Ultraman in the world of grams

Chapter 36 Rotten Shadow
Gunshots suddenly appeared in the quiet hotel late at night, which made everyone nervous.

Even William Dale, a professor of geology who has been on missions with many expeditions, can't help but feel a little nervous.

He yawned, shook his head trying to stay awake, then picked up an old broom from behind the door of the hotel, carefully approached the door, and listened to the sound outside.

The strange thing is that the gunshot just now seemed to stop after a while.

There was silence outside the door, as if what had happened before was just an illusion.

William Dale held his breath, and quietly pushed the door open a crack.

The corridor outside was pitch black, without a single ray of light, and the black hole seemed like an abyss that could swallow everything.

too quiet

Nothing at all.

It's too weird...

All the nerves in his body collapsed to the extreme.

"Tick-tock-"

Startled, William quickly aimed the broom in his hand at the house.

Then, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It turned out that there was only water leaking from the top..."

He looked at the pool of wet water stains on the ceiling of the house, there was no light, and he could only see a dark mass, which was constantly falling down.

"It's just so humid here, they should do a good job on the roof."

He complained quietly.

However, with this interruption, the originally tense nerves were relaxed.

It could have just been an accidental shot.

he thinks.

There didn't seem to be much confusion after the gunshot, so it shouldn't be a big deal.

Before he knew it, he seemed to become a little dizzy again, and sleepiness swept his mind.

It's still dark, so I can sleep for a while now.

The thought dominated his consciousness, and he moved away from the door, intending to go back to bed for another good night's sleep.

But things don't always go as planned.

He stared ruefully at a puddle of water on the bed.

The water leaking from the ceiling fell drop by drop, not only wet the floor of the room, but also his bed.

The water spots are still expanding.

"What's the matter with this water?"

William Dale looked up suspiciously, staring at the ceiling.

If he remembered correctly, the floor he lived on was the top floor, and there was no one living on it, and it stands to reason that no one flooded the roof with water.

He hesitated for a moment, wanting to reach out and touch the wet water stain.

Suddenly, a creepy chill climbed up his back, sticky and wet breath filled his nostrils, and the air seemed to become gloomy.

He retracted his fingers like an electric shock, staring wide-eyed at the wet shadows on the bed and the floor.

not right...

It's not raining now, and the roof is intact. Where did these water stains come from?

tick tock tick tock...

The water dripping from the ceiling grew faster and faster.

William smelled a stench from nowhere, which was many times worse than soaking rotten food.

He remembered with horror the smell of rot that the red-haired historian had mentioned earlier.

This is not an illusion!
He gritted his teeth, turned the broom in his hand, and smashed the wooden stick on the damp and dark shadows straight.

When the wooden stick hit the ceiling, it didn't make the sound of hard objects colliding with each other, but it was like being poked into a puddle of mud.

The rotten shadow on the ceiling slowly squirmed, and the places where the sticks were poked burst and seeped out streams of disgusting green pus.

The stench greedily spread in the air, scrambling to turn the entire room into a nest of decay.

William Dale didn't see this scene clearly, he only saw that the wooden stick sank into the ceiling and poked out a lot of liquid.

The looming stench swept over his sense of smell.

His intuition was screaming frantically, something is wrong!
This is not right!

Get out of here!

He took the end of the broom and pounded it hard, tearing off a piece of shadow.

The ball of green mud fell to the ground with a snap, corroding the surrounding area into big holes one after another.

William looked at the end of the broom, where there was only a little scrap of wood left.

The strange object moved slowly towards him in a disgusting way.

It doesn't have an accurate shape, just crawling on the ground like a mollusk without a backbone, but this is far weirder than a mollusc.

William couldn't tell what it was like, the snail or leech that had shadowed him in childhood was only one-thousandth as disgusting as the abomination in front of him.

Just by looking at it, you can feel a surge in your stomach.

William retched and tried to attack it with a broom as he moved away from the damned thing.

He couldn't restrain his panic, it was like the most hateful thing in the world!

As drops of liquid dripped, a larger area of ​​rotting shadows on the ceiling seemed to grow gradually, touching the wriggling weirdness.

It grew gradually, with an unbelievably terrifying speed.

William Dale wanted to scream, but his voice seemed to be choked, and he couldn't make it anyway.

Watching the wriggling, rotting shadow grow bigger and bigger, William backed away desperately until he reached the door.

The gap that just opened gave William a chance. He quickly backed out from the door, and then slammed the door shut.

He clutched his broom tightly, which was his only weapon at the moment, and stared nervously at the door in front of him.

Wood can be corroded by that thing, and a mere door can never stop that thing...

Must be like a way...

hurry up……

"boom--"

There was another shot, this time very close to him.

At this time, William turned his head with expectant eyes.

"Be careful--"

A slender but powerful hand ruthlessly dragged him through the door.

Another shot aimed at those rotting shadows leaking through the crack of the door.

The good news is that that hideous rotting shadow, which seems to be afraid of hot weapons, has shrunk quite a bit.

William turned his head away in surprise.

It was the red-haired glamorous lady who had complained earlier, the historian Elizabeth Ellis, who fired the gun.

At this time, she was full of sternness, staring at the door with an extremely terrifying expression, speaking very fast:
"Many rooms have changed tonight, and many people have been devoured by this disgusting rotting monster."

William shrank his pupils in horror:
"Your body—"

Eisley thought William was just scared and was about to say something.

I saw the huge rotten shadow behind her reflected in William's pupils——

"Snapped--"

A brilliantly glowing notebook slammed into the rotting shadows behind them.

The rotting shadow struggled and twisted, howling in pain.

Like a snail touching salt, most of it melted instantly.

"Are you all right, everyone?"

(End of this chapter)