Chapter 647: Chapter 629: Beneath the Deep Pit
The hellish journey exceeded the planned week by three days.
Returning via the lighthouse of Oculus to the ,
in this World Anchor, Luo Di only needs to close his eyes and open them to return to the Fifth Hospital. However, before going back, he needs to confirm if the Squad Leader is here.
After all, being late by a few days, the Squad Leader might have already left out of boredom if waiting here.
Then, unexpectedly, the sound of hooks clashing came from the Preaching Room, seemingly calling Luo Di over.
“When did Hook come back? Isn’t he supposed to stay at the Spine for research? Or maybe he left an avatar here to oversee the Punishment Room… Either way, let’s go ask about the Squad Leader’s situation.”
As soon as Luo Di walked into the Preaching Room, a multitude of hooks descended from the air, hooking onto his back and swiftly delivering him onto the altar of the Preaching Room.
Standing there was Hook, bald-headed,
wearing an extraordinarily avant-garde spiked leather outfit today, holding a sharp spiked whip in his hand.
“Luo Di, your current focus is entirely on the spine. You are part of the Trinity and require balanced development. Suffering is a crucial physical foundation; if overlooked, it could destabilize your foundation.
Before going back, let me help you consolidate it.”
“Senior, I’m in a bit of a rush~ I spent three more days in Chaos Nest City than planned.
Besides, regarding pain acceptance and metal modification, our research these days has been ongoing, right? I haven’t neglected it; I’ve just been performing specialized training.”
Unexpectedly, Hook did not respond and simply raised his hand to lash the whip onto him.
The spikes pierced through flesh, and excruciating pain swept through his body.
Although Luo Di hadn’t deliberately trained for suffering, this trait had always been retained, and he only trembled slightly after being whipped, his expression quite comfortable.
Another lash came down.
Luo Di still did not resist, lying silently on the altar to feel the whole whipping process, which lasted a full half hour.
When he felt the frequency of the whip swinging slightly reducing,
Luo Di, his skin flayed and battered, suddenly sat up, wrapped his arms around Hook, pulling him onto the altar, pressing close together.
Lips touched, hot wine flowed down his throat.
This scene was so unbearable that even the hooks on the ceiling couldn’t bear to watch, shaking incessantly. For more chapters visıt novelFɪre.net
Hook’s bald head slowly grew a head of black long hair, and his body gradually slendered, yet the avant-garde leather outfit remained unchanged.
This kiss persisted until all the whipping wounds on Luo Di’s body fully healed, then they slowly parted.
The two lay on the altar, eyes meeting.
“Squad Leader, congratulations.”
“I should congratulate you~ It seems like a new spine has grown on your back, quite a gain. You were supposed to acquire a weapon, but brought back a person instead.”
Luo Di’s Black Spine, exposed, also trembled, seemingly shocked.
Megin had never seen anyone able to mimic Hook, with not only the same appearance but even deceiving this Punishment Room itself, under the other’s control.
“Megin was branded as a weapon from birth, growing up in a factory, unable to manifest an appearance, only presented as a weapon.
With her, I should be able to cut down the balloons.
Your mimicking ability has also changed from before, it seems David is almost wholeheartedly teaching you.”
“He didn’t exactly teach~ I just borrowed David’s ‘body’. As the Grand Theater manager of Evil Play, he has a unique actor screening method.
One of the most challenging screening methods for inheritors is set within him. I spent a full seven days, without sleep, barely passing this test.
My previous mimicry was not perfect; now I’ve mended a large piece.”
“Are you going to break through like Hunter?”
“I feel a bit, but it’s not enough to break through that membrane. No rush, at least now I have a clear direction.
Later, I will dissolve the avatar when I return to the human world, and my true body in Vortex Town will awaken.
Then I will notify Teacher Guo, to prepare to meet you at the Corner entrance.
Or… since we are already three days late, why not rest a bit before leaving? You look quite tired.
It’s almost evening now, let’s stay in Mingwang City tonight, how about staying in a hotel?
since Hook is not coming back, we could just stay on the altar.”
“Let’s go to the hotel~ and get something to eat! We’ll head back to Vortex Town first thing in the morning.”
“Alright~ do you want to stay at a regular hotel or an irregular one?”
Corner, Middle Layer, Unknown Area.
at the bottom of the quarry pit,
there is a series of special prisons here.
Some valuable and selected monsters are imprisoned here, undergoing gradual transformation while their bodies become infected.
Many monsters that once had names in the Corner are imprisoned below,
they constantly feel the intense itch from the infection area, along with the ever-echoing sound of breathing between their nerves.
Physical and neural torment combined leads directly to sleep disorders.
Due to special imprisonment measures, even suicide is impossible for them.
At a certain stage, they also see some kind of realistic illusion, see the depths of the holes, see beyond the Abyss, see a world far beyond their understanding, far beyond the Corner.
one renowned monster after another chooses to submit, chooses to betray the Corner and become slaves.
Once they compromise, they can enjoy a good sleep.
If lucky, they might even encounter a comic store in this state, and if selected by a comic’s remaining pages, they can rid themselves of the slave status and become formal employees of the quarry.
Also due to this system,
the “forces” gathered here are continuously growing, and once reaching a certain scale, they can swallow the entire Middle Layer, affecting the entire Corner.
The selection mechanism of the Corner would be broken, and new monsters entering the Corner would not develop effectively, only to become infected and degraded into slaves.
at the bottom of the pit,
a balloon is gradually descending.
The balloon itself is also constantly inflating in the process, pop! An engorged, varicose foot steps onto the ground.
Uncle Joke, smeared all over with white paint, arrives here,
seemingly having gained weight due to better living conditions and improved rations, his belly seems much larger than before.
He steps noiselessly towards the deepest point, not glancing at the cells he passes by.
He reaches the deepest part,
a special cell that never changed its infected occupant.
Every day, a foreman is dispatched to inspect the situation, to prevent problems from arising.
Joke takes out a stolen key, unlocks the cell secretly, and sneaks inside. However, due to his large belly, he inadvertently makes a noise, waking the detainee inside.
The guy inside is already beyond treatment.
Deeply infected from head to toe, not a patch of healthy skin can be found.
Even the eyeballs, tongue, and even the surface of his hair are riddled with holes.
special paper shackles bind his limbs, and two strange severed hands clutch his throat.
The slop served before him remains untouched, or rather, he simply cannot eat it… he’s already skin and bones, his once-handsome face now quite disfigured.
Joke makes a “shh” gesture,
then takes out a delicious-smelling chicken leg from his pocket, seemingly intending to give the man a secret meal.
Just as he’s waving the chicken leg back and forth in front of the man,
The man’s eyelids, full of holes, suddenly open,
the “Wooden Figure Game” had already been triggered when Joke opened the door.
Due to the eye-opening instant with the chicken leg still swaying, the game ends!
Joke’s body explodes, scattering rubber skin everywhere.
The chicken leg falls in front, too.
But due to extreme weakness, the game effect severely diminishes, unable to harm Joke’s real essence, killing only a clone used to deliver the chicken leg.
Joke’s true form stands outside the cell, looking at him through a window, wanting to see him eat that chicken leg.
After all, he hasn’t eaten for over ten days, hasn’t slept, hasn’t had any rest.
As an instinct for survival as a creature, he would surely eat the elaborately crafted, desirably scented chicken leg, laced with mist essence.
Time passes bit by bit,
until Joke’s stomach growls, and until the next foreman comes to monitor, the emaciated prisoner still hasn’t made any move.
He shows no intention of eating, still maintaining a meditative state.
Joke suddenly realizes,
there are a few new lines on that chicken leg, he doesn’t know when they appeared,
From the beginning, he saw through Joke’s little trick, treating this meeting as a means of passing the time.