From Apocalypse To Entertainment Circle (BL)-Chapter 153: Cursed Battlefield Under The Moon

There were plenty of such monsters in Sian’s world.

They weren’t particularly powerful—but they were far from weak.

The only reason they weren’t classified among the strongest was simple: their opponents were no mere humans. They faced trained squads of superhumans, soldiers molded by countless battles, not fragile mortals struggling to survive.

Yet even so, when one of those creatures appeared before Lan’s team, it became immediately clear—none of them were in their best shape to face such a thing.

The air trembled with tension, the scent of blood and scorched metal mingling with the cold desert wind.

"Damn it, Lan Qisheng! Give the order—have them finish it off before it grows any stronger!"

Sian’s voice sliced through the chaos like a blade drawn in fury—sharp, commanding, and laced with urgency.

And that urgency wasn’t without reason.

This creature’s nature was... complicated.

Even as the burly men from both squads exchanged uncertain glances, their eyes locked upon the grotesque silhouette in the distance. A low growl rolled through the darkness, followed by a chilling vibration beneath their feet.

Then—

A shadow darted from somewhere unseen, swift as lightning.

Before any of them could process what happened, the monster’s shrieks tore through the night.

It was a sound that didn’t belong to this world—raw agony laced with madness.

Black, foul blood splattered across the sand, its stench burning in their nostrils.

And when the men finally dared to look... not one of them could utter a word.

Standing beneath the towering beast’s leg was the last person they expected—

the girl they’d all dismissed as nothing more than a pampered little princess.

But she was no princess now.

In her hand gleamed a dagger—black as ink and as long as her forearm—its blade dripping with thick, tar-like blood. Her fingers, pale under the moonlight, were slick and trembling with the monster’s filth.

Not far from where she stood lay a severed leg—

the monster’s leg, cleanly cut above the knee, its massive tendons twitching grotesquely.

The beast let out an unholy roar—one so deep and feral it made their bones rattle. It was a sound more terrifying than the metallic screech of the white bellbird—the very cry said to be the most dreadful noise known to man.

Kira leapt back just as the monster’s spike-covered arm slammed into the spot she’d been standing a breath ago, shattering the earth into a crater.

"Is it over yet?" asked Lan Qisheng, stepping beside Sian, his tone a mix of disbelief and desperate hope.

Sian gave a low, cold laugh, the kind that made even the wind hesitate.

"Over?"

"In your dreams."

And as if the words themselves summoned the nightmare—

The severed limb began to move.

From both the cut leg and the stump, countless filaments of flesh burst forth, slithering like worms, twisting and writhing until they interlocked like living cables.

The grotesque strands pulled together, snapping tight with wet, meaty sounds.

Within seconds, the leg had reattached itself.

The wound sealed shut as though Kira’s strike had never happened.

The men stood frozen—some blinking rapidly, others clutching their weapons, unsure if their eyes were lying to them. It was as if reality itself had just rewritten the rules.

"This type of monster grows stronger every second," Sian said, his voice unnervingly calm but dripping with contempt.

"Especially on a battlefield like this—littered with corpses and blood. It feeds on the life force of everything around it. Its regeneration rate... thousands of times faster than a chameleon’s."

A hush fell over the group.

The desert wind howled, carrying with it the faint echoes of screams from earlier battles. The moon hung high—cold and merciless—shedding pale light over the nightmare unfolding before them.

Lan Qisheng inhaled sharply, his chest heaving as the truth settled in.

For all his thirty years of training, for all his medals and battles, he’d never seen anything like this. Not in his world. Not even in his worst dreams.

And amidst that suffocating fear, his gaze drifted toward Sian.

Yes... in this moment, there was no one else he could rely on.

"Sian," he said quickly, his voice shaking with barely restrained panic, "tell me what to do. How do we kill this thing?"

The others turned their eyes toward Sian, as if clinging to a lifeline.

Sian exhaled a slow sigh, his eyes reflecting the glimmer of moonlight off the sand.

"Kira," he ordered, his tone low but steady, "wear it down. Try to find the source of its energy. Since we don’t know if this world has energy cores like ours, you’ll have to figure it out yourself. Understood?"

For a moment, silence.

Then—Kira smiled.

It wasn’t a sweet smile, nor one of confidence. It was wild—feral—the kind that made the blood of even battle-hardened men run cold.

In the faint moonlight, her expression seemed almost angelic, if not for the madness shimmering in her eyes.

Truth be told, few believed it, but once Kira stepped into battle, she was utterly insane.

She loved the fight. Loved the blood.

There was something euphoric in how she carved through her enemies, whether human, beast, or abomination.

It gave her a satisfaction few could comprehend—

like slicing through soft flesh, like preparing sashimi from living prey.

"Got it, boss," she said with a grin. "I’ll turn this disgusting beast into thin slices of sashimi."

And before her words had even finished echoing—

She was gone.

A blur of movement, a flash of black steel.

Kira charged straight toward the roaring monster—the very creature that now burned with a primal hatred for the one who had dared maim it.

Sian’s gaze lingered on her retreating figure before shifting back to Lan.

"You don’t expect a little girl to handle everything on her own, do you?" he said quietly, his tone sharp as a blade.

Lan flinched, shame flickering across his features.

Even he had frozen when he first saw the creature devour its victims whole—something that defied both science and sanity.

"Have your men follow Kira’s lead," Sian continued coldly. "Attack with blades. Guns and explosives won’t work on this thing."

There was no mockery in his words—only grim certainty.

Sian didn’t intend to humiliate Lan or his soldiers. He knew they weren’t prepared for this. None of them were. They just needed time to adjust.

But time... was exactly what they didn’t have.

The monster was adapting—stronger, faster, more hateful with every passing second. Its eyes glowed red, reflecting the flames of the burning vehicles scattered across the dunes.

Sian narrowed his eyes. He had seen creatures like this before. He knew what came next.

If they didn’t eliminate it soon, it would evolve—

And once it did, even Kira wouldn’t stand a chance.

Even back in her own world, facing such a thing alone would’ve been suicide.

She could push herself, use her foresight ability to predict movements and strike weak points—but Sian would never allow her to die for victory.

He would never let his comrades throw away their lives for a meaningless battle—

especially not one that wasn’t even theirs to begin with.

He clenched his jaw, the weight of responsibility pressing heavily on his chest.

If they failed to stop the creature now, the government would inevitably send reinforcements. And with this world’s technology, sooner or later, they’d destroy it.

But the cost would be unbearable.

Too many lives. Too much blood.

If possible, he doesn’t want this to happen

The sound of steel and shrieks filled the air once more.

Kira’s laughter—soft, chilling—echoed between the sand dunes as she danced between the monster’s blows, her blade slashing, cutting, tasting the air.

The beast bellowed, every roar shaking the ground. Its body twisted unnaturally, new limbs beginning to sprout from the regenerating flesh.

Lan shouted orders to his team, rallying them to strike alongside her, their blades clashing against the creature’s hide. Sparks flew, screams followed, and the night became a blur of blood and chaos.

And through it all, Sian watched—his eyes cold, calculating, haunted.

The wind picked up, swirling sand into a storm around them. Somewhere above, the clouds parted, revealing the full moon—

pale, distant, indifferent to the carnage below.

The monster howled once more, shaking off the assault like a wounded god.

Sian took a step forward, eyes narrowing.

But before he could move, the creature’s glowing red gaze locked onto him—

and for the first time that night, it smiled.

A shiver crawled down Sian’s spine.

Something was wrong.

Something about this thing...

The sand trembled again—

And beneath their feet, a low rumble began to rise.

Lan’s men froze as the ground cracked open, veins of light pulsing beneath the desert floor.

And Sian’s heart sank.

Now that they’d wounded the monster.

His true power was awakening.

The night erupted into chaos once more.

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Erato-san has something to say:

Sian: "No, absolutely not. I’m not gambling with my life—or my subordinates’."

Erato-san: "Are you sure about that?"

Sian, bleeding heavily in the next Chapter:"...Damn you, author."

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