A Beta Who Was Courted Crazily for Love (Translated)

Chapter 98

Chapter 98

Bai He shot a cold glance at Morin, raising a finger to his lips, signaling him to be quiet.

Morin was startled by that heavy gaze, but he still held his neck up defiantly, quickly getting out of the soundproof capsule and climbing the ladder. He asked anxiously, "Yang An, are you alright? What's wrong? Should I call the base's military doctor for an emergency..."

Yang An couldn't hear any of the commotion outside; all he could hear was a fragmented white noise swirling around him. He curled up in bed, cold sweat continuously rolling down his forehead. He endured the pain, his lips turning purple and his teeth chattering, as the images flashing in his mind were too bloody, causing his stomach to cramp, making him feel nauseous.

Where is this... where...

Yang An's eyes were tightly shut, his hands gripping so hard that his knuckles turned white. He tried to see clearly the images flashing through his mind, hoping he could remember details and landmark buildings to determine where he was.

A swarm of ugly bugs surged forward, each with bizarre appearances, their limbs shiny black, sharp teeth, and transparent saliva flowing from their mouths, their gray eyeballs nearly bulging out of their sockets. Behind them, there was a massive figure whose features he couldn't discern.

It hovered in mid-air, half human and half monster, like an octopus with many tentacles, sticky all over, but possessing a pair of cyan-green arms and a half-decayed body.

Yang An wanted to see what this monster looked like, but every time he tried, he failed.

...

Yang An had seen too many bugs; they fought against the human race, clashed with mechs, and battled fighter jets. Scarlet blood and yellow-green goo mixed on the battlefield, countless wreckage scattered and piled high, making him feel physically uncomfortable, yet he continued to watch.

Gradually, he sensed something was off. Initially, the human race had the advantage on the battlefield, but in the latter half, they began to topple and falter.

Why...

Yang An felt increasingly anxious, desperately wanting to find the reason.

The enormous monster hovered like an ancient totem above the insect army, countless tentacles randomly sticking to the backs of the bugs. A faint powdery light flickered and spread, eventually enveloping the humans—

Yang An gritted his teeth against the intense nerve pain, feeling as if a wisp of smoke drifted into the fray. Everyone was still fighting against the bugs, never pausing, but some people's bodies became increasingly stiff, their expressions varied—obsessed, angry, crying, laughing... As time passed, their expressions became more distorted, their mental state precarious.

Finally, someone seemed to realize that the half-human monster was causing trouble, and they charged through the insect army to try to bombard the monster.

But the monster was not a real entity; it was like a phantom. At the moment the bombers attacked, it dissipated like an illusion, leaving behind a sharp, eerie laughter of "kekekekeke."

Yet the powdery light still lingered on the battlefield.

Suddenly, the scene changed to a desolate star shrouded in dark, thick clouds.

This time, the bugs were no longer clustered together like a beehive; despite their numbers still being significant, they were evidently fewer compared to before. They raised their limbs, kicking up dust as they ran desperately forward, and the half-human monster still hovered in mid-air, but this time it had shrunk in size, and the number of its tentacles had also decreased.