Deep in the Living

Chapter 744 Hard-won Sleep

Looking at the head that suddenly appeared, resembling Wu Wen's, with its many eyeballs.

Luo Di was just about to make a move.

Gulu gulu~
Roddy suddenly felt unable to breathe, and even vomited water out of thin air. It was a suffocating feeling of being submerged in water, a feeling that didn't come from the foreign object in front of him, but from the outside world.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
He suddenly woke up after choking on water.

He was standing in front of the sink, his head being pressed against the water. As he regained consciousness, the hand holding him down released its grip.

Roddy, who had just lifted his head from the sink, didn't rush to see who had held him underwater, nor did he rush to breathe.

Instead, he immediately focused his attention, looked at his right eye, at the corner of his eye... and there he saw it again, where the second pupil was hidden.

He was faster this time, gouging out the eyeball, but he was still too slow; there was nothing on it.

The sight left everyone behind them speechless.

The visitor was Wu Wen; it was already 7:30 PM. She had eaten at the cafeteria and then came over to tutor Luo Di on the lessons he had missed, but unexpectedly, she encountered an unusual situation.

"Luo Di, what's wrong with you...?"

"Squad leader, did you see what was hidden in my eye just now?"

"No, not at all. And I've already given you a full body check-up, and there were no abnormalities... but you do seem a bit off."

When I came looking for you, I kept knocking on the door but you didn't open it, so I had to come in by myself.

I noticed something was wrong with your sleeping state. I tried various stimuli but couldn't wake you up, so I had to carry you to the pool.

Could you please describe what exactly happened to me in detail? Perhaps…

The words have not yet fallen.

Blood splattered!

Wu Wen's head slid off her neck, and she stared at the young man in disbelief.

however,
The head, which looked innocent just a second ago, changed completely the moment it hit the ground.

It turned into a bloody, mangled, grinning face, its mouth stuffed with eyeballs, and the blood flowing out had turned black.

"How...did you find out?"

Roddy didn't respond. Instead, he stepped onto the window and jumped! He positioned his head directly below the window to ensure his head would explode upon impact.

The weightlessness effect directly rendered the dream ineffective...

Boom!
Roddy woke up with a start, his head dented from hitting the metal railing of the bed.

This time it wasn't night. He checked the time and realized he'd only slept for an hour; he could still make it to lunch.

However, this short rest did not allow Roddy to relax; he remained exhausted, and his nerves even became more tense.

Most importantly, he was still unsure whether he had returned to reality.

"Previously, it was nothing more than occasional noises in my brain that would unconsciously lead me to the dungeon. As long as I could be stopped during the action, there was no problem and it didn't have much impact on my daily life."

Now it's all good~ Whether you're walking in dark areas or sleeping, it will have a significant impact.

This is an attempt to break my spirit and force me to go to the dungeon.

Forget it, I'll go to the cafeteria for a meal first and then talk to Hunter. No matter how serious the impact is, they can't possibly fabricate someone like Hunter based on me.

Once we're certain this is reality, perhaps we can figure out a solution.

Luo Di leaped out of bed and pushed open the dormitory door, ready to rush out, but was forced back by the dark corridor outside.

It's not that I'm afraid of the dark, but rather that I need to avoid it as much as possible.

Roddy then jumped out of the window, plummeting to the ground.

After looking around and confirming that there was nothing suspicious, he rushed to the cafeteria as fast as he could.

Just as I was about to enter,

Suddenly, he was stopped by Hunter, who was wearing an apron.

"and many more……"

Hunter leaned slightly closer to Roddy's face and gently fanned him with his palm, allowing Roddy's scent to gather and enter his taste buds.

Without asking any further questions, I went straight back to the cafeteria to start cooking.

Unlike the dishes that usually lean towards the tastes of the Romani people, today's dishes are stir-fried shrimp with celery, fish head soup with gastrodia elata, and steamed egg with lily bulbs.

These dishes can have a calming and brain-boosting effect.

Luo Di's body had an amazing ability to absorb nutrients, and his complexion had improved considerably, but his mental fatigue was even greater. He was already feeling drowsy, and after this calming diet, he simply couldn't stay awake any longer.

Snapped!
He simply slumped onto the table and fell asleep. Hunter just watched quietly from the side; he was unaware of what had happened to Roddy, only assuming that he had been severely sleep-deprived for the past few days.

He had planned to let Roddy sleep here, even until tomorrow morning.

Just as Hunter was about to turn and leave, he suddenly tasted something, an unpleasant flavor.

This canteen has long been integrated into his domain; it is his slaughterhouse and his personal kitchen, where any intrusion of foreign objects will be precisely detected.

Turning around suddenly,
Looking at Roddy, who was sleeping "soundly,"

Hunter clearly sensed something was there, but when he looked over, there was nothing there.

He moved closer to Roddy.
Luo Di, who should have been resting and sleeping, was sweating profusely and had a high heart rate. He didn't seem to be resting at all, but rather suffering from some kind of severe mental distress.

Hunter reached out and pried open Roddy's eyelids, discovering that the eyeballs inside were shaking rapidly, vaguely creating afterimages, as if there were two pupils.

"No... Something, something only Roddy can sense, is affecting him. It's not inside his body, nor at school."

It exists because of his consciousness, which is why my conventional methods cannot detect it.

Since there is a connection and an influence, it should be possible to find it.

This is my cafeteria; any uninvited guests must clean it up.

Hunter wasn't in a hurry. Instead, he waited until all the other diners had left before leisurely hanging up the "Closed for Business" sign.

At this moment, Roddy's breathing became noticeably rapid, and a lot of his hair fell out on its own.

Hunter pulled up a chair and sat behind Roddy.
He first wiped his hands with a wet wipe, and then took out a white napkin from his breast pocket and tied it around his neck, as if he was about to have a meal.

Finally, take out a bell and ring it gently.

"Living Feast"

In an instant, endless skulls surged from the ground, encroaching on the current space and expanding infinitely.

These skulls also formed a dining table in front of Hunter, covered with a white cloth.

There is only one dish listed above.

The sleeping Roddy lay flat on top, spread out in a starfish shape.

Hunter, knife and fork in hand, is about to begin the long-awaited feast.

Today's banquet is a bit special; this flawless Roddy body is not the main dish, but rather the "shell."

It resembles the shell of a crab, the shell of an egg, and the shell of a snail.

Hunter wants to eat the substance inside.
It is a kind of "flesh" that is deeply hidden and has a conscious connection with the outer shell.

At this moment, the diner's sense of smell is brought to its fullest potential. Under the influence of this domain, no food can escape the diner's mouth.

At this moment, Hunter also resembled a surgeon.

He could smell the meat inside Roddy's skull.

The knife smoothly cut along the outer ring of the skull, perfectly opening the cranium and exposing the fresh and vibrant brain.

Instead of continuing to cut, the knife was gently tapped on the surface of the brain with the back of the blade, creating a slight vibration, as if Hunter was sensing something.

suddenly,
His eyes widened suddenly as he watched the knife flash across the table at an almost imperceptible speed, the movement delicate and fluid.

It doesn't involve cutting the brain open, but rather cutting a small slit along a certain sulcus of the brain.

And in the instant the gap appeared,

The fork suddenly plunged in, clearly hitting something, and then was pulled out abruptly!
Black liquid seeped from the crevices, and a strange eyeball appeared on the fork.

Even if it smells foul, even if it's unknown, even if it can't be defined, even if the eyeball itself doesn't seem to be a physical entity.

Hunter, however, was not a picky eater at all.
Place the eyeball into your mouth with slow and steady movements, chew it carefully, savor it, and swallow it perfectly.

I vaguely heard some kind of scream.

Hunter also showed a satisfied expression.

Domain recycling.

Hunter wiped the black substance from the corner of his mouth with a napkin around his neck and said softly, "This isn't something you'd find in the middle level. It seems to be related to the dungeon... Roddy, you've done something very dangerous."

At this moment, Roddy, who was lying on the dining table, stopped sweating, his heart rate returned to normal, and saliva began to drip from the corners of his mouth. He was finally able to get a good night's sleep.

However, his right eyelid seemed to be twitching slightly.

Hunter did not linger and turned to leave.

Just as he left the private room, Roddy's right eye, which was open while he was asleep, stared intently in the direction Hunter had left with a peculiar pupil.

(End of this chapter)