Global Mutation: The Hunger System-Chapter 40: The Interior Assault

The high-frequency shriek of the Crimson vibro-sword violently overpowered the deafening, mechanical hum of the subterranean reactor.

Ren drove his heavy combat boots into the slick, bone-littered concrete, anchoring his stance perfectly as he thrust the dark, iridescent blade directly upward into the translucent underbelly of the Abyssal Glutton. The monster’s bloated epidermis was incredibly thick, possessing the dense, rubbery texture of military-grade polyurethane designed to contain thousands of gallons of volatile stomach acid.

For exactly one tenth of a second, the localized thermal distortion and the tens of thousands of microscopic vibrations met absolute biological resistance.

Then, the molecular bonds shattered.

SCREEEEECH.

The vibro-blade sheared completely through the translucent skin, sinking three feet deep into the monster’s visceral cavity. Ren did not stop at a simple puncture wound. Utilizing the raw, unnatural kinetic torque of his Level 13 Strength stat, he wrenched both of his broad shoulders violently to the right, dragging the humming, high-frequency steel laterally across the beast’s massive stomach.

The resulting wound was catastrophic. A jagged, smoking twelve-foot laceration tore open across the beast’s underbelly.

The immediate release of internal hydrostatic pressure was staggering. A localized tidal wave of highly corrosive, glowing green stomach acid exploded outward from the rupture, completely overwhelming the immediate spatial geometry of the cavern.

The fluid carried thousands of pounds of half-digested human skeletons, shattered feral dog skulls, and the gelatinous, dissolving remains of low-tier mutants. The horrific, putrid payload washed directly over Ren’s towering frame.

[Passive Activated: Iron Skin] [Passive Activated: Chitin Shell]

Ren braced his core, completely trusting the dual-layer biological fortification he had stripped from the dead Warlord.

The glowing green acid struck him with the blunt-force impact of a collapsing brick wall. The fluid possessed a terrifying pH level, instantly vaporizing the remaining shredded fabric of his grey hoodie and his scavenged military trousers.

The highly corrosive chemical splashed directly against his exposed, mutated flesh. The acid sizzled violently against the pale, cast-iron density of his Iron Skin, generating thick plumes of blinding, acrid white steam that smelled sharply of melting calcium and vaporized marrow. The heat transfer was excruciating, raising his surface temperature drastically, but the dense, interconnected chitinous plates beneath the iron-hardened epidermis held firm. His biology refused to dissolve. He stood entirely immovable within the center of the toxic waterfall, the boiling fluid shedding harmlessly off his broad shoulders and back.

The concrete floor beneath him, however, offered no such resistance. The military-grade cement began to bubble and hiss aggressively, melting into a deep, highly toxic grey slurry within seconds.

The Level 18 anomaly unleashed a deafening, seismic bellow of pure, unadulterated agony.

The massive, sixty-ton beast thrashed wildly, its remaining five chitinous limbs completely losing their synchronized rhythm. The creature’s primitive, hunger-driven consciousness panicked. It snapped its four-way mandibles frantically, spraying thick ropes of acidic saliva across the dark cavern, desperately seeking the source of the blinding pain.

The smell is blinding me. The floor is literally melting beneath my boots, Chloe thought, her eyes watering profusely as she pressed her back tightly against the massive concrete support pillar.

She watched the tidal wave of glowing acid spread across the floor, rapidly eating through the mountain of bone refuse. She did not retreat. She maintained her strict, disciplined firing stance.

CLICK.

The heavy bolt of the FN P90 locked to the rear. She had emptied the entire fifty-round magazine into the beast’s armored flank.

Chloe moved with cold, mechanical precision, explicitly mimicking the repetitive drills Ren had forced her to visualize. She depressed the ambidextrous magazine release, letting the empty, translucent polymer block drop freely onto the slick concrete. Before it even hit the ground, her left hand had already retrieved a fresh, fully loaded fifty-round magazine from the heavy webbing pouch of her Level III-A plate carrier.

She slammed the fresh magazine onto the top receiver with a sharp, metallic SCHLACK, pulling the charging handle back to chamber a 5.7x28mm armor-piercing round.

She leaned out from the concrete pillar, acquiring her target. She did not aim for the impenetrable grey chitin plates this time. She aimed directly for the massive, glowing blue cluster of unblinking, primitive sensory organs located just above the creature’s four-way split mandible.

BRRRRRRRT.

The compact submachine gun roared back to life, spitting a continuous, high-velocity stream of lead and copper.

The armor-piercing rounds struck the cluster of soft sensory organs with devastating accuracy. The beast shrieked, its heavy head snapping backward as glowing blue fungal blood erupted from its ruined face. The localized suppressive fire successfully dragged the monster’s attention away from its ruptured underbelly.

Infuriated and blinded, the Abyssal Glutton made a final, desperate tactical decision. It folded its remaining five limbs entirely, dropping its massive, sixty-ton bulk directly downward, intending to crush the stinging insect beneath its immense physical weight and suffocate him within the pooling acid.

The ceiling of the beast’s bloated underbelly plummeted toward Ren like a falling concrete vault.

Ren did not utilize his superhuman speed to evade the crushing mass. He did not step backward.

Its exterior is heavily fortified, but its internal biology is completely unprotected, Ren thought, a dark, terrible smile pulling at his lips, exposing his teeth to the blinding white steam. The Gluttony skill roared in his chest, a violently expanding void demanding the absolute culmination of the hunt. It relies entirely on its size to intimidate prey. I am not intimidated. I am starving.

Ren pointed the humming, iridescent vibro-sword straight upward.

[Skill Activated: Dash]

Space tore completely open. Ren fractured the spatial geometry, launching himself directly upward into the absolute center of the falling mass.

He did not hit the floor. He materialized directly inside the massive, twelve-foot laceration he had just carved into the creature’s stomach.

Ren physically entered the visceral cavity of the Level 18 Mid-Boss.

The interior of the Abyssal Glutton was a claustrophobic, horrific landscape of pulsating, bioluminescent internal organs and incredibly thick, localized heat. The temperature inside the monster hovered near a hundred and twenty degrees. The air was entirely devoid of oxygen, replaced by heavy, toxic methane and the suffocating spray of internal gastric juices.

Ren’s Aquatic Adaptation (Medium) passive triggered immediately, allowing his mutated lungs to bypass the need for standard oxygen, filtering the toxic atmosphere and keeping his cellular structure from immediately suffocating in the noxious environment.

The sheer, sixty-ton weight of the monster slammed heavily onto the concrete floor of the silo, trapping Ren completely inside the beast’s body.

Total darkness consumed him, broken only by the sickly, pulsing blue light of the monster’s massive internal arteries.

Ren did not hesitate. The space was impossibly tight, the thick, muscular walls of the digestive tract pressing heavily against his Iron Skin.

He raised his left hand.

[Skill Activated: Rending Claws]

The ten-inch, pitch-black scythes erupted from his knuckles. He drove his left hand directly into the thick, pulsing wall of a massive pulmonary artery, anchoring himself securely within the shifting, convulsing meat of the beast’s interior.

With his right hand, he swung the heavily wired hilt of the vibro-sword.

VMMMMMMM.

The high-frequency blade shrieked in the confined, fluid-filled space. Ren began to systematically hollow the beast out from the inside. He swung the blade in brutal, devastating arcs, shearing cleanly through massive walls of internal cartilage, thick clusters of dark blue nerves, and heavy, muscular valves.

The interior of the monster rapidly flooded with its own glowing blue blood, a massive internal hemorrhage that instantly began to drown the creature from within.

The Abyssal Glutton thrashed violently on the concrete floor outside, its massive bulk convulsing in uncontrollable, seismic spasms of pure agony. Its internal organs were being aggressively processed into a bloody slurry by a localized meat grinder.

Ren dragged himself deeper into the horrific, biological labyrinth, his combat boots slipping against the slick, pulsing tissue. His Perception stat cut through the massive influx of internal noise, tracking the localized, dense concentration of incredibly potent mana.

He found it exactly ten feet deep into the visceral cavity, nestled securely against the thick, chitinous underside of the monster’s heavily armored spinal column.

The Level 18 monster core was massive, roughly the size of a human torso. It pulsed with a brilliant, blinding sapphire light, radiating an immense, localized gravitational pressure that physically pushed against Ren’s armored chest. Thick, intricate networks of dark blue veins connected the massive crystalline structure to the rest of the beast’s biology, acting as a direct conduit for the corrupted mana.

Ren did not use the vibro-sword to extract the prize. The high-frequency vibration risked fracturing the crystalline structure and dissipating the highly concentrated energy.

He smoothly deactivated the Crimson blade, the mechanical hum dying instantly. He secured the dark metal back into the magnetic scabbard at his hip.

Ren braced his heavy boots against the thick, muscular wall of the spinal column. He plunged both of his bare hands directly into the tangle of thick, pulsing blue veins. His Iron Skin protected his calloused fingers from the immense, localized heat radiating from the massive core.

He drove his Rending Claws deep into the foundational tissue connecting the core to the spine.

Ren tightened his massive shoulders, his dense, Level 13 muscle fibers coiling to their absolute maximum limit, and ripped backward with devastating, explosive force.

The thick, heavy veins snapped with the loud, wet sound of tearing industrial cable. A massive shockwave of displaced mana violently rippled through the interior of the beast.

Ren tore the massive, torso-sized sapphire core completely free from its biological moorings.

Outside the beast, the deafening, earth-shaking shrieks of the Abyssal Glutton abruptly ceased.

The massive, sixty-ton anomaly went entirely limp. The thick, multi-jointed limbs collapsed outward, the heavy chitin plates cracking loudly against the concrete floor. The four-way split mandibles fell open, pooling the last remnants of the highly corrosive green saliva onto the melting refuse.

[Target Dead: Mutated Abyssal Glutton (Lvl 18 - Mid-Boss)] [Experience Gained: 4500] [Level Up!] [Level Up!] [You are now Level 15.]

The systemic rush of pure, unadulterated power flooded Ren’s vascular system, a violent surge of systemic energy that instantly repaired the microscopic muscular tears he had sustained during the extraction.

The silence inside the cavernous concrete silo was profound, broken only by the soft, continuous hissing of the stomach acid eating through the remaining bone piles.

Chloe lowered the smoking barrel of the FN P90, her chest heaving as she stared at the massive, completely motionless mountain of grey chitin and bloated, translucent flesh resting in the center of the subterranean containment zone.

Near the massive, twelve-foot laceration carved into the beast’s underbelly, the thick, fleshy walls of the wound suddenly shifted.

Ren steps completely out of the cavernous, blood-soaked interior of the slaughtered mid-boss, his pale, iron-hardened skin entirely saturated in glowing blue fungal blood and highly corrosive green acid, his heavy, clawed hands effortlessly carrying the massive, pulsating sapphire core as he walks toward the center of the melted concrete floor to begin the feast.