While his roommate whoâs had plenty of sleep just now looks at him, speechless, Bright brushes his teeth at 10pm and hits the bed in a good mood.
He wanted to prove his ideas in the post-apocalyptic game world.
When he watched the documentaries last night, he discovered that this world is the far future of a parallel Earth. The zombie virus emerged early 21 <sup>st</sup> Century. Densely populated cities immediately became zombie wonderlands. Humanity is forced to relocate to the countryside and build bases.
That did not mean it was safer, however. Over time, animals, plants and insects mutated from being infected and attacked human bases. Humanity was on its toes yet again and civilisation almost collapsed entirely. In a gamble, humans decided to return to the City and take back their home from the zombies, building a new civilisation.
Back then, the leader led elite human soldiers and blasted their way through with their only goal of retaking the City. Zombies have evolved Kings with high intelligence though, who were cunning and deceptive. It commanded the zombies in the battle with the humans and resulted in massive losses on the human side.
With the unbearably heavy price paid, humans have retaken most of the City. The leader fought with the King of the Zombies, and finally defeated it after a fight to the death. The leader also came up with a serum that can withstand the virus, and worked with everyone to rebuild the City, before accepting soldiers and civilians.
Afterwards, the City went through several reformations, and eventually reached its current scale. Protecting humanity in solitude in the middle of a wasteland.
This is what Bright concluded after watching many R-18 documentaries. He took them with a pinch of salt because there were many exaggerated or contradictory points, such as the leader and the King of the Zombiesâs pole vs. hole fight.
There were also many important plot points skimmed over, for example why Outsiders existed. Is it merely because they were criminals or descendents from the people who were âstainedâ? What did âstainedâ mean anyway?
There were also the reformations of the City. Itâs only mentioned only in passing in only one of the documentaries, clearly being a taboo of some sort. It was probably key in causing humanity to have become so twisted.
Bright was curious.
When his time was up and he could only look for other opportunities, closing the TV, he saw a past map of the world at the end of a documentary. Its terrain looked oddly familiar.
Brightâs heart starts beating like crazy, it was basically the same world map he had in the zombie mobile game!
Due to that, Bright joyfully returns to the game world, and opens the world map.
It is an exact copy!
Bright can feel his excitement boiling over.
Could it be possible for him to familiarise himself with the terrain of the City and look for chances to escape?
He can learn about the defensive work and current situation Outside from Old Veteran. Wilderness survival isnât difficult for the current him either.
He knows itâs full of danger and unimaginably difficult. Yet even if the chances were one in a thousandth, or one in ten thousandth, he had to try.
â Draw a dragon with me on my left, I'll draw a rainbow for you on your right... â
While singing out loud, Bright happily hugs Latiao, holding its front paw to dance and turn in the house without a ceiling. The eyes of the poor big boy goes swirling from all the spins. The sunlight shines onto the smiling face of the man, making his face bright and shine.
Brightâs good mood lasts until he is brought away by trained and armed personnel in the show.
âWhere are we going?â He asks before getting punched in the guts. So he shuts up obediently.
Bright is blindfolded and can only sense the surroundings with his remaining senses. He is brought outside and driven for about half an hour in a car. The speed was so high it was practically a high-speed train, because he can feel pain in his eardrums which he has to alleviate by swallowing.
Arriving at the place, he got shuffled into a room. They remove all his clothes and stretch his arms straight before tying them up on the ceiling. Then they tie his legs up and hang his whole body in the air, half suspended. The only way he can stand is by standing on top of his toes vertically. The opponents are clearly professionals who have done this for a long time, making him have no possible way of fighting back effectively.
This setup reminds Bright of a lamb ready for sacrifice. Now he just has to wait for the priest.
Just a little while later, as expected, he hears the sound of the door opening and closing, and holds his breath out of nervousness. Sounds of footsteps approach him from a distance in a casual pace. Then it stops in front of him and walks around him, as if judging where the lamb was too fat or too thin.
Bright even has his hair standing on hand. Just the footsteps have already caused untold pressure on him. It must be on purpose.
This pride and ruthlessness, putting a noose about the neck of the prey, slowly tightening it, makes him feel just like something he has experienced before.
Hotel. Scroll. Performance. Electric shock.
âIs it you, Mister Ejaculation?â Bright could have used other forms of address, but he chooses that word on purpose. Putting it alongside the respectful âmisterâ sounding full of contempt.
What he meant was that he who was performing was shameful and lowly, but so was the one who ordered the show. Their only difference was in social hierarchy. And social positions, and power, â For 30 years fortune lay east of Yellow River, then 30 years later it went west of Yellow River. â Weâll see.
The sound of air splitting apart reaches his ears from nearby. Bright emits a sound in pain, âoomph!â Then he immediately holds it back, stingy on his cries of pain.
He feels he was whipped on his chest. What is probably the whip caused a pain like burning spreading out from his wound. Oh, the whip probably had electric current added in it.
Bright withstands the throbbing pain as much as he can. Looks like it is the Shithead. Meeting a mortal enemy, he puts on a sarcastic grin, âyou like electricity that much? Do you think youâre the God of Thunder?â Would you like to be backstabbed by our dear Prince ?
Bright tries to dodge in the beginning, listening to the sound and such. As he is in a completely disadvantaged position, he rarely succeeds. As the current strengthens, the place where the attack lands gets more and more embarrassing. His stamina was losing fast, growing weakened. He can only relax his muscles to prevent further pain and worse wounds.
The person with the whip clearly knows what they are doing. The hits are sometimes heavy and sometimes light. The angles in particular have been precisely and particularly chosen. Alongside the current that can be adjusted at willâŚ
It isnât a pure pain. There is occasionally a numbing pleasure, making his consciousness waver between pain and happiness.
The wind from the whip passes by his ears. Even though it didnât land on his body, he still shudders in reflex.
Bright laughs surreptitiously in pity. He has lost most control over his body. His little one standing at attention, saluting, or exploding in cum is all in control of the other person. The body wants to make him faint to flee from the overstimulating excitations, but he reminded himself to be vigilant.
Starting from when he gave up dodging, he has kept the same posture. With his head down leaning on his right armââHe has always been working to slip the black blindfold away. He can already barely see below him now.
Past the crisscrossed marks is blood, sweat, flesh, and something flowing down his body, accumulating at the tip of his toes, dripping onto the ground, drawing a strange picture.
Through the gap, Bright sees the long, black and gold whip mercilessly striking at his bush. He withstands the urge to dodge and took it completely. This time the strike is especially heavy. He screams out loud and shivers his body back and forth, struggling intensely like a fish on a hook out of water.
Thanks to this, the blindfold on his eyes finally slips away.