Deep in the Living

Chapter 755: Jailer
Kitchen → Dungeon Hall

The two are connected by a staircase.

Roddy climbed the stairs, but dared not approach the top, lest the firelight spread out and cause real trouble if the crows flocked up there.

Due to a series of previous toilet-related actions, Roddy's tongue is temporarily on strike.

He originally intended to spread the fog out to investigate the situation in the hall area.

Unexpectedly, the pupils at the corners of his eyes began to move, and once again nested within Luo Di's original pupils, forming a "double pupil" structure.

Bang!

on the ceiling,

An eyeball with a black tentacles crashed down, climbed the steps, and crawled toward the dark hall area.

A perfect, pitch-black view was simultaneously provided to Roddy, allowing him to see the entire hall, with even the details of every crevice clearly visible.

The area is approximately 300 square meters and is supported by six pillars.

There are six additional paths, including the fork leading to the kitchen, and the flock of crows that used to linger here is gone.

"Thank you."

"Thank you? I've emphasized this many times. I just don't want you to fall into someone else's hands, especially that guy."

Roddy seized the opportunity to ask again, "What exactly is that thing? Can you tell me? If you go missing again, I might be able to find a way to avoid you if I happen to run into you."

His eyes paused for a moment, then his words followed:
"Hmm~ I'll explain it to you briefly."

That thing was a 'temporary prisoner' held in this dungeon, initially sealed at the lowest level. Once his time was up, he would be transferred to a higher-level prison.

Who would have thought that the 'warden' who stood at the pinnacle, established the central prison, and imprisoned all the mad gods by himself, would actually die.

Fear spread, and the dungeon spiraled out of control.

This basic dungeon fell into your world along with the warden's arm. All the prisoners and guards are locked inside, never to escape.

The warden's fear permeated the area, engulfing everyone and turning them into part of the dungeon.

Most of them completely disintegrate, and only a small number of special individuals like myself are able to gradually regain their rationality after biological deconstruction, and slowly adapt to and master this fear.

The 'temporary prisoner,' who didn't belong here and was of a higher danger level, could naturally do the same, and he could move and roam freely throughout the dungeon without restriction.

"So that's how it is... You were once a prisoner here too?"

"That's right, I used to be a false god."

Just because I incited the fools of my world to kill each other, I was targeted by the warden~ Sigh, not enough! Before I could even see them screaming and begging for mercy, I was captured.

When we are united in love, we will have another chance to realize this dream. Hopefully, those foolish fellows haven't been wiped out yet.

"False God?"

"You really love asking questions! Now is not the time for chatting. You'll understand when we get married."

While that thing isn't here, hurry up! Then stick to the right and keep going towards the room at the end.

If I remember correctly, there would be a jailer there.

"Killing him will give me the key to the next level, which will be a good opportunity for me to see how strong you are... The signal was just cut off, so I didn't see how you killed that disgusting maggot."

Roddy was somewhat puzzled. "The jailer? Won't he be killed by that temporary prisoner?"

"Yes...no."

Could you explain it more clearly?

"You're really stupid!! Didn't I already tell you? Uncontrolled fear has eroded this dungeon, and everyone has been deconstructed, becoming part of the dungeon."

The dungeon itself is a dangerous entity, and it ensures the proper functioning of the entire system.

To go deeper, you must find the key, which must be on someone or hidden somewhere.

Even if this jailer is killed
They will also produce identical jailers, each carrying a key.

"understood."

"You are truly dull-witted. It seems that the development of the brain in your lowly world is not up to par! Fortunately, the union of love will completely transplant my brain structure, otherwise I would really be driven to my death by your stupidity."

"Hurry up and get going, stop arguing." Roddy didn't retort, but just smiled and got to work.

With eyeballs as guides, unnecessary exploration is eliminated, saving time and torch resources to the greatest extent.

Roddy seemed somewhat relaxed, and even started munching on dry bread along the way, eating four whole loaves to replenish all the energy he had used up from vomiting.

Stick to the right and come to the end.

Before even getting close to the door, you could already hear sounds—the sounds of flesh being smashed and crushed, bones being broken, and liquids splashing.

It didn't feel like a battle; it was just simple banging.

Just hearing these sounds made Roddy feel a pang of heartache, and even caused some dents and bloodstains to appear on his skin.

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably have been turned into mincemeat upon hearing that voice.

"Another biological deconstruction? Sound can transmit... But I can still handle this level."

Roddy did not rush in.
Instead, he applied a small amount of oil to the door hinges and then let the mist spread to cover his entire body, ensuring that his aura would not dissipate and that the door would open without making a sound.

Infiltration and disguise are the main topics of school art classes.

When Roddy stepped silently through the mist into the cubicle, the scene before him stunned him.

This is not a prison guards' rest area at all, but a torture chamber with no limits.

The skeletons of various human bodies are hung from the ceiling here, all used as tools for the jailers to vent their frustrations.

It was crushed, chopped up, and torn apart.

but,

Roddy wasn't frightened; instead, he felt like he was coming home, and even the restraints on his left arm were trembling slightly.

His gaze quickly settled on the opposite side, where a white, humanoid pig dressed in medieval armor stood, its massive body nearly three meters long horizontally.

He held an extremely heavy, strangely structured meteor hammer in his hand, each strike capable of completely crushing corpses.

Between the creature's legs, there seemed to be some sturdy object hanging, longer than its legs, which would further crush the corpse.

When I saw this so-called jailer
The eyeball spoke again:
"Hiss... You're a bit unlucky! The jailers will always be here, but sometimes there are exceptions, like the thing in front of you."

These are elite jailers, specifically responsible for guarding the lower-level prisons. They only have a very small chance of spawning here, so be careful not to get broken. I don't want your body to turn into the shape of this thing.

Considering you can kill maggots, you should be able to handle this thing with some effort. Just don't die.

"Elite prison guards?"

Although Roddy was silent, the torch in his hand could not be hidden; the firelight was always the most dazzling thing in the dungeon.

The jailer, who was desecrating the corpse, felt the radiant light and slowly turned his body, revealing his exaggerated frontal structure.

A giant, white boar-like head with various tusks protruding from under the skin.

The dark, hollow eye sockets were staring intently at Luo Di, at Luo Di's petite, beautiful, and fresh body.

Between the legs

The hanging object covered in metal armor became abnormally swollen.

Its end even has a mouth-like structure, which is currently open, revealing its sharp white teeth.

"Biodeconstruction"

Upon witnessing the creature's appearance, Roddy suddenly felt a sharp, cramping pain in his abdomen.

His intestines underwent abnormal lateral wall hyperplasia, which quickly formed an organ that did not belong to him, an organ capable of nurturing life.

At the same time as organs are formed,
Another kind of pain followed, a pain that Roddy had never experienced as a man, accompanied by the discharge of some kind of filth.

A warm feeling came from below.

Bright red blood trickled down Roddy's thigh...

If Roddy could endure the old stench with sheer willpower, then he was able to do so.

This direct structural change to gender has caused Roddy's consciousness to waver, giving him a strong sense of unease and genuine fear about the dungeon.

(End of this chapter)