MOBA Game Apocalypse-Chapter 206: A Twitch

"Heh…?"

Adam wasn't moving at all. He was only staring at his arms, which were completely covered in white spikes. Dean walked around to face him, looking down at him with a wide smirk on his face.

"This is it?" Dean shook his head slowly. "This is what the Hospital spent twenty years and a billion dollars chasing? Man. What a waste. The old Dr. Aniston's worries were for nothing."

He seemed to be trying to taunt Adam… but Adam wasn't hearing a single word coming out of his mouth.

It's over, Adam. Everything you've done is useless. Dr. Aniston... no. Tomoe Adams. That was her real name. She's gone. The Hospital's gone too. Already eating itself. What's the use? What are you even doing here? Who are you fighting for? What's left? 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Dean stepped close. One step too many.

Adam's hand suddenly shot up and gripped Dean's throat without any warning.

The movement was so fast that the arrows embedded in Adam's arm shattered from the force, spraying fragments of light across the fake street. Dean's eyes went wide. His mouth opened, teeth bared, vocal cords straining against the pressure.

"W—?!"

Then Paul was there.

The ground beneath Adam's feet erupted. The fake concrete and the real earth underneath it lunged upward, reshaping itself into jaws—massive, serrated fangs of compressed stone and dirt that clamped down on Adam's arm like a bear trap. The teeth bit clean through his arm, ripping it apart.

"S-shit!" Dean pulled the severed hand from his neck and threw it aside, staggering backward. He sucked air, red-faced, and immediately raised both arms. Orbs materialized—more than before. They hung in the air for a heartbeat, then fired.

Every arrow found flesh. Adam's chest. His stomach. His legs. His remaining arm. His face. The shafts buried themselves in him until there was no part of his body left untouched.

Paul didn't give Adam a second to breathe. He clapped his hands together.

The ground on either side of Adam rose—two massive walls of packed earth and stone that swung inward like the covers of a book.

They slammed shut with a sound like a cannon shot, crushing Adam between them… well, at least that was what was supposed to happen.

But Adam pushed back, pressing his palms out.

The walls trembled and then stopped. Adam was about to leap out, but Dean summoned even more orbs—but this time, the orbs merged, swirling into each other until they formed a single arrow. This giant arrow, five feet long, thick as a fencepost, hung in the air for a moment. Then it rotated… and then fired.

The arrow punched through the gap between the two walls, trying to crush Adam… and went straight through his chest. It exited his back and embedded itself in the stone behind him, leaving a hole the size of a fist where his sternum had been.

For one second, Adam could see through himself… and then the walls crashed together, swallowing Adam whole as a shuddering crunch snapped in the air. And slowly, this clasped wall sank deeper into the ground.

Jimmy, who was hiding behind one of the fake houses, pressed both hands over his mouth.

Was Adam… dead? Jimmy didn't really know whether he should be glad or not—throughout their extremely brief time together, Adam seemed like a sensible person, and not like the monster everyone made him out to be.

But then again, if they didn't stop him, Jimmy would probably never work again.

As for Dean and Paul, they looked at each other. Dean was still rubbing his throat, the bruises already darkening. Paul's expression hadn't changed once during the entire fight, but a bead of sweat dropped from his chin.

"O-open it," Dean said, almost wheezing. "Slowly. I want to make sure we've neutralized this monster."

Paul unclenched his fists. The earth groaned. A seam appeared in the ground, widening inch by inch.

And then, as soon as the gap was wide enough… Adam suddenly shot toward Dean.

"W—" Before Dean could react, Adam's teeth sank into his trapezius. "F-fuck!"

Dean screamed like an animal as he felt Adam's teeth sinking deeper into his flesh and bone. He thrashed, punching at Adam's head, but Adam's jaw was locked.

Paul raised his hands to close the ground again, but then stopped. How could he not, when Dean wasn't the only one acting like an animal? No.

That description better fitted Adam… as he suddenly pulled Dean down with his teeth, dragging him into the hole. If Paul sealed the ground, Adam would be trapped… but it would definitely crush Dean's head into a pulp.

And unlike Adam, Dean would forever be gone.

"Get him off!" Dean's voice cracked. "Get him—"

And then, Adam leaped out of the hole, causing the ground around him to erupt. He came out of it covered in dirt and blood. His suit tattered.

Dean still hung from his teeth, struggling to get off. But of course, he hesitated—after all, he could feel his flesh slowly being ripped apart from the grip of Adam's jaw.

His struggle didn't last long, however, as Adam finally let go of him… only for Adam to grab the back of his neck and then slam him hard onto the ground.

Adam then lifted him up, throwing him into the air before landing a punch right at Dean's liver. Dean's body almost folded in half before flying and rolling violently on the ground, stopping right next to where Jimmy was hiding.

And this entire time… Paul didn't attack at all. It wasn't like he couldn't—no.

But there was a part of him telling him that he shouldn't. He felt something was different, after all. He felt something different ever since Adam came out of the ground.

It took him a few seconds to realize what it was… but when he finally did, his feet instinctively took a step back of their own.

Adam's eyes were still completely devoid of anything. But there was a twitch there.

Not in his eyes, but in his lips.

Adam…

…Adam was smiling.