You were given the authority to tame beasts, not to raise unspeakable animals.

The passageway was long and narrow. The slippery flesh walls writhed like intestines, as if one had crawled into the esophagus of some giant beast.

As they ventured deeper, a wave of heat washed over them. The damp, chilly air evaporated instantly, replaced by a nauseating, fishy-sweet smell. It was the smell of ten thousand tons of rotting fish carcasses being boiled in a biogas digester and then doused with cheap, century-old, expired flavoring.

The two team members could no longer suppress the churning in their stomachs and collapsed to their knees, dry heaving. The hunting dog, even through its gas mask, was breathing heavily and erratically.

Only Chen Mo, walking at the very front, raised his hand to fan his nose, his brows slightly furrowed. His expression didn't seem like he was in hell, but rather like he came home to find the trash can hadn't been emptied for three days.

"arrive."

Chen Mo stopped.

Ahead, the view suddenly opened up to reveal a huge spherical cavity.

On the dark red flesh walls, bluish-purple veins pulsated like pythons, delivering scalding hot acid. In the center stood a ghastly white bone cauldron. There was no fire at the bottom of the cauldron, only thousands of charred, withered hands emerging from the ground, frantically clawing and scrambling, emitting a scorching, acrid stench.

The scarlet figure hovered before the cauldron, its long, spinal staff stirring the colorful black mud within.

"The body is a cage, the soul is seasoning..."

The red-robed man's voice was hoarse and rough, like sandpaper grinding against eardrums. As he stirred, the black mud made muffled gurgling sounds, and countless distorted human faces rose and fell.

The hound's fingers twitched, and the alchemical revolver nearly slipped from his grasp. He recognized the figure from behind, the iconic spinal staff.

"S-Class Wanted Criminal! Morrow, the God Thief!"

The hound's bark was off-key.

"All personnel on alert! This is the target of a Level One kill order! That madman sacrificed half the city's inhabitants to refine..."

"Shoggoth".

Chen Mo's voice broke in, relaxed and casual.

In his view, a pot of boiling black mud was topped with a series of data.

【Protoplasmic Black Sludge (Shoggoth Mutant)】

The note stated that the La Leyer kitchen automatic dishwasher had questionable hygiene conditions.

"Now that you've recognized them, none of you should leave."

Moro turned around in mid-air. His face was as smooth as wax, his prosthetic eyes flashed red light wildly, and his mouth, split to the roots of his ears, was full of shark-like sharp teeth.

"I was initially worried that this soup lacked a certain spirit... but it's exactly what I was looking for."

The long staff was raised high, and a piercing whistle rang out.

"Dance, my children! Chew their bones!"

The bone cauldron exploded. Black sludge rose into the air, transforming into hundreds of tentacles covered in barbs and eyeballs, which rained down from all directions.

"Tekeli-li!"

A sinister howl pierced the brain. The hound closed its eyes in despair. This overwhelming attack was something no mortal could withstand.

The putrid wind pressure approached, carrying a suffocating malice.

However, the expected excruciating pain did not arrive.

I said…

The boy's voice pierced through the howling wind and was clearly audible.

"You've made a mess of oil everywhere, are you blind?"

Chen Mo stood still, even taking a half-step back in disgust, as if afraid of getting his shoes covered in the splattered black mud. His tone contained no fear, only impatience with the cleaner's mistake.

The tentacles, which were waving wildly, froze abruptly less than a centimeter from Chen Mo's nose.

Hundreds of sharp spikes hovered in mid-air, their eyeballs at the top trembling wildly, reflecting the boy's face, which was filled with disgust.

To outsiders, he was a frail high school student. But to Shoggoth, with his ancient genetic perception, what stood before him was not human, but a rift connecting to the abyss. Behind that tiny body lurked an ancient ruler who had just awakened.

Absolute class oppression awakened the fearful memories of being repeatedly used as a rag hundreds of millions of years ago.

"You've made such a mess, do you want to go back to the sewers and eat rats?"