated into the slave of "eating", moved her body upwards, tore open my clothes, slid her tongue over the skin of my upper body, and then touched on those taboo topics.

I stared at her blankly, looking at this girl who, except for the darkness in her eyes, everything else still retained her human form.

But the next second.

"ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

She finally started "eating!"

As soon as she lowered her head, she bit my heart mercilessly. I could feel the pain as her teeth tore my flesh and blood, making me tremble with pain.

But very briefly, the pain disappeared, my vision went dark...and I passed out.

…

one year later.

The city of New Tokyo remains peaceful.

No one remembers the battle that took place in the small mountain pass that night, and no one knows how many people died that night. Few people even know that a tragic firefight took place on the outskirts of Neo-Tokyo that night.

As for me, the person involved, I have no memory of how I survived.

All I know is that three months have passed when I woke up.

It snowed heavily outside the ward.

Wrapped like a mummy, with the help of the nurse, I reluctantly turned my head and saw the long-lost snow scene in New Tokyo. It is said that this is the first snow to fall on Japanese soil since the sinking of Japan.

The sudden heavy snowfall was reported all over the world.

Lying in the ward of a private hospital, it took me about a week to sort out the fragments of memories before I passed out.

As for who treated me as food, I don’t remember much, but I could still vaguely feel the pain after falling asleep.

More than a month has passed.

Exactly four hundred days had passed since that night, when a team of top medical experts came to visit me and told me the good news that I could remove these things from my body and walk around freely.

But before that, they prepared a special psychological treatment for me.

After one-on-one psychological counseling, I became aware of two things.

The first thing is that I did escape death and am still alive, which is good news.

The bad news, which is the second thing, is that only two-thirds of my body is left, and the other third has gone somewhere.

She didn't say it, but I knew it.

I thought I would be sad and emotional, but surprisingly, I was very calm, terrifyingly calm.

After the three-hour surgery, I stayed in bed for another week.

Finally, when I got out of bed, I saw myself in the mirror again.

"Most of your body is still intact, and the rest of the missing parts have been made up for by mechanical prostheses." The doctor handed me the list.

I took one glance and put it down.

Staring at myself in the mirror, I murmured to myself: "An arm, half a left leg and a whole right leg, a third of the left face, a half of a lung, a whole liver and half a stomach

...Tsk..."

I laughed.

The doctor was a little surprised, but he was also happy. After all, the patient's emotional stability was a good thing for his work.

I turned around, looked at the various mechanical parts of my body, and then asked the doctor: "Am I still a normal man?"

The doctor smiled and said: "Of course."

I felt a little disappointed when I heard this, but...

I still said the words that had been buried in my heart for a long time.
Chapter completed!