Of course, there was no time for Nox to dwell on Cherry any further.
Unlike Cherry, he didn’t have superhuman strength.
And unlike Ethan, he didn’t know how to wield a sword or handle a gun.
"P-Please... Please help me, doctor."
A voice called out to him from somewhere nearby.
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Nox, who had been pressing himself flat against the alley wall, turned toward the sound.
A middle-aged man was trapped under the debris of a collapsed building.
Nox hurried over to him.
"Hang in there, I’ll—"
But as Nox cleared away the rubble pinning the man’s lower body, his words died in his throat.
The man’s legs were impaled by thin steel rods.
Not just one or two, but several.
Judging by his dazed expression, he likely couldn’t even feel the pain anymore.
‘There’s no saving him.’
Nox’s mind went completely blank.
He couldn’t save him.
Just like all the others.
Ever since Brunel fell apart two days ago, it had been the same.
He hadn’t been able to save a single person.
"Please... Please save me."
The man’s voice was barely above a whisper now, trembling and fragile.
Nox crouched down in front of him.
The man was clearly dying.
His eyelids were already fluttering shut, his breathing shallow and uneven.
But Nox gripped the man’s blood-soaked hand tightly.
"I’ll help you."
He couldn’t let the man’s final moments end with his desperate plea unanswered.
"My daughter... She's waiting for me... Doctor, I can't die like this. My daughter... Is she safe...?"
"Your daughter will be safe. I promise."
"This feels like... such a terrible dream, Doctor. How did things end up like this...? I... I worked so hard..."
"God knows. He knows you lived your life the best you could. This is just a dream. Everything will be alright."
"Ha... Thank you... Thank... you..."
The man’s eyes slowly closed.
Nox clenched his teeth.
Watching someone’s life slip away right in front of him—there were no words to describe how devastating it felt.
Had he cursed himself by always joking that life was too easy and boring?
But no—he’d never wished for something this extreme.
Nox finally released the man’s now-limp hand and rose to his feet.
The crushing weight of helplessness bore down on him.
Grrr...
A low growl snapped him out of his despair.
There was no time to stand around grieving.
He needed to move—fast—before the monsters found him.
He wasn’t about to let his life end here.
Boom!
Another deafening crash echoed from the direction of the plaza.
It was the sound of the statue collapsing.
No doubt Cherry Sinclair had fired the catapult again.
‘What the hell is she doing? Throwing rocks like that will just make more noise and attract even more monsters—’
Nox froze mid-thought, then cursed under his breath.
‘Damn it. So that’s it.’
He glanced back toward the mansion on the hill.
He couldn’t be sure, but given what he’d seen, the people up there had to be Cherry and Ethan.
The two of them had been inseparable the entire time they were in town.
‘They’re sitting pretty in their safe little fortress.’
It had to be a distraction.
They were making as much noise as possible to draw the monsters away from their mansion—to secure their own safety.
‘Those bastards.’
Nox gritted his teeth, seething at what he saw as Cherry and Ethan’s selfishness.
He had no idea that the catapult was fired to save him.
To Nox, the village seemed completely devoid of other survivors.
At least, that’s how it looked to him.
Hiding wasn’t going to cut it.
He needed to escape this damned village.
As he scanned the area, his eyes landed on the clock tower.