Killing for Pleasure

The luxury of the hotel suite had not yet dissipated. Chen Mo looked at the woman who had expired on the bed, the cigarette burning on his fingertips reaching the end. "There are 5 hours and 31 minutes left until the end of the world." A cold countdown sounded in my mind, followed by apocalyptic gift packs—unlimited supplies, strengthened bodies, and massive weapons. When the AK47 appeared out of thin air in his hand, and when the power that could crush a skull with one hand surged through his body, Chen Mo smiled. He was originally an owl wandering in the darkness, and he was used to the business of licking blood with the tip of a knife. This apocalypse was not the end of the world for him, but a hunting ground.