Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

Chapter 6: Hunger

Reign had noticed a peculiar change since activating his system three nights ago. The first couple of days had passed without incident, but today was different.

Now, lying down in his coffin, he writhed in agony as hunger consumed him from within. He couldn't comprehend how he, a zombie, could feel such things.

It was a hunger unlike any he had experienced before, deep and insistent, as if his new body required a constant source of fuel. Ignoring it wasn't an option; he needed to find something to eat, and fast.

"It hurts!" Reign's hunger had reached an unbearable intensity. He had discovered that consuming one person only kept hunger at bay for a day.

'I need to find some food,' he said, clenching his rotting teeth and forcing himself to move.

He stumbled out of the tomb, driven by his instinct to survive .

But the place was empty because it was nighttime , and he couldn't find anyone to eat.

Daytime was no good either for hunting because he felt too sleepy under the sun. Frustration boiled inside him as he realized he was stuck in a terrible situation.

"Hungry!!!

"Hungry!!!

"Hungry!!!

He kept repeating those words to himself like a broken radio while he wandered around the cemetery, hoping to spot some grave diggers or even the caretaker of the place.

But there were none.

In the end, he found a place heavily infested by large black rats.

These rats appeared like typical rats, albeit on the larger side.

Their fur was dark and scruffy, and their bodies were sleek but slightly plump from feasting on whatever they could find.

They looked disgusting, but for Reign, they were like the most delicious food in the world. He slowly approached them, afraid they would run away, but to his surprise, they attacked him instead.

"Y'all want to munch on me, huh?" he snarled at the rats as they scurried over him.

Grabbing one with his left hand, he bit its head off with a savage growl. Now it was a grim battle over who'd get eaten first.

The air filled with the squeaks of rats and the sickening crunch of bones as Reign struggled against the relentless horde.

But no matter how many he devoured, more swarmed in, their tiny claws scratching at his decaying flesh.

"Keep on coming, you little fuckers!" he laughed maniacally, his scary voice echoing through the darkness.

SQUEAKS! SQUEAKS! SQUEAKS!

The rats found their match and scampered away from Reign, who kept grabbing at anything nearby to eat.

"Come back. Don't run!" he grumbled, his hunger still gnawing at him. He needed those rats for food.

However, their squeaks grew more distant, fading into the chilly night air. After a few seconds, only the silence of the cold night remained, enveloping Reign in its eerie embrace.

The rats' blood dripped onto the ground, forming gruesome puddles, while their broken bodies lay strewn about like twisted decorations.

With a grim face, he surveyed the gruesome aftermath, his dead eyes glinting with a sinister hunger.

Deciding not to let anything go to waste, he leaned down, his decaying fingers curling around the limp bodies of the rats. With each grotesque bite, he tore into their flesh, the sickening sound of crunching bones echoing through the desolate cemetery.

Unlike eating humans, the feeling of feasting on rodents was far from satisfying. But in the depths of his cursed existence, Reign knew that desperate times called for gruesome measures.

"I need more food," he grumbled discontentedly as he finished off his meal.

With his hunger still bothering him, he had no choice but to seek out additional nourishment.

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