Deep in the Living

Chapter 616 Visitors
Roddy held the large bowl and drank all the soup, almost licking it clean with his tongue.

As for the carefully prepared chilled mung bean soup, he had two bowls along the way and planned to take one bowl back with him.

Gustave was completely satisfied with his meal, slumped in his seat, his tongue swirling in the air, as if recalling the wonderful memory of his first time eating tongue.

"Luckily, I didn't kill this kid!"
"You can actually make something this delicious! You're going to be living the good life from now on... I'm going to take a short nap, and once it gets dark, we'll head straight to the gym for your private tutoring."

"Ah."

Roddy had drunk quite a bit, so he got up and went to the restroom.

Pushing open the door to the private room, we arrived directly at the outer perimeter of the cafeteria. Hunter, dressed as a chef, was standing outside smoking. He seemed to have figured out what Roddy was about to do and pointed in the direction of the public restroom.

When Roddy returned, Hunter stubbed out his cigarette, threw it in the trash can, wiped the ash off his hands with a towel, and sprayed some mouthwash on his mouth.

“Roddy,” Hunter called out the name.

"Ok?"

"I believe you saw what I gave you during the meal, especially Jock's skin. You should be able to tell the key details from that texture, right?"

"Multi-layered rubber, with air cavities between the layers."

The structure of rubber is very strange, which must be due to its properties from outside the region.

As for the air chambers, they were filled with the fog he obtained from the videotape incident.

The combination of these two effects, along with his own magic tricks, makes him arguably the most difficult monster to kill among all fully-fledged monsters.

Henry nodded. "Yes, even now that I've reached a higher level, I'm not confident I can completely kill him."

I also attended the teachers' meeting last night. If you want to find the Joker in a month, you have to find a way to kill him.

Or, to put it another way, your individual lethality must reach or exceed my level.

"What do you mean?"

"If you have nothing to do, you can come to the cafeteria to find me and discuss issues related to lethality. In addition, you also need to be equipped with a sufficiently special and unique weapon."

The baseball bat in your hand isn't really suitable for hitting balloons, and the metal structure in your left arm, while sharp, is ultimately just a byproduct.

Roddy was taken aback for a moment, then nodded. "Okay."

Back in the private room,

Gusta immediately sensed the strange smell coming from Roddy. "Oh, what were you and that chef talking about outside? Let me have a taste... Hey, you little rascal! Wasn't it enough that Question Mark and I gave you a private lesson? You're even going after the chef."

"Senior, could you please say less?"

"I'm telling you! I've given you all the resources, so don't die, kid. You'd better take things slowly from here on out."

Tonight I'll give you some extra practice on "danger perception." Judging by how you're always relying on others for food, it's unlikely you'll be able to refine your tongue skills anytime soon.

"Thank you, senior."

Roddy had actually focused a large part of his attention on Hunter.

When it comes to "lethality," the other party certainly has the right to speak, and Roddy would love to learn from them.

As for the so-called lethal weapons, he now has two options: one is to go to the dungeon to earn points and directly exchange them for peripheral weapons from the movie "The Killer".

One option is to go to hell, visit the Chamber of Commerce, or directly find three internet cafe masters to make a private deal.

The first method can indeed get Roddy's favorite and most convenient merchandise, but it is still essentially a niche product and may be suppressed by the Joker's fog, making it difficult to achieve the best effect.

To unleash its maximum destructive power, the power of hell must be borrowed.

……

Inside the cold, dark bathroom.

Uncle Jock, with scissors stuck in his eyes, lay on the ground for three days and three nights. Only after the blood had completely dried and his body had begun to rot and stink did he slowly sit up.

He didn't rush to pull out the scissors.

Instead, he placed the soap on the ground and deliberately slipped on it.

This fall caused the scissors to penetrate deeper, but it did not worsen the injury.

This has been confirmed; the calamity has been confirmed to have vanished.

Jock pulled out the scissors, then took out a trachea and inserted it into the eye socket hole, blowing air frantically until the swollen skin covered the wound and quickly healed it.

Once everything was settled, he took another shower.

A carefully selected set of overalls was hanging outside the bathroom door, suggesting he was about to attend an important party.

When he left the room, he even put on a red engineering hat.

The door led not to a building corridor, nor to a town alley, but to a deep cave passage. Here, no fear permeated the air; it was a secluded area, untouched by dread, beyond the reach of any dreadful force.

Walking along the passage, we found ourselves in what turned out to be a large quarry.

Various extra-large spotlights were set up around the quarry to provide illumination.

Hundreds of "workers" are busy here.

However, most of them did not maintain their human form, but instead exhibited their monstrous nature. Some even deviated from their monstrous form, with irregular mutations appearing on their bodies.

Their work site was in the deep pit at the center of the quarry.

A circular pit over 100 meters wide has been excavated, and looking down into it is pitch black, like an abyss.

A series of elevators are installed around the deep pit.

They work in two shifts, and each time they change shifts, they take the elevator to the deepest part.

The replaced workers will be trapped in a period of "abyss influence," during which the comic book fragments within their bodies may completely go out of control.

The clown is an overseer.

If any worker is found to be out of control, the debris will be immediately wiped out and the remaining pages will be collected.

Today is a very important day; the depth of the pit has reached a certain standard.

Although it is far from reaching the "physical definition" of the abyss, it can still allow a certain being on the other side to barely squeeze through and deal with the forces that have just emerged in the corner.

The clown and several foremen all arrived at the edge of the pit.

They compared the time on their watches.

"coming soon."

suddenly,
The entire quarry became quiet.

The sounds of the excavator, the electric lights, and all the monsters' breathing disappeared, seemingly absorbed by the pit.

Immediately following was a scream from below.

The workers who had just finished their shift seemed to have encountered something, as the clown and others who were supervising them did not make any move, and even had smiles on their faces.

The screams quickly stopped.

Immediately following was a crawling sound.

It seems to have a very large contact area.
Each crawl produced a loud slapping sound.
It seems that some ineffable, distant being, a being from a higher plane, is slowly coming into this world.

Even Jock himself was a little uneasy and started inflating his body; he didn't want to die here.

Before that thing appears,

A buzzing sound filled my ears, and a ringing sensation swept through my brain.

The same goes for Jock.

He seemed to see a giant membrane structure, resembling a hand but not quite, covering the outside of the pit and extending into the quarry area.

Snapped!
A balloon in his brain was punctured, and the tinnitus disappeared.

Jock managed to contain this psychological influence.

There were no strange, enormous objects in front of him.

Instead, standing at the edge of the deep pit was a slender individual with webbed fingers and a pure black tail hanging down behind him.

Its face is covered with countless tiny pores, each one wriggling, breathing, and adapting to the air composition here.

quickly,

These tiny holes began to move and assemble themselves to form eyes, a nose, and a mouth.

This being seemed dissatisfied with its appearance and continued to adjust it.

Each change in appearance corresponds to a worker who died in the deep pit.

quickly,

He developed a rather plain and unremarkable appearance, but his body remained unchanged. He walked straight to Jock with his slapping feet.

"It's quite interesting that such a lowly world could produce a species like you... No wonder Professor Itō chose this place as a destination for his visit."

Tell me everything about this place, and about that so-called resistance organization.

(End of this chapter)