It was somewhat reckless. After all, the attempt was based on nothing more than a guess.
If it failed, I would simply die a ridiculous death.
‘But I’ll die just the same if I do nothing.’
Without much hesitation, I drew the military knife and cut my forearm.
A stinging pain flared, and the skin instantly grew wet. Blood ran down and struck the floor in heavy drops.
I stared downward tensely.
If even the smallest gap appeared, I intended to exploit it and escape.
But the result was far greater than I had expected.
“…!”
I had imagined the blood would create only a small opening where it touched.
Instead, the inner wall began to melt away the instant my blood reached it.
As the slick tissue broke apart, the upper body of a zombie and an enormous television appeared.
They had returned to their original forms from before the boss monster absorbed them.
Even knowing my blood was the cure, I had never imagined it would produce such an effect.
Perhaps because the “cure” was a substance that had never existed in the original game, it was exerting an even more abnormal power.
The moment I saw the bloodstained section disintegrate, another thought came to me.
‘I might be…