Deep in the Living

Chapter 772 A Special Meeting

The black piglet was held in front of his chest through a pouch, the moonstone pendant hung under his collar, old books were temporarily stored under his skin, and the tactile sensation of slaying the past was imprinted on his soul.

Roddy left the entrance video store with the spoils of his exploration of the primitive dungeon.

There's one more thing to do, and that's the bet with Mr. Rose.

Thinking of this, Roddy couldn't help but click his tongue, picking up this old habit again, looking forward to it with great anticipation, as if he hadn't completely escaped the killing and carnage of the dungeon.

……

Rose Manor

Mr. Rose, as the "guardian" of the entrance, seemed to sense the disturbance at the entrance and quickly arranged for people to wait in the back garden, where a red carpet was laid out and roses were placed on both sides.

He himself waited in the banquet hall, ready to celebrate Roddy's escape in a grand manner.

However, as time passed, no one came out.

Mr. Rose stared at the constantly moving pointer, but finally couldn't hold back any longer. He went to the back garden and jumped directly into the sewer.

Several assassins followed behind, but none of them spoke.

They slowly approached the end of the sewer, near an iron door that served as the dungeon entrance. Suddenly, a hand axe slid out from Mr. Rose's sleeve.

He swung his axe at the air.

Hiss~ It was as if something had been slashed, and blood fell to the ground in the form of rose petals. He followed the bloodstains to the right side of the passage.

Pick the last rose petal, bring it to your nose, and gently inhale its scent.

"It seems Mr. Di really did come back alive, but left as soon as he returned. It doesn't seem like he left voluntarily, but rather was forced."

Someone came to take him away and didn't want me to get information about the dungeon.

"It doesn't matter. Mr. Di seems to be a very trustworthy person. I'll just go to Whirlpool Town to find him in a few days."

Behind him, a tall, muscular assassin, almost entirely metallic, stepped forward and asked:
"Sir, what kind of person could take someone away from within the organization's territory, and even directly from the dungeon entrance, without us noticing?"

hum!
The axe blade slashed through.

The head, connected by cables but retaining some blood vessels, was split directly in two.

The pituitary gland ruptured, and he collapsed to the ground.

Mr. Rose pulled out his hand axe, wiped the blood off with a piece of paper, and his displeasure was evident on his face.

Yesterday at the manor, Mr. Rose was already in a bad mood after being mocked to his face by a little girl. He had been looking forward to Roddy's return and the sharing of information.

But now, Roddy has been taken away, which puts him in a very awkward position, and he even has to humble himself and go to Whirlpool Town.

When someone suddenly interrupts at a time like this, murderous intent surges forth...

……

On Luo Di's side.

He was equally confused.
Originally intending to share the news with Mr. Rose, he was heading to the manor when, as soon as he left the dungeon, he heard a strange sound.

Beside the entrance to the sewer, there lay a swollen garbage bag... Roddy was certain he hadn't brought a garbage bag when he arrived.

Most importantly, the garbage bag was still moving.

As Roddy cautiously approached, touching the back of his neck, a pale hand reached out, grabbed his ankle, and pulled him sharply!
The force was so great that Roddila lost his balance, fell down, and was dragged into a garbage bag.

When he emerged from the other end of the garbage bag, he was no longer in a sewer, but on a misty street.

Roddy couldn't even feel the fear that was unique to the corner, but this place didn't seem to be the human world... This street seemed to be located in a narrow crevice.

but,

Roddy knew exactly where he was and who had gotten the garbage bags.

Looking up,

A blue glass sliding door was right in front of me; it was the [Comic Book Store].

Black-Eyed Morton, who had been nestled in Roddy's arms the whole time and was still savoring the movie's plot, now turned his gaze in as well. Although he was just a false god, imprisoned in a very ordinary dungeon, he had never been to the central prison.

But his eyes could see the essence of the comic book store; something beyond his visual perception was inside.

"Such a being could not possibly exist in your inferior world!! Could this be the 'death row inmate' you mentioned before, Roddy, who's staying on your side?!"

"They're not going to kill us, are they? No way! I just got out!"

This time, Morton didn't hide behind Roddy; he knew very well that hiding wouldn't be of any use.

He wanted to crawl down, to kneel in devout worship, to become the other's believer, in order to gain a chance at survival.

*Snap!* Morton was grabbed by the pigskin and forcibly pulled back.

"Stay put, nothing will happen."

"you sure?"

"determine."

"Alright, I'll trust you this once! I can only trust you..." Black Eyes tugged at the cloth, trying his best to cover his body.

Roddy was certain that the comic book store, being a completely neutral entity, wouldn't harm him, a member of Whirlpool Town. Furthermore, Hua Yuan was also inside; the trash bag from earlier was Hua Yuan's ability.

and,

The outside assistance he received from Hua Yuan in the dungeon was most likely provided by the owner of the comic book store; otherwise, Hua Yuan's level of expertise wouldn't be able to infiltrate that dungeon.

However, Roddy glanced at his left arm and was still somewhat worried.

After all, he had taken advantage of the comic book store, and to put it more seriously, it even involved copyright issues.

"Morton, give me your view."

"No! Don't look at what you shouldn't see. I don't want to offend the death row inmates inside! You should also behave yourself and stop looking around."

"alright."

call……

I exhaled and stepped inside.

The furnishings inside were the same as when Roddy last visited. The various comics displayed on the bookshelves seemed to have a distinct flavor, and once touched, they would be pulled into the narrative space corresponding to the content.

One thing is different from last time, and that is Roddy himself.

He gained a deeper understanding of various systems. He could see the essence of this comic book, which, to some extent, was similar to his 'back,' corresponding to a growth system that did not belong to a corner.

However, the various systems and objects of Hell need to be transplanted in person, and then various certifications, appraisals, physical recasting, and so on are required.

Comic bookstores, however, don't need these trivial matters at all.

It seems that simply being granted a comic strip grants an individual access to the system. There's no need to travel to the corresponding world afterward, or rather, the shop itself is a miniature, independent world.

Hua Yuan, as a specially chosen individual, is allowed to come here to create her own comics, thus making the system more complete.

One person, one shop, corresponds to an entire world and the allocation of the promotion system... The strength of this shop owner is self-evident.

Roddy soon arrived at the end of the shop.

There is a special counter here that can be used as a payment platform for purchasing items, and also as a drawing board.

The middle-aged man with short, dark hair and wearing refined glasses was sitting inside. He wasn't painting for the moment; instead, he was staring at the young man with a kind expression.

Hua Yuan stood obediently behind the other person, secretly waving her little hand in greeting.

It's hard to associate this person with words like "death row inmate," "outer god," or "one man, one world," but that's exactly what it is.

Morton, who was in his arms, had already pretended to be asleep and didn't dare to look at him.

"Roddy, don't be nervous. Although 'Fish' is one of my more important early works, a few torn pages are nothing to the shop."

The reason I called you here is to ask you about something.

"The matter of the Moon Goddess?"

The first thing Roddy thought of was his biggest find in the dungeon.

According to Morton's description, the moon goddess once held a very high position among the death row inmates, and her divine ranking was probably quite high. It's likely that the comic book store owner came for this reason.

Moreover, Roddy possesses a stone that was detached from the Moon Goddess; if used improperly, it might attract attention from outsiders.

however,
The shop owner behind the counter gave a negative answer.

"No, I'm not interested in the moon. You can study it yourself. I just want to ask if you caught a glimpse of the green light during your trip to the Primal Dungeon."

"green……"

Roddy's thoughts were instantly pulled back to the dungeon, back to the transition layer, recalling the bizarre experience of being approached by the greenery and the green cave entrance. Even just thinking about it made him break out in a cold sweat.

"some."

The shop owner suddenly raised his hand and casually waved, gesturing for Roddy to go inside the counter.

He then stood up and gave up the seat that belonged exclusively to the shop owner.

"Come here and sit down. Describe your personal experience in detail using comics."

"Huh? I'm not very good at drawing comics."

"Since you have had contact with Mr. Kraft, you must be quite good at recalling memories. I will teach you some basic knowledge of comics."

"That's fine."

Roddy obeyed the order, and he had no choice but to comply.

I walked over and sat in the seat that should have belonged to the shop owner.
In an instant, his somewhat chaotic consciousness was completely emptied, and everything returned to pure white, with only pure white manuscript paper in his field of vision.

No pen is needed.

Gray tentacles emerged from Roddy's eye sockets, nostrils, and mouth, beginning to draw with a special fluid.

The shop owner stood by, speaking softly and patiently giving a live demonstration.

(End of this chapter)