Deep in the Living

Chapter 582 The Collector

Based on Roddy's observations along the way, especially the structure at the bottom of the cave, the seal's construction definitely did not originate from any monster.

"Given the vast area of ​​the outer dense forest, it's unlikely that anyone would spend so much money to buy such a large corner plot of land just to suppress their tongue."

Not to mention that it can create such a pure monster seal that can completely prevent monsters from touching it, but cannot stop non-monsters from causing destruction.

The internal structure is the same.
These chains are all formed from the purest form of physical fear, a primal fear unprocessed by the pituitary gland, something that belongs to the corner.

The hand-shaped restraints also bear some resemblance to the [qualification] I received.

A relatively certain deduction can be made: it wasn't the monster that sealed the tongue, but the corner itself... What exactly did he do that the corner would seal him away?
it's wired!
The will of the corner should have very weak subjectivity, or even none at all. Unlike the will of hell, it won't input information on every major demon, provide guidance, or even lead the entire hellish world to carry out an extraterritorial invasion.

The will of the corner seems to be nonexistent, or rather, it merely mechanically provides some information.

Moreover, even someone like the Joker, who has abandoned his corner of the world, wasn't sealed up or imprisoned, and he was able to ambush me on the road.

Why is the tongue imprisoned?
Is his very presence a nuisance to the corner, hence his confinement? What would happen if I released him?

Roddy glanced at the vortex corresponding to the lines on his palm, and recalling the scent of the tongue that had clung to his body after he rescued her, he still resolutely walked up to her.

"Thank you for saving me, senior!"

"Of course I want to save you, and I must save you... I went to great lengths to bring my incarnation to the human world, and I influenced a total of 1087 seemingly decent humans, of whom only 121 showed a friendly tongue."

Of these, 56 died on their way to adulthood.
Most of the remaining humans are still active in the Bureau of Investigation.

Moreover, you are the only one who has achieved Hell Connection and grown rapidly, the first human to arrive at the corner, and the one with the best and most outstanding talent.

Although you should have waited until your plants were fully mature before coming over, since you've run into trouble around here, it's fine to come early. The level you've demonstrated is already at a mature level.

You should know what to do next.

Roddy didn't immediately use his Hellish powers, nor did he sever the chains. Instead, he approached the other party respectfully, "Senior, how should I address you? Should I call you Mr. Tongue, or..."

"Gustav".

Roddy was somewhat surprised that the other party had given his name directly. After all, most of the monsters he had encountered, who occupied high positions in the corners, required the use of pseudonyms.

"Can I talk to you first before I lift the seal?"

"Okay... I also have something I want to ask you. But before we talk, there's one condition: help me cut off the three iron chains on the tip of my tongue."

"it is good."

Without hesitation, Roddy created a blade structure on his left arm specifically for cutting through iron, and looked at the tongue protruding from the other's mouth.

The length currently visible outside the mouth is more than three times the normal limit for tongue length.
The tongue can be roughly divided into three parts: the tip, the body, and the root.
The tip of the tongue was firmly fixed in place by three iron chains in a triangular structure.

The tongue is secured by eight iron chains.
The base of the tongue is restrained by the thickest iron chain, which runs through the chin.

Ding Ding Ding!
Sparks flew,

The iron chain broke.

The fear of losing the entire physical entity directly dissipates into an invisible aura.

Because the pressure from the tip of the tongue is removed,
Gustav's eyes lit up slightly, and he began to try to move his tongue, which, despite its small size, was surprisingly flexible.

reoreoreoreo~
Watching the movement of the tongue tip, Roddy's own tongue actually followed suit, actively emerging from his mouth and beginning to wriggle rapidly, as if it were being pulled by something.

"Ah~ (trembling voice), that feels so good, I really feel like I'm back! Let me ask you two questions first, then you can ask me yours."

"Senior, please ask."

"Tell me the cause, process, and outcome of your being hunted by the traitors. Also, your left arm seems to have come into contact with things from beyond the realm, but it wasn't affected. Explain how that happened and how you came into contact with it."

"Row……"

Roddy simply started by recounting the events in Vortex Town, including the alienated dungeon, the comic book owner, the process of using the Hell Torture Chamber to obtain metallic properties, and how this behavior might have offended extraterrestrial forces.

During the listening process, Gustav listened very attentively and did not interrupt at all, or perhaps he was also listening to the movements of Roddy's tongue to determine if he was lying.

When discussing incidents related to intrusion...

Roddy suddenly sensed a dangerous aura.
He looked at the sealed Gust.

They noticed that the tongue tattoo on the other person's face showed signs of wriggling, and the person's expression was unusually solemn, with some kind of hatred overflowing from them.

"What are you looking at? Keep telling the story!"

"Oh!"

As Roddy finished recounting the entire process,
Gustav offered only a brief comment: "Well done!"

"what?"

"We need to feed these scum from beyond the realm some history! You did a great job using the power of Hell to completely turn the contents of the fragments into your own."

"If you can't handle this, don't play. You actually sent people to sabotage you. You're the worst of the worst." Luo Di was slightly taken aback. He didn't expect that the source of the tongue in front of him would be more excited than him, the victim, when he heard the news from outside the realm.

Although the tongue is very good at lying, these words didn't sound too fake, and Roddy could intuitively feel the strong emotional fluctuations in the other person's words.

"Senior, were you targeted by something from beyond the realm before?"

"Do we have to be targeted before we hate them? This corner is our territory, our domain. These things not only invade, but also secretly infiltrate and influence us. They deserve to die!"

"Ah... weren't you sealed here in the corner? Logically speaking, shouldn't you hate the corner?"

"You deduced that yourself?"

"Yes."

"Indeed, such a scenario can only lead to this kind of speculation. I was indeed sealed in a corner, or more precisely, suppressed here."

However, it wasn't because I made a mistake, nor because I offended the corner.

"But I asked the corner to do it."

"You asked for it voluntarily? Why... And since you asked for it voluntarily, can't you ask me to let you out of the corner now?"

Roddy couldn't understand it at all, and it didn't make any logical sense.

Gustav, however, made no attempt to hide anything.

He seemed to really want to talk.
It seemed like no one had come to talk to him for a long time.
It seemed his tongue had always longed to communicate, and he began to recount events from the past:

"I have a strange habit, an innate one! When I was only six years old, I started collecting the tongues of all kinds of small animals around me."

Later, my family found out, and my father told me stories about demons in hell. He told me that if I continued to do this, I would go to hell and have my tongue pulled out by the demons there. He even showed me related movies.

As a child, I was terrified, but my desires remained uncontrollable and grew ever stronger.

I began to collect them carefully and discreetly, without being discovered by anyone.

I even took the opportunity to sneak into the hospital and start collecting dead people's tongues. I also started writing down in my notebook some people whose tongues I thought had nice shapes and who liked to lie.

Gradually, the influence of the corner spread, and I became the tongue-pulling demon I had once feared most.

My desires were constantly amplified.
Whether it's a living person or a fake person, I will collect any tongue that catches my eye.

Once in the corner, I became even more unrestrained. Unlike you, I'm not focused on growth and revenge; I'm simply indulging in pleasure, enjoying the thrill of collecting tongues.

Of course, my personal taste has also improved in the process.

I purchased a property specifically to create a collection room, filled with all sorts of tongues, which I meticulously categorized. As my tastes improved, I began to collect the unique tongues of the powerful, which offended quite a few people in the process.

until one day,
I encountered a strange monster that I wanted to collect, but I found that I couldn't collect it no matter what I did!

I used every means at my disposal, employed all my abilities, and considered everything thoroughly.

To no avail.

The monster was also strange; it didn't get angry, but simply left right in front of me.

After this incident, I suddenly realized that I had lost the "fun" in collecting tongues. I no longer had the same enthusiasm as before, and I didn't even feel anything when collecting tongues.

Without goals, without motivation, I lived like a walking corpse.

In order to rediscover the joy, I asked the corner to confine me here.

Perhaps it was because of my devout prayer, or perhaps it was because I held the "qualification" in my hands, but the corner responded to my request.

It really works.

For decades, I was unable to satisfy my collecting obsession and return to my collection room.

Desire continued to accumulate within me.

I gradually developed a strong desire to "collect".

And I also know that the whole corner has changed during this time, with more interesting tongues, and once I leave, it will be a brand new collecting journey.

During my seclusion, I focused on my personal growth, and I'm sure I'll be able to collect that monster the next time I encounter it.

That corner is my backyard vegetable garden.

And these foreign bastards! How dare they destroy the paradise I deliberately preserved while I was in seclusion! They deserve to die, they really deserve to die!!!
I have to get out of here early, kill these bastards before they die, restore the vegetable garden to normal, and allow me to harvest normally.

Unfortunately, when I tried to contact Corner again, it was already dead... I don't know what killed it.

I can only remain trapped here, and try my best to spread the influence outwards, to find a special human like you to help me escape.

(End of this chapter)