I'm Not Shouldering This Blame [BL]

Ch. 74

On the other side of the ocean, in a City in Massachusetts*.

(T/N: I'm sorry, but I don't understand this part: 马塞州的邦戈洛城. I translated this '马塞州' to be Massachusetts. As for the other part, '邦戈洛城' = 'Bangolo City' but as far as I know, it doesn't exist in America. I'm not even sure if I translated most of the places correctly so pardon me if I just say that it's a city somewhere in Massachusetts. Works well enough for me.)

Knee-deep snow covers the lawn, and snowflakes solidified in midair, showing a strange scene.

Here is the Abandoned World, a copy of reality, and also hell.

The air is filled with a bloody smell. The man wearing goggles cut two pieces of meat from the monster's legs with a knife. He just wrapped it in brown paper when there was a blurry shadow in the wind and snow.

The man responded agilely.

The snowflakes in the air got on his coat——the Abandoned World maintains this bad weather, so it's difficult for people to hide their trail. The footsteps in the snow can be covered, but the still snowflakes in the air are gone.

The shadow's attack just now is not an exception.

The trail can be followed to a high altitude, just like someone using an eraser to wipe out a blank space in a paper painted with a graffiti of snowflakes. Seeing the end of this trajectory, a black-toothed bird parked on the corpse.

It bows its head to the dead monster's wound, followed by its wings, uttering sharp howls of excitement.

"Corpse Crow?!"

The man is stunned and took two steps backward. Waving a hand, his whole person disappeared without a trace.

The bird squinted its eyes. It lost another source of the bloody smell, but such a big food is enough for a meal. The Corpse Crow continues burying its head and bites the fresh meat.

More black birds soon flew in succession. After a time, there are seven or eight perched on the body, snatching and eating, then a fight occurred. They show the claws on their wings and show their blood-stained teeth while calling out threats.

The smaller Corpse Crow consciously hangs its wings, giving up, and turning to bite the less meaty part.

If they are evenly matched, the two birds will fight directly with feathers flying, and sharp screams. Corpse Crow is a social creature gathering together as a family unit. When looking for food, they will often encounter similar groups with different ethnicity, and conflicts often occur.

When the other group is fierce, they will fight to the death, until one of the wings is broken, or unable to stand up.

At this time, the "dinner and onlooker" Corpse Crow that was at the side will stop eating. The ones on the same ethnic group as the loser will flap their wings and fly to the side, giving up the right to eat.

The winner howled twice, and with its sharp claws, directly punctures the loser's neck. Dark red blood emerged, and with the ripped feathers, it divides the loser into food.

Abandoned World has a lot of monsters, but the species that will eat their same kind is only a few.

The stronger Corpse Crows left with satisfaction, while the loser's companions continue to fly down to eat, not even looking at the tragic end of their relative.

Waiting for the surroundings to calm down again, the "snowflake sky" has been smeared by the Corpse Crow.

A group of mole rats* drilled from the snow, pouncing on the leftover food.