Petro
Log – 12/3/2011
Today, we embark on something that could change everything. The world is on the brink of a breakthrough—a future of infinite energy. Our project? To create a non-renewable resource that will self-produce indefinitely. No more shortages, no more dependency. The future will shine bright for humanity.
Log – 14/3/2011
We’ve decided to use petroleum for our tests. The lab is buzzing with excitement, but there’s an unsettling silence as well, like we’re tampering with something that shouldn’t be touched. It will take us underground for weeks, maybe months. My family... they’ll understand. This is for them too, for everyone. If we succeed, the world will never be the same.
Log – 24/3/2011
Failure. The petroleum depletes faster than expected, evaporating like it’s being eaten by something unseen. It’s not producing—it’s vanishing. We’ve been up for days, trying to fix this. Now we’re considering something drastic. We need to introduce a regenerative element, something that can grow petroleum.
Log – 26/3/2011
We’ve chosen the hammerhead worm. Its ability to regenerate endlessly could be the key. It’s a wild idea, fusing organic life with petroleum, but desperation has blinded us to the risks. We’re beyond cautious optimism now. We’re obsessed.
Log – 4/4/2011
Success! It’s unbelievable! The petroleum is self-replicating! It’s oozing endlessly, pooling in quantities far beyond what we projected. We’ve created an energy source that will never stop. There’s a catch, though—there’s always a catch. The petroleum leaks, spilling from every containment vessel we place it in. But who cares? We’ve done it. Tomorrow, I’ll tell my family—tell the world—what we’ve achieved.
Log – 5/4/2011
Disaster. Headquarters ordered an immediate halt. When we returned to the lab, the petroleum was... everywhere. It had flooded the entire facility, thick and black like an ocean of sludge. We had to run. The air was thick with it, choking, burning. It’s alive. God help us, it’s alive.
Log – 6/4/2011
Our creation has taken shape. The petroleum isn’t just a liquid—it’s forming something, something humanoid. Soldiers fired upon it, but it regenerates faster than they can damage it. The oil twists and recoils, but it keeps coming. We’ve unleashed a monster. The hammerhead worm—its regenerative properties—it’s turned the petroleum into something that won’t die. We’ve built a creature of endless hunger.
Log – 15/4/2011
We’re in hiding. Civilians, soldiers, scientists—everyone has fled underground. My family is safe, but I can’t shake the feeling that it’s only temporary. The monster still roams, consuming everything in its path, growing larger with each day. Its form is hideous, a writhing mass of sludge and limbs that twist like roots, dragging itself forward, leaving nothing behind. I’ve never been so afraid.
Log – 27/6/2011
Two months. We’ve been hiding for two months. The air in this shelter is thick, stale, and suffocating. Supplies are running low. The children cry endlessly, their voices hoarse and weak. We’re on edge—paranoia is spreading. The selfishness is growing. We watch each other now, eyes hungry, as if we’re nothing but animals. No one says it, but we all know.
Log – 30/8/2011
Three months without aid. No supplies. The children have stopped crying. Their silence is worse. The stench of sweat and desperation clings to us. Hunger gnaws at us all. And today, we broke. They proposed the unthinkable. We voted. One of us was chosen. We all watched as they dragged him away, screaming, pleading. The sound of flesh tearing is... unforgettable. We had no choice. This is survival.
Log – 2/9/2011
Cannibalism has become... ordinary. I hear their cries, their begging, but I feel nothing now. We devour what remains, each meal stripping away the last fragments of our humanity. The taste... it’s become familiar. We are monsters, as much as the thing outside, and it’s only a matter of time before we turn on each other. I can feel the change inside me. We all do.
Log – 4/9/2011
An announcement rang out. They said it’s safe. We emerged, squinting in the daylight, and saw the world in ruins. Buildings toppled, streets flooded with dried petroleum. The monster is gone, trapped inside a cuboid-shaped prison. But this victory feels hollow. It’s not over for us. The helicopters overhead—they didn’t belong to any military I knew. They bore the insignia of Clover Industries. Whoever they are, they’ve taken control. But there’s something worse.
Log – 5/9/2011
The world is rebuilding. Children play in the rubble, unaware of the horrors that transpired. But we—the survivors—we’re not the same. Something stirs inside us. Every time I look at someone, I feel my stomach growl. We exchange glances, knowing. I see their mouths watering, just like mine. We’ve changed. And the hunger... the hunger is endless.
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Danmachi: I Got Isekai'd but My Power Still With Me!
ActionA mysterious man got isekai from his previous world because of dimension rift but the dangerous creature from his world got bring to the world he isekai. Now, they causing a disaster to that new world.
