Chapter 9
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A thick, sweet smell wafted out, piercing Boby’s nose like an opium needle. It was the aroma of pure cocoa, refined sugar, and vanilla—the scent of heaven he hadn't smelled in ages.

“Jackpot…” Boby whispered, his mouth watering.

Dogy gave a soft bark beside him, wagging his tail. The dog had led him through a labyrinth of pipes beneath the warehouse, directly to an open floor vent right in the middle of the main storage room.

Boby peered out from the vent grate. The room was vast and dimly lit, filled with steel racks towering up to the ceiling. And on those racks, boxes were stacked with various familiar brands: Cadbury, Toblerone, KitKat, SilverQueen, and even some expensive imported chocolate brands Boby usually only saw in luxury mall displays.

“Ren, forgive me. I can’t wait for you anymore,” Boby muttered.

With his remaining strength, he pushed the ventilation grate. It was rusty, but unlocked. Boby crawled out, followed by Dogy.

His legs were shaking violently. His sugar crash w
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  • Chapter 9

    A thick, sweet smell wafted out, piercing Boby’s nose like an opium needle. It was the aroma of pure cocoa, refined sugar, and vanilla—the scent of heaven he hadn't smelled in ages.“Jackpot…” Boby whispered, his mouth watering.Dogy gave a soft bark beside him, wagging his tail. The dog had led him through a labyrinth of pipes beneath the warehouse, directly to an open floor vent right in the middle of the main storage room.Boby peered out from the vent grate. The room was vast and dimly lit, filled with steel racks towering up to the ceiling. And on those racks, boxes were stacked with various familiar brands: Cadbury, Toblerone, KitKat, SilverQueen, and even some expensive imported chocolate brands Boby usually only saw in luxury mall displays.“Ren, forgive me. I can’t wait for you anymore,” Boby muttered.With his remaining strength, he pushed the ventilation grate. It was rusty, but unlocked. Boby crawled out, followed by Dogy.His legs were shaking violently. His sugar crash w

  • Chapter 8

    Night crept down like a filthy black blanket, covering the scars on the face of Bandung city. In Sector 4, the only source of light was a large bonfire burning in the middle of the logistics warehouse yard.Boby and Irene lay prone on an embankment, 200 meters from the wire fence. The cold night wind was bone-chilling, but not as cold as their gazes. From this position, they could clearly see the bandits’ activity inside.A heavyset man, who appeared to be their leader, was pacing back and forth in front of the prisoner cage. He wore a necklace made of beer bottle caps and held a whip fashioned from electrical cable.“Hey! You lot! Still not gonna tell me where you found that gas yesterday?!” the bandit leader roared. His voice was hoarse and heavy.One of the prisoners—a scrawny man whose hair was nearly gone—spat on the ground. “We found it in a junk car, Fat Boss. We’ve told you a hundred times.”CRACK!The bandit leader lashed the electrical cable across the thin man’s back. A red

  • Chapter 7

    The stinging late afternoon sunlight slapped their faces as the manhole cover was slid open. After hours spent lurking in the sewage tunnels smelling of feces and rat carcasses, the outside air felt... well, not much fresher, but at least brighter.Boby crawled out first, taking a deep breath, then immediately coughing."Ugh! Damn, the air in Bandung now tastes like a Damri bus exhaust mixed with rotten durian," Boby complained, brushing dust off his lab coat, which was now a brownish-gray color.Irene followed with a tactical movement, immediately crouching with her knife drawn, scanning the surrounding area. Dogy came out last, limping slightly from the wound on his leg, but still trying to look brave.They were on the edge of a main highway. The scene before them was the literal definition of a postcard from hell.The Pasupati overpass—the city's proud icon—now looked like a giant dead snake. Hundreds, perhaps thousands, of cars were completely stalled on it. Many were scorched, le

  • Chapter 6

    Two shadows shot through the air, colliding with a sickening thud of flesh.*BUGH!*Dogy, though outmatched in size, used his momentum to ram the Hellhound's neck. The Golden Retriever's fangs sank into the monster's muscular shoulder. But the Hellhound's hide was as tough as a truck tire. Dogy's bite only left a scratch.*GROAAAR!*The Hellhound shook its body. Its strength was immense. Dogy was flung away, crashing into the iron workbench, denting it, and then tumbling onto the concrete floor."Dogy!" Boby screamed. He tried to run closer, but his legs turned to jelly again.[System: Combat Intent Detected. Initiating Combat Mode Activation...][Loading... 1%...][ERROR: Fuel Empty. Please refill your glucose.][Advice: Don't be a premature hero on an empty stomach, sir. Just sit tight.]"You bastard, System! My dog is about to die!" Boby cursed internally. He frantically searched his pants pockets. Empty. He had thrown away the mint wrapper. Lab coat pocket? Only dust crumbs and li

  • Chapter 5

    Silence.Inside the damp, dark concrete drainage tunnel, the sound of dripping water from the ceiling sounded like a bomb blast in Boby's ears.*Drip... Drip...*In front of them, the creature called the *Sniffer* stood motionless. Its eyeless head moved slowly left and right, like a radar antenna searching for a signal. Its large, slimy nostrils flared, greedily inhaling the air. A long purple tongue extended, dripping acidic saliva that sizzled as it touched the concrete floor.Boby held his breath until his chest ached. He could feel Irene's heartbeat next to him—fast but steady, the hallmark of someone accustomed to facing death. Boby’s hand, smeared with foul mud, was still clamped around Irene’s neck, masking the scent of blood and her natural perfume.*SNIFF...*The creature took one step forward. Its long clawed feet scraped the floor. The distance between them was now only two meters.[System: Host Heart Rate 180bpm. Warning: Don't piss your pants. The smell of urine ammonia

  • Chapter 4

    The pungent smell of ammonia stung their noses, mixing with the sharp aroma of bleach. Inside the cramped janitor's closet, Boby was acting like a mad wizard concocting a potion of death in a blue plastic mop bucket."Are you sure this is going to explode? Or just make the floor shiny?" Irene asked skeptically. She stood in front of the door, bracing the handle with her back. Outside, the sound of banging and zombie growls grew more brutal. The wood of the door was already beginning to crack in the middle."This isn't for mopping, Feisty Lady," Boby replied, pouring a full bottle of toilet cleaner into the mixture. The liquid hissed, emitting a thin, yellowish smoke. "This is called Super Knock-off Chlorine Gas. A secret recipe for housewives who want to slowly kill their husbands. In high concentration in a closed room? This will blister their lungs and melt their eyes."[System Notification: Detecting Dangerous Craftsmanship.][New Skill Unlocked: *Terrorist Wannabe* (Lv. 1)][Effec

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