Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 462 is titled "The Shackles of Freedom"

Gulu gulu——

The hot water was constantly bubbling and making sounds under high temperature.

Accompanying this was Wu Wang's swift, efficient, and rhythmic wielding of his butcher's knife.

His cooking process was like a meticulously choreographed dance performance.

The perfect presentation is evident in everything from the ingredients being cut to just the right thickness to the perfectly prepared broth.

As Oink watched the soup simmer, Wu Wang wielded an iron pot he had never used before with great skill, the flames dancing on it like a lively little sprite.

An indescribable aroma began to fill the kitchen.

To be honest, Wu Wang felt that in terms of cooking skills, he was at least qualified to be rated in real life.

Dealing with a being that has only ever eaten pig feed since birth.

Isn't that a piece of cake?

A moment later, several steaming hot dishes were placed on plates on the table.

As he untied the chef's apron from his waist, Wu Wang said with a grin, "Come on, four dishes and a soup, a classic combination."

Looking at those dishes that looked and smelled delicious.

Even the usually stern-faced Oink was somewhat moved.

He picked up the spoon and was about to scoop the food out.

Unexpectedly, his hand was struck by two thin branches as soon as he reached out.

Snapped--

The next second, before Oink could even get angry, he saw Wu Wang hand over the two branches with one hand, and with the other hand, he skillfully manipulated them, saying:

"Some vegetables are long, thin strips, which are difficult to pick up with a spoon."

"These are chopsticks, a product of thousands of years of civilization and wisdom."

Watching Oink hesitate for a moment before taking the chopsticks, clumsily manipulating the two slender objects with his hands, each finger as thick as a steel rod.

Wu patiently explained to him how to hold chopsticks and how to apply force.

Jiang Xiaoming, standing next to him, already felt like the world had gone mad.

In this terrifying place where even the most vicious criminals outside keep quiet, you face a powerful monster that even the prison guards don't take seriously.

This guy is actually teaching the other person how to use chopsticks politely?
He felt like he wasn't fully awake yet.

What's happening right now might just be an illusion.

Jiang Xiaoming pinched his thigh lightly, and the pain almost brought tears to his eyes.

It wasn't a dream, but it was even more absurd than a dream.

On the other side, Oink usually eats either by using a spoon like a soup spoon to put food in his mouth, or by directly picking up the soup pot and drinking it.

Although it was his first time using this thing, he easily learned to use the stick called chopsticks because of his strong control over his body.

He picked up a dish prepared by Wu Wang and slowly put it into his mouth.

After chewing for a while, a slightly shocked expression appeared on his face.

Then, seeing Wu Wang's delighted smile, he immediately reached for another dish with his chopsticks.

Then came the third and fourth courses, and after finishing them, they completely ignored the scalding hot soup that a normal person should not be able to put in their mouth.

After taking a big gulp, he resumed eating the dishes in front of him.

The sight of them eating with such gusto made Jiang Xiaoming, who was initially somewhat frightened, swallow hard.

"This dish...is it really that delicious?"

He was also tempted to try using chopsticks.

But Wu Wang raised his hand to stop him, shook his head and said, "If you want to eat, I'll make it for you later. These are his for now."

The two fell silent, and the only sound in the kitchen was Oink swallowing his food.

A moment later, he looked at the plate that he had eaten clean.

Oink wiped his mouth with satisfaction.

The way he looked at Wu Wang softened considerably.

With a slight sigh, he said, "I spent the first half of my life in a slaughterhouse in Paradise City, numbered 628. Every wall there was covered with warnings: ignorance and labor are happiness, happiness is sacrifice, and sacrifice is a necessary virtue."

"These three sentences have controlled the mixed-race thinking of all pigs and people since childhood. Even though we eat tasteless pig feed every day, we have no complaints and can only bow our heads and work hard."

"Over time, I even began to suspect that I had lost my sense of taste. Even during the period when I had what I considered a brief period of freedom, I had no interest in thinking about food."

Having said that, he picked up the butcher's knife that Wu Wang had just used.

He reached out and wiped away some of the vegetable juice from the surface of the butcher knife.

Looking at the pile of ingredients that I had selected countless times, it was hard to imagine that these flavors came from the same things.

This butcher's knife has slit the throats of the unjust, broken the shackles that bound itself, and also slashed ferocious monsters in other worlds, tearing away the thorns that blocked its path.

Yet, he has never managed to cut out a dish so delicious that it would make anyone smile after eating it.

“You win. Now, what do you want to know?” Oink slowly sat down and added, “But I can’t guarantee I know everything, after all, I’ve been in this kitchen for a long time.”

Finally, we got to the main topic.

Wu Wang simply found a chair and sat down opposite Oink.

He pointed at Jiang Xiaoming and asked, "This guy was brought to the kitchen by Ghost Lion. Since you're the only one here, you must need him, right? Why?"

These words stunned Jiang Xiaoming, who was originally prepared to watch the drama unfold and thought he could hear some inside information.

Holy crap! Why is the problem with me?
Wait a minute, so it turns out that this hardened criminal dragging me into the kitchen wasn't just a simple prank?

As an ordinary person entering the instance for the first time, his brain simply couldn't process so much bizarre information.

Oink also glanced at Jiang Xiaoming.

Looking at the other person's tense appearance, as if they were about to wet their pants.

He said casually, "Because I need to see how well the experimental subjects I released are evolving. As it stands, they're not quite ready yet."

Upon hearing this, both Wu Wang and Jiang Xiaoming were stunned.

Even if Jiang Xiaoming couldn't quite grasp the situation, he could still tell how serious it was.

"What experiment? What did you do to me? Will I die?"

The fear of the unknown overwhelmed his apprehension towards Oink.

He hurriedly spoke up, pleading for an answer.

In response, Oink sighed and asked earnestly, "Did you know that the Demon Prison is alive?"

Wu Wang nodded, but Jiang Xiaoming still looked blank.

"I obtained a piece of body tissue from the Demon Prison and mixed it into a plate of food, wanting to see if normal criminals could be recognized as part of the prison after eating it, or even turn around and control this damned prison."

The amount of information contained in those words made Wu Wang's brain start working at lightning speed.

He immediately realized that what the butcher in front of him was saying was probably more important than he had imagined!
Perhaps the origins of the Demon Prison can be learned from its words!

"Isn't the Demon Prison all architecture? Where would body tissue come from?" Wu Wang retorted. To be honest, he had always thought that the dwarf prison guards' claim that "the Demon Prison is alive" basically meant that it possessed its own consciousness and could give birth to beings like dark shadows and little black children.

Now it seems that it's not that simple.

It even has a body!?
However, what Oink said next was even more outrageous than expected.

He stomped his foot and pointed at the tiled floor, saying, "Of course, aren't you stepping on it right now?"

"This prison is not a building, but the corpse of a creature, and we are all imprisoned inside this corpse."

"We are its parasites."

As expected, Wu Wang sighed inwardly.

I had actually considered this idea, but the scale of the Demon Prison was so terrifying that even I found it a bit absurd.

Keep in mind that the area they were in was only District 18, yet it already housed thousands of criminals.

It is said that no inmate knows the exact number of areas in the entire prison.

Wu Wang even felt that the size of this demon prison was larger than some towns.

What kind of creature could possibly possess such a terrifying size?

More importantly—how did this kind of being die?

"Wait a minute, you want to take control of this prison? Or do you want to escape too?" Wu Wang suddenly realized that Oink's actions were tantamount to rebellion.
Even the dwarf prison guards here treat him with such respect. Wu Wang even suspects that his criminal clothes are just decorations, and that he can simply ask the guards if he wants to leave.

Face his doubts.

Oink chuckled self-deprecatingly: "Escape? It's not that simple. If it were just about getting out of this hellish prison, I could just get up and leave."

"But what happens after I get out? I'll still be trapped in this world, and only by using its power can I possibly break free."

These words made Wu Wang look at him sideways.

In other words, Oink, the Butcher of Heaven... is not from the current instance world?

In my memory, those who can travel between different dungeon worlds are basically all more or less related to those Venerable Ones.

Oh, except for the black-hearted penguin.

Judging from the way the big boss refers to the black-hearted penguin and the extent of his teasing, this guy probably can travel through the myriad worlds without relying on their power.

Could it be that Oink is also such a being?

Seemingly sensing something in Wu Wang's eyes, Oink chuckled and said, "Don't look at me like that. Aren't you the same? Descendants, some say you are the order of all worlds, some say you bring disaster to all worlds."

"Although there are many different opinions and constant controversies, in my eyes you are just trapped beasts caught in the calamity."

"Taking power that doesn't belong to you, appearing and disappearing in different worlds as if rushing to your death, how pathetic."

Jiang Xiaoming's brain had completely shut down.

As a newcomer to the dungeon, he had never seen anything like this before. The NPCs immediately revealed their identities, making him feel like he was being stripped naked all at once.

More importantly—he was talking about you.

This means that the serious criminal next to me might also be a player of the Spirit Disaster!?

Overwhelmed by the sheer volume of information, Jiang Xiaoming chose to abandon his thinking and simply listen to the information from the sidelines.

Of course, one must first know what will happen if one consumes the so-called Demon Prison body tissue.

Wu Wang, on the other hand, was already mentally prepared.

Regardless of whether Oink is the kind of being that can freely travel between worlds like the Black Penguin, as long as he knows that there are more worlds beyond his own, he will still be able to make a difference.

They probably also know about the existence of the Calamity players.

So Wu Wang simply confessed, "Since you come from outside, how did you get trapped here? If you could get in, you should be able to get out too, right?"

Oink was somewhat helpless about this.

He sighed and asked Wu Wang:
"If you know the title 'Heaven's Butcher,' you should also know my ultimate fate, right?"

“I blew that damned slaughterhouse No. 628 to smithereens, and that’s when I thought I was free.”

"But the relentless pursuit by the archbishop's men and the city-wide wanted posters made me realize that I was still living in hell."

"So I killed them, at a great cost in the process. Then I destroyed the breeding factory that produced the pig-human hybrids, freeing the mothers who had suffered endless pain there. I also killed the archbishop and set the entire Paradise City ablaze."

"At that time, I thought I was free again."

Oink's voice sounded unusually weathered.

This kind of voice, unique to those who have weathered many storms, is full of weariness and helplessness.

"Finally, I walked to the wasteland outside Paradise City and climbed the high walls built from the ruins of the old world. They had told us that a demon roamed outside the walls and that Paradise City was the safest place."

Even so, I am willing to take the risk, even if what awaits me is truly a demon, I will die without regret.

"Finally, I saw the legendary demon, the demon that had terrified me my whole life."

"It's so beautiful."

As he said this, a tear welled up in Oink's eyes.

The scene he witnessed at that moment is still vivid in his mind: there were no demons outside the city walls, only the setting sun that had already sunk below the horizon.

The demon had always been deep within them—the fear of freedom.

That was a demon that bound minds.

Wu Wang remained silent.

He knew this was not Oink's fate; in fact, in the story, the Butcher of Paradise was still arrested and imprisoned.

Because from his vantage point atop the high walls, the burning Paradise City within looked like a smoking "volcano."

Beyond the high walls, countless such "craters" stretch across the wilderness to the horizon.

He destroyed only one of the most insignificant Paradise Cities; countless others bared their fangs at him like demons.

In the end, Oink could not escape the devil's clutches and was arrested, imprisoned, and hanged.

“The moment I was hanged, I felt more human than ever before,” Oink said quietly. “People called me a killer, a butcher, but no one called me a beast or a pig anymore.”

"At the very moment the gallows opened, I felt an unprecedented power surge from the depths of my heart. I tore open a gap in that world and escaped."

"At that moment, I thought I was free again."

Oink's expression was slightly desperate.

Looking at the butcher's knife in his hand, he couldn't help but tremble. He said slowly and seriously, "Unfortunately, I found that I had only escaped from one prison to another."

"So I began my wanderings, traveling between different worlds in search of true freedom."

"It was from then on that I learned of the existence of the Five Venerable Ones. They seemed to be very interested in people like me. Fortunately, I have always been very careful and have never gone to their world."

"But this time, I failed."

“This was originally a world where no Venerable Ones had ever set foot, and it was also a transit point that I intended to use as a stepping stone.”

"However, just as I arrived, this world was invaded by a Venerable One. I did not have time to escape and was trapped in this place, once again shackled to freedom."

"He told me that His name is—[Chaos]."

"He wants me to be His spokesperson."

(End of this chapter)