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Chapter 315 - 205: The Ultra Low-End Version of the Saint Soldier Rat, Massive Explosion (Two in One)_3

Chapter 315: Chapter 205: The Ultra Low-End Version of the Saint Soldier Rat, Massive Explosion (Two in One)_3

The simple limbs were often inconvenient, so its tail grew longer and longer.

It had nearly been killed by a Two-legged Beast wielding something that could shoot out many small things, and it gained tougher skin and a faster healing speed from injuries...

With that freakish ability,

in less than three months, it became the undisputed boss of the territory, preying on cats, dogs, and even Two-legged Beasts hundreds of times larger than ordinary rats.

As long as the Two-legged Beast in front of it didn’t eat it,

the Black-furred Giant Rat was convinced that the creature to walk out alive would still be itself!

...

The small brain of the Black-furred Giant Rat couldn’t think of much, but it was still aware.

It bided its time, waiting for the chance for revenge.

Brian had no idea of the other’s thoughts.

He excitedly removed the straps from the giant rat, carried it to the tool room, and then picked up two chains to lock it onto the board in the small tool compartment.

Looking at the tools hanging all along the wall, Brian pondered deeply.

Hammers, saws... wow, and even a diesel chainsaw; the collection of tools was pretty complete.

Which tool should he experiment with first?

In silence,

underneath the Black-furred Rat’s silent endurance, Brian silently picked up a small electric saw only half the length of his forearm, poured in diesel, and pulled the switch several times.

That kind of tool was very common in Western countries, where actually many suburban families have one.

Labor is expensive there, while wood structures are cheap, taxes are low, and maintenance costs are low.

So most of the time, if you can do it yourself, you do it yourself, and using various tools is one of the subjects in school. Even if you’re not an expert, you can still handle the basics.

Holding the small electric saw, Brian felt like he was back in his high school workshop classes.

Amid the noisy clatter, the chainsaw let out a roar that seemed to be etched into the human DNA.

Brian had watched plenty of those Western serial killer horror movies in his past life, with psychopaths hunting down unfortunate main characters with a chainsaw.

He never thought that one day he would become one of them.

Amid the Black-furred Rat’s vague sense of unease, he held the small electric saw in one hand and approached it, somewhat torn about where to start.

"Squeak~"

In the silence, the Black-furred Giant Rat, unable to hold back its unease, let out a squeak.

"Squawking so unpleasantly, have some self-awareness!"

Brian pinched the rat’s neck where it joined its body and saw down to the Black-furred Rat’s large front teeth...

Squeak squeak squeak~~

The tool room echoed once more with the Black-furred Rat’s screams.

..

Time passed.

Brian, somewhat tired, wiped his blood-covered hands and lit a cigarette, checking the time on his phone.

"It’s just after four..."

Brian was surprised at how quickly time had passed.

It felt like it had only been a moment.

But when his eyes swept over the messy tools on the floor, along with the numerous severed limbs and flesh, he realized that he had been ’playing’ with the Black-furred Giant Rat all evening.

Pleasant times really do fly by.

On the workbench,

the giant rat had turned to grey-furred, its fur as white as white hair, its hollow dark red eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

Endurance?

Revenge?

All it wanted now was a quick release.

Compared to the vicious Two-legged Beast in front of it, those Two-legged Beasts it had eaten were not even of the same species, just as it was to those ordinary rats.

The cigarette reached its end.

After a short respite from the excitement, Brian approached the Black-furred Rat again and touched the concave area on its chest.

Here, the bones had been hammered by him into a dense pattern of cracks.

Wondering if they would become tougher,

the sensation came through.

Brian frowned slightly.

This thing had no ambition at all, those bones full of cracks not only didn’t become tougher, they even lacked signs of healing.

"Looks like it’s been drained dry."

Brian withdrew his hand in disappointment, picked up the ’grey’-furred Rat that allowed to be manipulated, and threw it into a metal barrel, followed by all the tools, including the previously long tail.

After all this,

he took a deep breath and opened his mouth.

Huff huff~

With a gust of wind in the room, a large cloud of green gas drifted out, actively seeking any trace of flesh to cause corrosion...

Although Brian’s skin was somewhat more resistant to his own secretions than ordinary creatures, being in such an environment was still very uncomfortable.

He locked the tool compartment door with anticipation.

He really hoped this rat would burst with Obsession!

..

Half an hour passed,

until the tiny sizzling sounds from the corrosive reactions ceased in the tool room.

Then Brian, struggling to contain his excitement, stepped back into the tool room.

His first glance was towards the large metal barrel.

Just above the barrel, three dark red Obsession Little Balls floated, capturing all of Brian’s attention.

It burst!

And it was a big burst!