Colossal Chest の小説・ストーリー

] [Current Balance: 115 System Points. [New Objective Unlocked: Core Extraction. Extract the mutated energy core from the target's chest cavity to claim rewards.] "A core " I whispered. I thought about the stories I heard in the survivor camps. People used to talk about the monsters having gems inside them. [The core is located three inches below the sternum, Host. It must be removed manually while the biological tissue is still warm. Use of a reinforced cutting tool is highly recommended.] I stood up slowly. My muscles still hummed from the system skill. I walked down the iron stairs. The air down here was cold, and the smell of the dead creature made my stomach twist, but I forced my feet

They didn't see the dense muscle packed beneath the soft layer, or the lethal efficiency built from three years of brutal conditioning in human underground gyms. I bent down, hooked my fingers beneath the iron handles, and lifted the sixty-pound chest straight off the floor without a single flicker of strain. “I’m taking this up to my room,” I said, my voice completely level. Sterling’s mouth dropped open. He stared at me like I had suddenly grown a second head, his jaw working silently as he looked from my face down to the heavy chest suspended effortlessly in my hands. Lorelei gasped, taking a sharp step back, her delicate image of her fragile, human-born daughter shattering into a million

"Come on! You can't just tease me with that setup and not deliver. I need details." I groan, burying my face in my hand. "Chelsea, please, don't make me relive that mental trauma." "Tell meee," she sings. I peek at her through my fingers. "You're evil." "Ugh, fine," I straighten. "He's packing like... nine, maybe ten inches." Chelsea's jaw drops. "Ten?!" "Probably nine," I correct. "But it's not just long, it's... you know. Girthy."

It was buried in the thick dust and what's more was that the height of the chest doesn't match the base on the inside. I picked up the dust... I mean the thing that moved when I shook the chest. It was a necklace with a key pendant. It is small and like a key to a diary or something. It looks expensive though. It’s gold. I don’t know if it's real gold or just gold plated.

His fingertip touched the surface of it, creating a line that shows the thickness of the dust that sits on top. Colin looked up, his blue eyes glowed despite the dimmed room. "I want to show you something," he said and then proceeds to crouch down. Elinor's gaze curiously followed his movements. He lift a piece of wet mossy plank effortlessly as if it had been designed to be a hiding place. But it turns out that it is indeed some sort of secret storage. Because Colin had lifted something out of it. A chest. A small one that was enough to fit that small rectangular opening on the floor.

Infact , the deep fissure that was enough to swallow Her and Ron whole was no where enough to even take a single hoove of that monster . " What in the world is that ?" said Chelsea with a deep breath , trying her best to not to freak out " Its horrible and What's this horrible stench coming in our direction " The closer the monster came to them , the closer it brought it stench of rotting meat with it . Soon the stench wafting over to their direction overcame her nostrils and Chelsea silently gagged . Gosh , when was the last time this monster took a bath ? " Its a minotauraus " said Malcolm unlike Ron and Chelsea he haven't covered his nose ; maybe being closer to the minotauraus for so lon

My face burns with deep, intense blushes, my hands dropping to cover myself the moment he releases my wrists. Colton walks over to a heavy wooden chest near his bed, rumbles through it, and pulls out a thick, oversized red flannel shirt. He walks back over and shoves it into my chest. "Put it on," he orders. I slide my arms into the sleeves quickly, my fingers shaking so badly I can barely line up the buttons. The shirt is massive on my small frame, the hem falling all the way down to the middle of my thighs, completely swallowing me in his scent of woodsmoke, leather, and pure masculinity. The fabric is rough against my sensitive, swollen nipples, making them throb with a strange, heavy ach

I'm really thankful for the button of my heart that I can't smell anything. Letting my hands do the work while my eyes are tightly closed I opened the chest. *screech* It gives a weird screech like it was not been opened for countless of years. Inside the disgusting trash chest, there is a human head. ----------------------------------------

The thing that climbed out of the hatch did not breathe. It exhaled a cold draft of stale air that smelled of old peat, tallow candles and bitter sulfur. The creature was seven feet tall. It seemed much larger. It looked like it was carrying the weight of the limestone floor on its hunched iron-reinforced shoulders. The chest cavity was entirely open, a cage of boiler plates held together by coarse copper rivets that had turned green with age. Inside that rusted ribs-frame, there was no heart; there was a massive slow-turning cylinder of black basalt bathed in a pool of thick, violet ink.

James' laboratory. The Behemoth is a towering and fearsome monster that commands attention with its imposing physical appearance. Standing at an impressive height of 30 feet, this colossal creature possesses a muscular and robust build, its body covered in dense, scaly, and rock-like skin. Its massive torso is adorned with sharp, bony protrusions, giving it an intimidating and primal vibe. The Behemoth's limbs are thick and powerful, capable of delivering bone-crushing blows. Its eyes, glowing with an intense fiery hue, instill terror in those who gaze upon them.