Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 461 The Freest Criminal in Prison

"Um...are you sure...this is the kitchen?" Jiang Xiaoming asked nervously.

A significant portion of the criminals in the Demon Prison do not appear human. For example, the members of the Ghost Thieves with animal heads are considered relatively normal.

At least, they still have some human characteristics, such as hands, feet, and body shape.

It was creatures like these, whose facial features and physical bodies had completely lost their human characteristics, that truly terrified Jiang Xiaoming.

The feeling of monster is overwhelming.

However, the pig in the kitchen now is more accurately described as a pig-headed man.

In terms of appearance alone, he is not much different from the animal-men in the Ghost Thieves. Apart from having a pig's head, he has other human features.

He was just a little bit burly and strong.

But for some reason, he gave Jiang Xiaoming a completely different feeling than other criminals.

The murderous intent he exuded, even with his back to everyone, and the way he casually peeled fruit and stuffed it into his mouth, made it seem as if he wasn't in prison but rather on vacation.

His aura gives people the feeling of staring directly at a monster, even without standing in front of him.

Most importantly—he was wearing the same uniform as them!

In other words, this person, who never showed his face outside, led everyone who had never been to the kitchen to believe that the chef was also a prison staff member, just like the prison guards.

He was actually a criminal!

"Okay, just do whatever Mr. Ao tells you to do next. We'll come back to pick you up before you go back to your cells tonight." The thin prison guard said and turned to leave.

As he was about to close the door and leave, he said in a very serious tone, "Also, show some respect to Mr. O. He's not like you criminal scum."

The fat prison guard added from behind him, "He's the freest man in this hellish prison. Don't try to disobey him."

boom--

After saying that, the kitchen door slammed shut.

The huge kitchen was left with only Wu Wang, Jiang Xiaoming, and the pig-headed man who never turned around and whose profile could only be seen.

The sound of the other person chewing echoed in the air, and every time their teeth crushed the food, Jiang Xiaoming felt a shiver run through his heart.

He had previously inquired about the kitchen from his cellmates.

The other party is someone who has already been here.

However, even when Jiang Xiaoming was alone with him, this criminal roommate still dared not break the relevant rule—

[You are not allowed to enter the canteen kitchen without permission, unless you are instructed by a dwarf prison guard to be on duty in the kitchen today. Every day, prisoners will go to the kitchen to help out. After leaving the kitchen, please do not mention anything you saw in the kitchen to anyone.]

He only gave a very subtle hint.

"That's a place the prison guards don't care about. They come to pick people up at a certain time, but whether they can actually pick them up or not is completely unimportant and they don't care."

This means that even if someone who goes to help in the kitchen dies in the kitchen, the prison guards won't care at all.

It's even possible that deaths could occur in the kitchen.

Now, seeing the oppressive feeling emanating from the pig-headed man again, a strange thought popped into Jiang Xiaoming's mind—

"Will this devilish chef eat people?"

Thinking about this, he couldn't help but shudder. It seemed that such a possibility couldn't be ruled out!

Who knows if humans are even on this guy's menu?

Just as Jiang Xiaoming's legs were about to give way, Wu Wang next to him suddenly blinked and his shrewd expression returned.

It was like it suddenly turned on from standby mode just a moment ago.

He asked with a cheerful smile, "Mr. Ao, are you the freest criminal here? I know someone like that too, his name is Oliva. Is that your name too?"

Upon hearing this sarcastic remark, Jiang Xiaoming almost knelt down and begged Wu Wang to shut up.

Why does this guy always do such outrageous things?! If you don't want to live, don't drag me down with you! Doesn't my life matter?!

rustle--

Hearing someone speaking to him from behind, the pig-headed man slowly turned around.

Only then did Jiang Xiaoming realize that what he was eating was not fruit at all!
It was the head of some small animal, like a squirrel! He tore open its skull with his bare hands like peeling a fruit and tasted the flesh inside!
To be honest, there are other foods like this among humans, such as spicy rabbit heads or duck heads.

But that's only after you've cooked it thoroughly!
This guy was eating it raw! You could even see bright red blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

“My name is Oink, you can also call me ‘The Butcher’. Please make yourself at home, there’s no rush to cook today.”

The pig-headed man's voice was very deep.

If Jiang Xiaoming heard this voice on the street, he would think the person was a very calm and mature man, but here it only made him more flustered.

He shakily found a worn-out wooden chair and sat down.

Just as he was about to quietly ask Wu Wang what his plans were, so that he could be mentally prepared,

But they discovered that the guy hadn't sat down at all.

He strode directly to Oink's side, poked the blood-red stain on the table with his finger, and then put it in his mouth and smacked his lips.

"Hmm, just as I thought, it's just juicy fruit, similar to cherry tomatoes and small tomatoes from our area. You just used the skull shell as a small bowl to store the fruit."

Am I right, Mr. Butcher?

"Or perhaps the title 'Heavenly Butcher' would suit you better?"

Watching this human, who was much shorter than himself, speak with a grin, his eyes showing no fear or hesitation.

Oink reached out and took another skull from the side, placing it on the table.

With a snap, he broke it open, revealing the small fruit inside, and pushed it in front of Wu Wang.

He said coldly, "It's been a long time since anyone called me that. Just call me 'Butcher' then."

"The word 'heaven' is just a joke."

Wu Wang raised his hand and took out a small fruit from the skull that even he couldn't recognize, clearly not something that existed in reality.

He casually tossed it into his mouth and started chewing.

Hmm, the texture is better than I expected, and the flavor is exceptionally fragrant and sweet.

Looking at Oink's profile as he continued to savor the fruit.

Wu Wang's expression became slightly more serious.

From these few words, one can tell that he is indeed the Oink that I was thinking of.

However, in the real world, the name comes from a comic called "Oink: Heaven's Butcher".

The original story was set against the backdrop of a "dark apocalyptic world of human-pig hybrids," and the story unfolds in a factory city called "Paradise."

In this story, beings with pig heads and human bodies like Oink are the lowest and most lowly laborers, and they were even created to serve humanity.

For this reason, their work even included slaughtering their own kind to provide food for humans.

They were both laborers and fodder.

In the real-world comic book story, Oink awakens after the death of his companion Spiegel and leads the pig-headed people in a rebellion against the oppression of the city's administrator, the Cardinal.

In the story, he did indeed successfully destroy the slaughterhouse and kill the cardinal.

Oink, who had briefly gained his freedom, was eventually captured and hanged for rebelling against human rule. It now appears that the Butcher of Heaven in this alternate world has had a similar experience.

But it seems he wasn't executed like in the end of the comic book story. Instead, he ended up in this devilish prison and even became its cook.

Wu Wang found it somewhat ironic.

Because, as he understood it, the overall tone of Oink's story was about resisting oppression and pursuing freedom.

But now, Oink, who is pursuing freedom, is sitting in one of the least free places in the world, and it is unknown whether he is imprisoned or exiled.

Perhaps noticing something amiss in Wu Wang's expression, Oink slowly turned his head and said, "You seem to think you know me very well?"

“I remember telling them that once they left the kitchen, they were not allowed to talk about anything related to this place, and this rule had been enforced very well before.”

"So, where did you hear about me?"

Jiang Xiaoming, who was standing next to him, was a little confused.

The rules? Those rules were actually made by this guy!
Just how outrageous must it be to be able to set rules in the Demon Prison!
As Oink spoke those words, Wu Wang also felt a familiar death beckoning him; the intense killing intent, so strong it seemed to freeze the air, was suffocating.

It seems that if you say the wrong thing, you'll be beheaded.

In response, he simply picked up another piece of fruit, tasted it, and said, "It doesn't matter where I heard it from; what matters is that there are still people pursuing freedom."

To be honest, this answer is a bit of a gimmick.

He did not directly state that Oink's story also exists in the real world.

Instead, they brushed it off with vague and seemingly perfunctory words.

The reason for doing this was that Wu Wang still needed to verify some things.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, the murderous intent in the air vanished, leaving only Oink speaking in a tone that was both sarcastic and helpless: "Freedom? Heh, there has never been any freedom."

After saying that, he slowly stood up and weighed the butcher knife on a cutting board in his hand.

He picked it up casually and handed it to Wu Wang.

With a blank expression, he asked, "Can you lift it?"

Wu Wang took a deep breath, lifted it up abruptly, twirled it in the air with a beautiful knife flourish, and then shrugged, indicating, "Not bad."

Even though he said that.

But in reality, the weight of this butcher's knife is something that ordinary people cannot lift.

At least, even if Jiang Xiaoming, who was trembling with fear, used all his strength, he would absolutely not be able to wield that butcher's knife.

"Didn't you say you weren't in a hurry to cook? Why did you change your mind again?" Wu Wang saw Oink walk to a pile of messy ingredients not far away and start picking them out.

He couldn't help but ask.

Without turning his head, the other person replied, "I was in a bad mood at first and didn't want to cook for those guys, but now I think... it's alright."

From his words, it was clear that Oink even had the power to decide whether the prisoners in the entire Devil's Prison would have food to eat!

He didn't want to do it.

Everyone went hungry!
This kind of treatment is indeed not something a criminal should receive.

But Wu Wang also knew that his relationship with Oink was not yet good enough for him to ask so many questions.

He sees himself at best as "a stranger who is reasonably pleasing to the eye".

Before long, Oink selected a huge pile of ingredients, which piled up on the table like a small mountain. The cutting board, which should have been huge at one square meter, looked ridiculous in the face of the amount of ingredients.

brush--

Without the slightest hesitation, Oink picked up another butcher's knife and began chopping vegetables.

He said casually, "You lend a hand, and the other person goes to pick up the vegetables and throw them up. Any vegetables that aren't rotten will do."

Clearly, he also realized that Jiang Xiaoming couldn't possibly lift such a butcher's knife.

Upon hearing the order, Jiang Xiaoming obediently went to carry it out, starting to select vegetables that he had never seen before.

dong dong dong -- dong dong dong --

Before long, the rhythmic sound of chopping vegetables echoed throughout the kitchen.

But Wu Wang discovered that Oink didn't seem to be paying attention, or rather, he didn't really intend to cook properly at all.

The action of chopping vegetables was like hacking and slashing, completely disregarding whether the vegetables were cut evenly or not, as long as they were all cut open.

Seeing this, Wu Wang subconsciously asked, "Butcher, how are you planning to cook?"

To this, Oink replied expressionlessly, "Just throw everything in the pot, stew it until cooked, add seasonings and mix it up. Isn't that how you cook rice?"

These words also reminded Wu Wang of the mushy meal he had eaten yesterday at noon.

I even joked at the time about how I could cook such terrible food.

Now it seems……

I think I understand now.

Since Oink is a pig-headed man, it's understandable that he makes pig feed.

If Wu Wang suspected that this guy's past experiences were really the same as in the story, then the food he ate in Paradise City was even worse than this pig swill.

Although it's ridiculous, doing it like this now can even be considered an improvement in cooking skills?

"Um... Haven't you had anything good to eat lately?" Wu Wang stopped wielding his butcher's knife and said helplessly, "I'm begging you, brother, please eat something good."

thump—

Oink nailed the knife to the cutting board.

He looked at Wu Wang with icy eyes and said, "What do you mean?"

He was the sole controller of the kitchen. Not only were the inmates who came in to help with cooking always subservient to him, but no one had ever dared to speak to him like that, not even the prison guards.

This caused Oink's slight liking for Wu Wang to gradually dissipate.

Jiang Xiaoming, who was picking out vegetables, was extremely anxious.

How come this serious criminal started acting crazy again the moment I wasn't looking?

I haven't even had breakfast yet! Who knows how many more times that damn hardened criminal will tempt fate in the long run?

Do you really think you have too much time on your hands?

"Don't worry, what I mean is—I'll make you something delicious."

Wu Wang flashed his signature bright smile, so dazzling it was almost blinding.

"If you think it's delicious, then do me a small favor and answer some of my questions—it's just a matter of talking; if you don't like it, you can chop me up and make it your own meal, how about that?"

Looking at Wu Wang's fearless and reckless appearance.

Oink suddenly became interested.

This guy seems different from any criminal I've ever encountered before.

So, to Jiang Xiaoming's astonishment, he actually nodded in agreement.

A culinary extravaganza unlike anything Oink has ever seen is slowly unfolding...?
(End of this chapter)