Deep in the Living

Chapter 752 Biodeconstruction
When the black pupils actively attract the other person's attention,

Roddy moved from the guardhouse to the side door of the dungeon with a completely silent and rapid pace, the mist helping to conceal his presence the entire way.

The entire process is completely silent, with minimal disturbance to the environment, and the mist carries away any lingering odors wherever it passes.

It was during this period that I learned the techniques from Wu Wen. No matter what kind of place the dungeon is, as long as I can do a good job of disguise and stealth, it will definitely be effective.

[Side entrance]

This hidden entrance can only be seen with special vision; otherwise, it appears to the naked eye as just a rough stone wall.

When Roddy stepped into it

What immediately came into view was that familiar darkness, the kind that could devour all light, unique to the dungeon, and also the eye's favorite color.

Similar to baring teeth, the noise of rubbing strings followed one after another.

Luo Di did not light the torch immediately; it seemed that he had developed a certain degree of dark adaptation after being probed by Master Jiang's memories.

After dashing a distance in the darkness, they lit torches to prevent the light and smell from seeping out through the side door and being detected by things outside.

The smell of burning oil mingled with the light, filling the air.
Noise cancellation.

He then realized that he was in a narrow stairwell, with rough stone walls on both sides that were impenetrable.

The right eye twitched, and a voice came from the depths of darkness:

"Hmm? You're clearly weak, but your adaptability is higher than that old thing's, which is somewhat beyond my expectations."

Simple lives like yours, raised in a greenhouse, could never adapt to an extreme environment like [Prison], not even the simplest dungeon used to recruit jailers.

I never expected that after seeing 'that guy's' face, you could still continue to move forward in the darkness for five seconds, still maintaining your rationality and preventing the "biodestruction" from spreading.

I'm increasingly looking forward to our meeting.

Seeing that there was no immediate danger, Roddy tried to strike up a casual conversation with the other party, or rather, intentionally engaged in such a conversation:
What does "biological deconstruction" mean?

"How can you ask such a low-level question after I just praised you?"

Since you escaped perfectly and weren't captured by that thing, I'll reluctantly give you an explanation.

In a lower world like yours, all life forms are fitted with templates before birth, especially the "humanoid" template, which is widely used throughout the universe.

Even if there are a very few special beings that can abandon the basic form, the concepts of basic units such as hands, feet, and internal organs still exist.

An individual's system construction, soul essence, and all behavioral habits are built on this template, and the existence of the template can give the individual an extremely strong sense of security.

The so-called "biological deconstruction" is to completely destroy the individual template, thoroughly destroy this innate thing, and completely lose the fundamental sense of security.

It is not just the disintegration of the body, but also the disintegration of reason.

Humans like you will lose everything about being 'human' and become a product of extreme chaos.

Biological deconstruction is an expression of deep-seated fear, which is difficult for someone like you who only touches the surface of fear to understand.

Hearing such a detailed explanation, a smile appeared on Roddy's lips, as if the dark influence and insomnia he had suffered during this period had become no longer a problem.

He continued to follow up on the topic by asking more questions:

"Shouldn't biological deconstruction be transmitted through the senses? For example, the structure of the crow flock I just saw through your perspective, or your dark appearance I witnessed."

However, there seems to be an important medium in this process: noise.

The dark noise you're bringing is different from the noise I heard when I saw that guy's appearance before.

The eyeballs then responded:

"You're quite smart~"
However, "noise" is not a medium, but the sound of your cognition being destroyed and collapsing, the sound of the process of biological deconstruction.

Just like the sound of you smashing a wall or cutting through a tree, these are noises that correspond to the collapse and disintegration of the existing structure.

The biological structures I present to you are different from those of that guy, so the noise you hear is also different.

Roddy had a general idea and continued to ask, "This so-called 'biological deconstruction' must be an expression of deep-seated fear. If I continue along the current Black Gate system, I should be able to learn it too, right?"

This question made Eyeballs seem a little impatient: "Don't ask such meaningless questions. Your final fate is already determined, which is to unite with me in love. You will naturally learn when the time comes."

You'd better behave well along the way. Maybe I'll intentionally preserve a wisp of your consciousness so you can continue to live and be able to re-examine this world from my perspective.

correct!

Since I've generously answered so many of your questions, shouldn't you answer one of mine in return?
I'm starting to get a little interested in the "eye" related to the lighthouse that you described in the guard cell. There shouldn't be such a powerful creature in the corner, right? Otherwise, they should have come to the dungeon much earlier to begin their quest for divinity.”

Roddy licked his lips lightly, realizing that the bait he had thrown out earlier had indeed worked, and quickly began to explain.
"That eyeball is not a creature from the corner, but a demon king from the world I connect to."

He was born of the spine, a race whose development is based on the spine, and hundreds of millions of them are like that.

He was the only one who didn't follow the usual path. From birth, he had a fondness for eyeballs, to the point that his entire spine became the support for his eyeballs, on which the fruit of his eyeballs grew.

He is now the lighthouse of that world, the very embodiment of "the eye."

"Huh? Are there guys like this in the outer world?"
Born able to break free from constraints, completely focused on eye development... Hiss! I'm getting more and more excited. Hurry up and come down to merge with me. I've decided to go and see your tiny world.

What's his name?"

"Oculus".

At the same time, in Hades City, on the outskirts of the Fifth Hospital - Deep Blue Internet Cafe.

A burning eyeball was staring intently at the electronic screen, almost completely pressed against it, without blinking once for a full half hour.

at last,

The word "Victory" appeared on the screen.

The eyes finally moved away from the screen, and a deep breath escaped from around the eye sockets, moistening the eyeballs while also letting out a heavy sigh of relief.

"I've successfully advanced to Master rank! I've finally reached Master!"

Just as he relaxed slightly, he seemed to suddenly sense something and looked sharply into the corner of the room, as if something was watching him from the darkness.

This was the first time he had ever felt such uneasy stares.

But he was quickly interrupted by a fat arm reaching out, forcibly turning his gaze back to the screen, followed by an urging voice:

"Hurry up and play the next game, I'm about to advance to the next round."

……

despair!
Roddy stepped onto the last step.

A strong, pungent stench of decay immediately wafted over.

Perhaps because they haven't seen any fresh visitors for a long time, even these "scents" have come alive.

They swarmed around the young man's body like worms, trying to lure him toward the source of the smell.

Roddy also placed his palms on his face and put on the long-unused jaw-splitting device on his head, the high temperature scorching any air that tried to enter his nasal cavity.

"This is... the kitchen? The place where the dungeon guards used to cook?"

As far as the eye can see, there are stone stoves, wooden tables with various tableware, and several large iron pots.

Various rotting limbs were still inside the pot.
In addition, in one corner of the kitchen, there were piles of pale corpses.
Somewhat strangely, these corpses were only slightly decomposed and swollen, not turning into bones over time. Their skin seemed to be stuck together, as if they could still breathe slightly.

"Do these bodies need to be disposed of?" Roddy continued to try to throw questions at Eyeball.

"This……"

However, the eyeball only transmitted one word before suddenly stopping, and even the second pupil moved away automatically, hiding under the eye socket.

Their relationship seemed to have been abruptly severed.

Roddy wasn't sure if it was his problem, the environment's problem, or something wrong with the eyeball itself.

Since that's the case, he'll have to explore it himself.

The underground kitchen in front of us has two exits.

One is an upward staircase, which might connect to the [Dungeon Hall] entered from the main entrance.

One was the side door of the kitchen, which was also the source of the putrid stench. The smells clinging to Roddy drew him closer...

The stench inside was several times stronger than that of the corpses, suggesting that some secret or danger was lurking within.

Roddy had no intention of going.

But the torch in his hand shrank a little at this moment, and the grease on it had burned more than halfway.

(End of this chapter)