Deep in the Living

Chapter 622 Infection Containment
In the human world, the city on the moon is an appendage of the capital.

After the lunar eclipse event that Roddy had caused, the entire structure of the Moon City was overturned and rebuilt.

Although it is still essentially used to house humans who can no longer stay in the capital, the overall humanistic care and ecological management of the lunar city are much better.

There is also a formal investigation bureau stationed there to ensure the safety of residents.

It appears safe on the surface.
In reality, the General Administration's attitude towards Lunar City has not changed much, allowing a certain degree of pseudo-human activity in this area.

Midnight,

Inside an old residential area in Lunar City awaiting demolition.

A group of fake people are holding some kind of ceremony in the guesthouse, which looks similar to the annual grandmother's arrival of the sorority.

The ceremony is complete.

The body container placed in the center suddenly opened its eyes.
And in less than a few seconds, it grows to a height of three meters and has an extremely robust body.

An oversized leather jacket covered his entire body, and a tall hat was also worn on his head.

The moment the incarnation descended,

He neither examined his body nor looked at the fake people who had summoned him, but instead began scratching his arms.

They even needed to roll up their sleeves and scratch themselves constantly.

The itching was only relieved after some blood and skin fell off, and a dense network of small pores could be clearly seen on the surface of the arm.

He was known as "Tyrant Lake" inside the corner, and was one of the slave owners of the Sin City.

This time, they descended to the human world with a different mission, one that has nothing to do with slavery.

But when he finished scratching and re-examined the fake people around him, preparing to begin his plan, he suddenly froze.

The dozen or so fake people who were just dancing and circling around had all disappeared, and the guesthouse was unusually deserted.

"What's going on? Where did these guys go? Did they notice something was wrong with me and run away beforehand? Impossible... They're fake humans I've been keeping, they don't have that kind of guts."

It doesn't matter; going to crowded streets is the same.

Lake scratched his arm as he walked toward the exit.

For some reason, even though the exit seemed right in front of him, he couldn't bring himself to go there. When he noticed this unusual situation and became slightly wary, he suddenly found himself in front of the main gate.

But when the guesthouse door was pushed open, an unfamiliar street appeared outside.

It is already late at night.

Only the Deep Blue Internet Cafe across the street is still open.

In Lake's memory, the streets outside the guesthouse didn't look like this, nor did they have internet cafes like this.

Just as he began to have doubts, ~crunch crunch.

It felt as if tentacles brushed past his ear, and he immediately dispelled his doubts and put the mission first.

Internet cafes are excellent places for people to gather and for spreading information.

He walked over decisively. The internet cafe was on the second floor, and he still needed to walk up a flight of stairs.

For some reason, the internet cafe, which should have been cooler with the air conditioning on, was constantly radiating heat from inside.

When he arrived on the second floor and pushed open the door with the words "Deep Blue" printed on it.

The internet cafe in front of us was completely empty.
Strangely, all the monitors were lit up, and some ashtrays even had lit cigarettes on them, as if everyone who was surfing the internet here had vanished.

"Where are the people...? What is this thing?"

Lake quickly discovered some unusual details: some monitors had barbed wires on the back instead of cables.

Furthermore, the fan hanging on the ceiling was partially damaged, with exposed iron hooks.

The deeper he went into the internet cafe, the more he felt something was wrong.

Just as he was about to escape, he discovered that the door behind him had disappeared. Immediately afterward, the ceiling cracked open, or rather, it was torn apart from above by some force.

Internet cafes have disappeared.

Hell appears.

A barrage of irresistible iron chains came crashing down, piercing through Lake's body, and he couldn't break free even when he used all his strength.

but,

When these chains touched the itchy spot on his arm, tiny holes appeared on the surface of the chains and spread upwards at a rapid pace.

Ding!
The infected iron chain snapped quickly and fell into the hellish lava below, where it melted completely.

At the same time, new chains grew out, filling the spaces where the original chains had been. In this way, the slave owner Lake's body was bound, hanging in the air in a spread-eagle position.

He was currently in the middle of a hellish pit, with three scorching thrones hundreds of meters high standing before him, and on the thrones were three lords he could not reach.

Firstly, a huge belly hangs outside the throne, and the face is shaped like a theatrical curtain.

Secondly, it is made of eyeballs, with a large, burning eye floating at the top.

The final being on the throne was manipulating endless chains with his hands; his entire body was covered in hooks, and a black robe hung down.

Mania, hatred, anger, contempt
A hellish sound, brimming with the above emotions, resounded:
"What kind of lowly ant are you? How dare you spread garbage here! You deserve to die! You will suffer here."

However, we will not kill you.

We'll spare your life, but go back and tell your master that if you dare come here again, hell will descend upon you! Your entire race, and indeed the whole world, will be thrown into the furnace.

The torture begins.
An indescribable pain spread through Lake's avatar, and even his original body received almost the same painful feedback.

However, during the time he was being tortured, he seemed to be experiencing auditory hallucinations, as if he heard the sound of typing on a keyboard.

Outside Deep Blue Internet Cafe
Under the streetlights across the street, a mysterious figure silently observed everything. After confirming what had happened inside the internet cafe, he left with satisfaction.

……

On a high-speed train bound for Hades City.

Inside the private room where a small hot pot was being cooked,
With his gray hair and metal jaw, Roddy put the steaming meat into his mouth, but stopped after eating only two pieces.

I don't know if it's because Hunter's gourmet food has spoiled my palate, but this hot pot didn't satisfy me at all.

and,

Roddy's first mission in the human world failed.

When he submitted his application to the World Bureau to see Mr. Kraft, it was rejected immediately. The reason was simple: Mr. Kraft had been released from containment and had long since disappeared.

Roddy also rushed to Hades City as soon as possible, hoping to get some information from the three of them.

I went straight to Deep Blue Internet Cafe as soon as I got off the bus.

As Roddy walked down the stairs, his tongue felt a faint sensation.

He glanced at the slightly peeling metal handrail in the stairwell; its surface seemed to have some fine holes. This structure immediately alerted Roddy, and he quickly moved away.

However, upon closer inspection, these holes did not appear to be alive, breathing, or making any sounds, as the intelligence report had described.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be just a normal porous structure, as if it had been corroded by something.

Just then, the internet cafe door behind him was pushed open, and a heavy hand landed on Luo Di's body.

"Roddy, you've come at just the right time. Has your area been invaded?"

"Senior Hawke, how did you know...?"

Roddy stopped mid-question as he saw the iron coffin torture device chained to his back.

The torture device was not only bound by iron chains, but also wrapped with theater curtains, and one could even hear the movement of eyeballs inside, constantly monitoring the person inside.
"This is?"

"A monster has been created, and there are abnormal structures on its body that can spread through contact. It has been temporarily suppressed by us, and we plan to take it back to the Fifth Hospital for further study."

What's a bit strange is that this guy just happened to appear in an internet cafe and just happened to run into us. If we let him be exposed directly in a human city, the abnormal structures on his body will spread very quickly.

We checked major news websites online and found that everything is normal on the human side; there is no infection crisis.

Roddy nodded. "No, I haven't received any information on my way here. But there is definitely a problem in that corner... It's a bit strange that the first monster avatar that tried to spread the anomaly among humans happened to find you?"
Could it be that Mr. Kraft arranged this?

"That's most likely the case. It seems he's testing our strength and Hell's attitude, right?"
However, this anomalous structure that can spread so rapidly is indeed dangerous; even my chains are affected. We probably won't be able to play games for a while; we need to seriously investigate this thing.

We even suspect that this "abnormal symptom," which can infect all matter and cause its surface to grow porous structures, does not belong to this cosmic plane.

At least the real hell has never seen this thing when it invaded multiple worlds.

Logically speaking, something so contagious should have already spread throughout the universe, affecting multiple worlds.

If it comes from 'outside', hell itself may be dangerous.

"Roddy, did you suddenly come here to explain this to us?"

"I suppose so. I have some information here about a very powerful monster in the corner, and its specific experiences after encountering an extraterrestrial being."

However, my main purpose in coming here this time is to return to the real hell.

The sword I bought from the merchant guild broke. I need to get a better one, one more suitable for slaying these extraterrestrial lifeforms.

With this remark,
Hawke also noticed that Roddy had changed; the two systems within him seemed to have merged perfectly, and a completely new hellish species had been born.

(End of this chapter)