Deep in the Living

Chapter 632 Beneath the Deep Pit
The hellish journey lasted three days longer than the expected week.

Using the lighthouse of Oculus, I teleported back to the [Grinding Chamber].
From this world anchor point, Roddy only needs to close and open his eyes to return to the Fifth Hospital. However, before going back, he needs to confirm whether the class monitor is there.

After all, it's a few days late. If the class monitor was bored waiting here, he would most likely have already left.

Ding Ding Ding ~
Just then, the sound of hooks clashing came from the preaching room, as if calling Roddy over.

"When did Hawke return? Wasn't he supposed to stay with the Spine People to do research? Or did he leave a clone here to oversee the torture chamber...? Okay, I'll go ask the squad leader about it."

As soon as Roddy entered the preaching room, a large number of hooks descended from the sky, hooked onto his back, and quickly carried him to the altar in the preaching room.

Hawke, with his bald head, stood there.
Today he was wearing a very avant-garde studded leather jacket and holding a spiked leather whip in his hand.

"Roddy, right now your focus is entirely on your spine. You are a trinity, which requires balanced development. Pain is a very important physical foundation, and neglecting it will cause your foundation to become unstable."

Before you go back, let me help you consolidate your knowledge.

"Senior, I'm in a bit of a hurry~ I already wasted three extra days in the Chaos Nest."

Furthermore, regarding the issues of pain acceptance and metal modification, haven't we been continuously conducting research these past few days? I haven't fallen behind; I've just been undergoing specialized training.

To his surprise, Hawke didn't respond at all, and instead raised his hand and lashed him with his whip.

The sharp spikes pierced through the skin and flesh, and excruciating pain swept through the entire body.

Although Roddy did not undergo any painful training, he retained this characteristic. After being whipped, he only trembled slightly, and his expression was quite pleasant.

Another whip fell.

Roddy did not resist and lay on the altar silently enduring the lashing. The entire process lasted for half an hour.

When you feel the frequency of the whip being swung decrease slightly...
Roddy, whose skin was ripped and torn, suddenly sat up, grabbed Hawke, and pulled him onto the altar, pressing them together.

Lips touch, hot wine enters the throat.

Even the hooks on the ceiling couldn't bear to look at the scene and began to sway violently.

Hawke's bald head slowly grew a head of long, jet-black hair, and his body gradually became thinner, but his avant-garde leather jacket remained unchanged.

The kiss lasted until Roddy's whip marks were completely healed before they slowly separated.

The two of them slept on the altar, their eyes meeting.

"Congratulations, class monitor."

"I should congratulate you! It seems you've gained an extra spine on your back. You've certainly made a good haul. You were supposed to be getting weapons, but you brought people back with you."

At this time,

Rodina's exposed black spine trembled, as if he were shocked.

Megan had never seen anyone who could imitate Hawke so well, not only in appearance but also in the fact that the torture chamber itself had been deceived and manipulated by him.

"Meijin was born with the label of a weapon. She grew up in a factory from birth and could not take on a physical form. She could only appear in the form of a weapon."

With her, I should be able to cut down balloons.

"Class monitor, your ability to imitate is different from before. It seems David has been teaching you almost relentlessly."

"I didn't really teach him~ I just borrowed David's 'body' for a bit. As the grand manager of the theater for the bad plays, he has a unique way of selecting actors."

One of the most difficult methods, specifically designed to select an heir, was installed within his body. I spent seven whole days, without sleep or rest, barely managing to pass this test.

My previous imitations weren't perfect, but now I've filled in a large part of the gaps.

"You want to break through to the top like Hunter?"

"I have a slight feeling, but not enough to break through that barrier. No rush, at least I have a clear direction now."

When I return to the human world, I will dispel my avatar and my true form, which is in Whirlpool Town, will awaken.

I will then inform Mr. Guo and ask him to prepare to meet you at the corner entrance.

Or... since we're already three days late, why don't we rest a bit before we leave? You look quite tired.

It's almost evening now. How about we stay in a hotel in Hades City tonight?
Or,

"Hawk's not coming back anyway, so we can just stay on the altar."

"Let's go to the hotel and grab something to eat while we're there! We'll head back to Whirlpool Town first thing tomorrow morning."

"Okay~ Do you want to stay in a regular hotel or a less-than-regular one?"

"It's all right."

……

Corner, middle zone, unknown area.

Fog covered,

The bottom of the deep pit in the quarry,

A series of special prisons are located here.

Some valuable, chosen monsters are imprisoned here, gradually transforming under the influence of infection. Many monsters that were once well-known in the corners are now imprisoned below.
They will constantly feel intense itching from the infected area, as well as the sound of breathing that keeps echoing in their nerves.

The physical and mental torment directly led to sleep disorders.

Due to the special confinement measures, they were even unable to commit suicide.

At a certain stage, they will see a kind of real illusion, see the depths of that hole, see behind the abyss, see a world far beyond their comprehension, far beyond their corner of the world.

In this state,

One by one, the notorious monsters chose to submit, choosing to abandon their corners and become slaves.

Once they compromise, they can get a good night's sleep.

If you're lucky, you might even encounter a comic book store in this state. Once you're selected by a comic book fragment, you can escape your slave status and become a full-time employee of the quarry.

Also because of this system,
The "power" gathered here is growing stronger, and once it reaches a certain size, it will be able to swallow up the entire middle-level area and influence the whole corner.

The corner's filtering mechanism will be disrupted, and monsters newly entering the corner will not be able to develop effectively, but will only become infected and become slaves.

Right now,

Bottom of the deep pit

A balloon gradually descended.

The balloon itself continued to inflate during this process, and then, *pop!* A swollen, varicose foot stepped onto the ground.

Uncle Jock, covered in white paint, arrived here.
No clothes on,

It seems that because living conditions have improved and the food is better, his belly appears to be much larger than before.

He walked silently toward the deepest part of the prison, not even glancing at the cells he passed along the way.

Continue until you reach the deepest part,

A special cell where the infected person has never been replaced.

A foreman needs to be sent over every day to check on the situation in case of any problems.

Jock took out a key he'd stolen from somewhere, opened the cell without permission, and sneaked inside. But because his belly was so large, he accidentally made a sound, waking the prisoners inside.

The creature inside was already terminally ill.

The entire body was deeply infected, and not a single patch of healthy skin could be found.

Even the surface of the eyeballs, tongue, and even the hair strands is covered with holes.

Not only that,

There were also special paper shackles binding his limbs, and two strange severed hands choking his throat.

He didn't eat the swill placed in front of him, or rather, he was simply unable to eat... He was already emaciated, and his once handsome face had become somewhat unrecognizable.

Jock made a "shh" gesture.

He then pulled a fragrant chicken leg from his pocket, seemingly preparing to give the man a private treat.

Just as he was waving the chicken leg back and forth in front of this person,
suddenly!

The other person's eyelids, full of holes, suddenly opened.

The "Statues Game" had already started when Jock opened the door.

The game is over because the chicken leg was still wobbling the moment I opened my eyes!

Snapped!
Jock's body exploded, scattering rubber fragments all over the ground.

The chicken leg also fell in front of me.

However, due to its extreme weakness, the game's effectiveness was severely compromised, and it was unable to harm Jock's true nature; what was killed was merely a clone used to deliver chicken legs.

Jock's true form stood outside the cell, looking at him through the window, wanting to watch him eat the chicken leg.

After all, he hadn't eaten, slept, or rested for more than ten days.

As a creature's survival instinct, it will inevitably devour this meticulously prepared chicken leg, exuding an irresistible aroma, a chicken leg concealing the essence of mist.

but.

Time passes little by little,

From day to night,

Even as Jock's stomach began to rumble and the next foreman was about to come and supervise, the emaciated prisoner remained motionless.

He made no attempt to eat and remained seated.

Jock also suddenly discovered that
Several lines had appeared on the chicken leg, seemingly out of nowhere.
It is indeed [?].

He saw through Jock's little tricks from the beginning and treated the meeting as just a way to pass the time.

(End of this chapter)