Deep in the Living

Chapter 646 Team
[The City of Sin, The House of the Night Mother]

The blonde-haired Libert was brought to this place by a "random portal," which is only open at dawn and was created by a monster who calls herself the Night Mother.

Li Beite went directly to a large bed, his hands and feet bound by special shackles. The bed itself was a sealing tool that could disrupt the release of fear from the pituitary gland.

Once handcuffed, one must receive the service before being allowed to leave.

The sounds from the bathroom stopped.
The door opened.

A man wearing a pig's head mask, almost filling the doorway, walked out. Upon seeing Liberty's beautiful face, he couldn't stop drooling.

It was clearly visible that there were many holes on his chin, and saliva was constantly seeping out of the holes.

Various tools were placed on both sides of the bed, including ordinary ones as well as items such as dinner knives and plates.

Obviously,

He planned to eat after he finished playing, which was the ultimate service at the Night Mother's House.

The pig-headed monster untied its bath towel, climbed onto the large bed, and was about to reach out to pull down the other's crotch when it sniffed! Its pig nose twitched, as if it had detected a strange smell.

Turning his head to look behind him,

A full-length mirror was placed opposite the bed, seemingly reflecting something, and a pale, human-like arm was draped over his shoulder.

snort!
After a pig squeal, the eerie scene disappeared.

The pig-headed monster has been hearing auditory hallucinations coming from the hole lately, and he subconsciously treats what just happened as a hallucination.

Just as he turned around to continue enjoying his meal,
There was no one on the large bed. The shackles seemed to have been severed by something without making a sound.

The sickly blond youth was already standing by the bedside, stretching his limbs.

Seeing that the high-end item he ordered had gotten out of bed on its own, Pighead was about to shout loudly to vent his dissatisfaction when he found that he couldn't make a sound at all, and there was a burning pain in his throat.

Looking down,
The blond youth was holding the entire tongue and vocal cord structure in his hand.

He frantically tried to pounce, and his body began to grow exponentially.

Snapped!
The young man did a small jump and hung in mid-air.

The palm had already landed on his head, pressing down hard!
Like a mountain pressing down, his pig skeleton instantly disintegrated, crushed into a stinking mass of flesh, and he died on the spot.

Li Beite examined the porous structure between the rotting flesh, then looked at his own hands that he had been touching, confirming that the combat suit could effectively isolate infection.

However, he still didn't show much facial expression; rather, he seemed dissatisfied.

"It's so rare to be able to work with Luo Di and see how he's changed lately, and now we're being separated like this. It's really pointless... These trash from outside the realm are even more incompetent, all they know is to resort to such despicable means."

boom!
He kicked open the room door, and the impact sent the opposite door flying open as well.

The scene inside was extremely disturbing, but both parties were thoroughly enjoying it, not even noticing when the door was kicked open.

Next second,
Both were ground into minced meat without contact.

Libert simply stood at the doorway, his right arm already transformed into pure white, enveloped in radiance. Without even glancing at it, he strode away with frail steps.

……

The stench was overwhelming, as if the entire space was covered in oil stains and blood.

[Specialized Meat Processing Station]

Anything that dies in the City of Sin, that is worthless and related to flesh, will be recycled here, processed, and given its final value.

Hooks used for transporting different types of meat
An extra body appeared out of nowhere, a rare, complete body.

Bald Domo was teleported here, his shoulder blades securely attached to the hook.

Before him stood a butcher with an exaggerated physique and jet-black skin, whose palms revealed numerous breathing holes.

The butchers here don't use knives.

They can disassemble the body using only their hands, making it more efficient, and they can occasionally steal some food.

A hand riddled with holes reached out, about to touch, but suddenly stopped... It wasn't just a simple stop; the butcher's mind had died of old age.

Domo withdrew the hook from its back, landed on the ground, and quickly released a special kind of crystalline particle to search for the exit.

suddenly,

A wave of intense pressure swept over them.
A gigantic object, as large as a meat bomb, fell from the sky.

The ground was smashed into a crater several meters deep, and the surrounding machinery was severely damaged.

The factory manager arrived.

Domo's dream quickly faded, but the next second... a stream of foul-smelling viscous liquid flowed from the factory manager's mouth, revealing that his entire oral cavity was full of tiny holes.

Dreams are invalid.

follow closely,

The factory manager's abdomen split open, and an arm made of countless pieces of rotten flesh reached out to grab him.

Domo neither panicked nor dodged.
He closed his eyes and had a dream.

In a mere second of real time, the dream lasts for fifty years.

He dreamed that he was born into a family of blacksmiths, that he started forging iron with his father when he was three years old, and that he forged his first sword when he was seven.

For fifty years, he never left the blacksmith's shop, until he forged the sword he was most satisfied with. The dream ended.

But the sword was in his hand.

Although he was not good at close combat, his arms had become strong and powerful due to fifty years of blacksmithing.

hum!
The sound of swords clashing rang out.

All the bloody hands that attacked were cut down.

Domo was already close to the factory manager when he pierced through his body with a single sword strike, even severing his head... But what he saw was an unsettling scene.

The pituitary gland in the brain shifted its position, thus avoiding the attack.

Not only that.

The surface of the pituitary gland is covered with pores. When threatened, these pores actually began to move and merge together to form eyes, nose and mouth.

The pituitary gland becomes like a human face.
It let out a real wail.

The factory manager's severed body began to tremble violently, and an alienation that did not belong to this corner began to occur.

……

[Headquarters of the Real Death Game, Game Development Zone]

A nearly 100-meter-long metal container is placed here, with a unique question mark on its surface, and is filled with a green solution.

This container was designed and manufactured by Mr. Question Mark himself, with only one purpose.

That was the monster he used to suppress the entire company, the only one who could possibly pose a threat to him, and also the one he trusted most – [Jia Wen].

If Jia Wenruo were to attempt a rebellion someday, this thing could contain him.

A minute ago, Jia Wen was teleported here as he passed through the city wall, and coincidentally, he ended up inside the container.

Moreover, the device had already been activated, as if it knew in advance that he would arrive.

The lab director, who was in charge of everything here, was smiling as he looked at Jia Wen, who was completely confined in the container room, and kept scratching the hole structure on the top of his head with his fingers.

You can vaguely see roots, resembling those of a brain, emerging from between these holes.

He had been waiting for this moment for far too long.
The question mark disappeared, and Jia Wen was restricted.

From this day forward, he will be the CEO of Real Death Game.
He has countless extremely vicious games about to be launched.

He has confirmed multiple times that the equipment is functioning normally and that the virus in Jia Wen's body is under control.

He then ordered the laboratory to be sealed off.

Next, he needed to check on the other intruder.

"The [Game Cleanup Department] should have finished handling it by now, right?"
It's just one villain. If I quickly get rid of these ungrateful intruders, my game company can continue to operate and will surely achieve far greater success than Question Mark.

That arrogant question mark, idle and lazy all day long, even if he's reached the limits of monster talent, is utterly unfit to lead such a valuable company.

Just as he made his rude remarks,

Gulu!

A string of bubbles rose from between the containers behind him.

Jia Wen, who had stopped moving along with the virus, actually moved slightly and even seemed to perform breathing movements that are impossible for a zombie.

At the same time,

The company suddenly sounded a red alert, indicating an internal emergency.

The head of the experimental department subconsciously looked back at the container, and after confirming that Jia Wen had not made any unnecessary movements, he breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the alarm did go off, indicating that something was happening elsewhere in the company.

"Could there be other intruders? That shouldn't be the case. The city walls are designed so that not even a rat could get in. Any outsiders who try to break in would be teleported to a fixed location and eliminated."

Could it be a problem with the cleanup department? What is Chris, the security captain, doing? Can't he even handle one of the Eight Evils?

The director decisively led a group of subordinates to the area where the alarm had sounded, which was also the floor where the game cleanup department was located.

Ding Dong!

At the elevator entrance,

The scene before him made his body tremble.

"Corpses strewn everywhere" is not enough to describe the situation here; it was as if a grand feast had taken place.

All the corpses showed signs of being gnawed on, but strangely, the flesh was not eaten; instead, it was chewed and spat into the garbage area.

Several trash cans were overflowing with chewed meat.

Tatata!
Just then, a series of crisp footsteps came from one of the rooms.
Hunter, sporting a slicked-back hairstyle and a sharp suit, emerged in his newly bought leather shoes, wiping the grime from his mouth and hands with disinfectant wipes.

Twist one corner of the tissue with your index finger and thumb and put it in the trash can.

Subsequently,

He walked toward the director at the elevator with the look of someone scrutinizing ingredients, straightening his tie and cuffs.

(End of this chapter)