Deep in the Living

Chapter 753 The Smell of the Past

"Strange, we were chatting just fine before, why did it suddenly stop... It seems that getting information out of me won't be that easy. According to the corner's design concept, I need to conduct this prison guard interview myself."

I was fine asking conceptual questions before, but the connection dropped as soon as I asked about the inside of the dungeon.

Of course, it could also be a problem with that eye itself.

Everything in this dungeon has some problems, more or less. The eyeball itself must have undergone biological deconstruction, and its consciousness must also be pathological and unstable.

When we're able to make contact again, we'll try to ask about the identity and origin of that eyeball... and also about the flock of crows we encountered earlier.

Roddy looked at the torches that were half-burnt and fixed his gaze on the side of the kitchen, at the source of the stench.

However, he chose to go to the pile of corpses first.

Carefully cut open the corpse's skin, and what flowed out was only a putrid fluid, which was completely useless for burning a torch.

These corpses were simply brought together by the dungeon environment, forming a low-level living thing, and posed no threat.

Having determined this, Roddy had no choice but to head to the source of the stench, where he might find grease fuel.

The closer they get,

The more he could sense the vitality of that stench, the more Roddy looked down and seemed to see countless maggots crawling on his body, each maggot still secreting saliva from its mouth.

After shaking its head, the maggots disappeared.

When he looked up again, he had already reached the doorway.

The cracked and mottled wooden door panel was no longer able to be sealed off, and the smell was constantly spreading out from inside.

He tried to penetrate with the mist, but found that the mist couldn't get in at all.

Trying to taste it with your tongue, however, your tongue has already given up, as if protesting this almost depraved act.

You have to see it for yourself.

Just as Roddy reached out to open the door...

Ah~~
A mournful cry came from behind. It was the living thing that had turned from the pile of corpses. It even tried to move with its limp hands, wanting to leave this place.

Luo Di had made up his mind; he had to solve the problem of the torches.

He gripped the back of his neck with one hand and slowly pushed the door open with the other.

The creaking sound of the door hinge turning was like the dying sobs of an old man.

Luo Di, who was about to draw his sword, suddenly froze.

There was nothing unclean inside, nor were there any dungeon-like structures as expected.

There is only one squat toilet, less than ten square meters in size.

It's such a tiny cubicle, with just one squat toilet.

The pit is just bigger than usual, and it feels like it's just big enough for one person to squeeze into.

Strangely, the extremely foul odor that could be smelled outside the door before has now disappeared. Everything has become quiet, and everything has become less tense.

Roddy quickly noticed the unusual change, but when he tried to look away, he couldn't.

His eyes seemed fixed on the opening of the squat toilet, staring intently at the dark hole.

The sound of drums,

A hissing sound from a swollen throat.

The noise created by both suddenly struck.

A peculiar biological structure began to appear; the pores all over Roddy's body began to enlarge, and then, maggots actually crawled out.

These are maggots formed from Roddy's own flesh and bodily fluids.

As the maggots crawled out, his body shape shrank, seemingly making it easier to travel to a certain place.

His body also began to move towards the squat toilet.
Just as his right foot was about to step into the dark hole...

Bang, bang, bang!
A sound of chains being pulled could be heard.

Looking back, one would discover that Roddy had set up a special hook trap before entering, with the end of the hook inserted into his back.

As long as he makes any non-intentional movement, the hook will be straightened, and extreme pain will be transmitted to the spine.

The hellish pain restored his sanity, and the noise gradually disappeared.

Close your eyes quickly.
At the same time, point your palm towards the opening.

"Creation of Torture Instruments"

His body temperature soared, and even his cracked old spine was exposed. He created torture devices directly while his spine was open.

Create a columnar, heavy metal pillar, except that the pillar itself has a temperature of thousands of degrees.

As several red-hot iron pillars fell, Roddy fled the toilet as fast as he could and returned to the kitchen area. The next second,
A piercing scream came from below, and at the same time, an explosion occurred.

Snapped!
The toilet cubicle was directly destroyed by the bomb.

Various kinds of old filth splattered out, making the smell of the entire kitchen even stronger, and even the pile of corpses in the corner began to vomit.

Roddy's tongue was flapping wildly in his mouth, as if he wanted to go back to Gustav and complain that Roddy was playing tricks here.

however,
Roddy, on the other hand, was making preparations.

He first used a torture device to fix the dimmed torch to the wall.

He drew the Black Ridge sword and gripped the black blade tightly... but his eyes were fixed on the collapsed toilet area, and he could sense something coming up.

When Roddy saw a light yellow substance flowing, his consciousness twitched, and maggots immediately crawled out from the pores of his facial skin.

"Even just glimpsing a small part will cause a deconstruction? I guess the same goes for smelling or tasting it... In that case, we must act quickly."

If I can kill this thing, it will prove that I can kill other Great Old Ones in the dungeon.

It might even be possible to gradually understand the essence of so-called "biological deconstruction," and perhaps even I, as a serial killer, can learn it...

Roddy did not look away, but continued to stare intently.

Hoo... Ha...

Yin energy is exhaled and inhaled.

A layer of wrinkled, hard zombie skin covers the body, tightly blocking the pores, using this near-physical form to suppress "biological deconstruction".

Roddy has always been clear about one thing.

To kill these creatures in the dungeon, you must confront them directly. If you can't even manage the most basic act of facing them directly and keep choosing to avoid them, you'll only face certain death.

“My adaptability should be enough to do it, after all, even that eyeball has acknowledged it... Only by adapting to this place can I kill all the old individuals here.”

Jiligulu~
Something stood up in the collapsed toilet area, its height exceeding the ceiling height of the kitchen, so much so that his body had to bend forward.

Its entire body is made up of fermented, aged filth, in which various large maggots have built their nests.

Its body is covered with a dense network of pores, and with each breath it emits an extreme stench, sending maggots flying out with it.

The most outrageous thing is that the head of this thing is actually the squatting toilet from before.

The dark, empty squat toilet hole seemed to be staring at the young man before him.
It seemed unable to comprehend how such a low-level being, untouched by the passage of time and newly arrived in the dungeon, could suppress the stench and maintain its integrity.

This was also the first time that Roddy had been noticed by the "slots".

The jaw-splitting device worn on the face became ineffective, and the stench was generated directly in the mind.

Even though Roddy himself could barely withstand the opponent's biological structure, he couldn't withstand this old stench that he had never experienced before.

vomit!
As a primitive biological response, it is stimulated.
Vomit!

I vomited up all the food I had eaten and was also overcome by intense hunger.

Taking advantage of the moment when Roddy vomited,
The squatting head was already in front of him.

He stretched out his extremely filthy arms, wanting to embrace her.

Once contacted,
The effect of biological deconstruction will be amplified several times. Luo Di will instantly transform into a maggot's nest, completely swallowed by this stench, and transformed into a brand new squatting toilet structure.

call……

Another breath, and he forcibly suppressed his esophagus, temporarily stopping the vomiting.

The familiar sense of impending death washed over him, and he gripped the black knife tightly in his hand.

This time, Luo Di no longer needed to recall the scene of chopping vegetables in the kitchen, nor did he need to recall how he killed Master Jiang... He already knew this feeling.

I won't look at it, I won't smell it.

Based solely on instinct,

cut!
The moment the blade slashed out,

The torches burning on the wall seemed to have turned a cold color, as if they were burning with moonlight.

hum!
Roddy's consciousness had already returned to the moon.

They returned to the staircase leading to the palace.
Above the long staircase formed by Master Jiang's remains, another staircase appeared—a foul-smelling staircase stained with filth and maggots.

This staircase is over ten meters long and seems to be different from the previous staircases.

Roddy stepped onto the pitted steps, squatted down, and examined the remains, carefully considering the biological structure within them.

During the thinking period,
Gray tentacles crawled up the eyeballs and even transformed into the shape of maggots.

(End of this chapter)