I sparked a mysterious resurgence in Marvel.

Chapter 181 Flesh Monster

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Suddenly, the passage in front of the clown Erin began to look strange.

"tread······"

Accompanied by the sound of footsteps.

Suddenly, a trickle of water began to gush out from the gaps around the passageway.

These streams of water were initially transparent and pure, but they quickly turned crimson, a blood-red, intensely rich crimson.

The color of blood reflected in the eyes of the clown Erin, and also reflected in his almost frozen gaze.

"This is······"

No.

It's not just the gaps around the passageway.

Even the passageway itself seems to be undergoing some unknown change.

The upper half of the passageway wall was relatively clean and tidy, but by this point, it had become old and mottled.

The walls, layer upon layer, looked as if they had been soaked in blood, and were covered with bulging plaster.

Within those bulging patches of plaster, one could vaguely discern some kind of dark red liquid flowing.

It seemed that behind the bulging plaster was not air, but clumps of foul-smelling blood.

At the top of the passageway, in the lamps that should have been used for illumination but were extinguished by the wires, one could almost see cold, malicious, dark pupils, coldly watching the clown Erin who was about to step into the depths of the passageway.

Before the increasingly eerie passageway, the clown Erin couldn't help but stop in his tracks.

Even the last trace of a smile vanished from his face beneath the mask.

"This feeling..."

"Why do I feel a strange sense of familiarity with this?"

Looking at the eerie passageway in front of him, the clown Erin suddenly had a flash of inspiration, as if he remembered the source of this sense of familiarity.

"The potion is out of control..."

"Flesh and blood mutation..."

"Corruption by an evil god..."

Damn it, why does this style look so much like those stories where the body's internal magic potions go out of control, causing mutations?

Or is this another eerie place that has been contaminated by the aura of an evil god?

Upon recalling the source of this sense of familiarity, the corner of Clown Erin's mouth twitched involuntarily a few times.

Damn it.

The evil priest we encountered before, and Sloan from the textile factory, were one thing, but how come this creepy thing with a Kreece-esque style has also appeared on Kingpin's side?

Damn it.

Is this still the Marvel universe I remember?

Could it be that not only are there supervillains who threaten to destroy the world at the drop of a hat, but now even those unpredictable and mysterious evil gods are going to get involved in this world?

Or is it...?

Those evil gods have long since extended their claws into this world.

Looking back on this period, I recall the things I encountered one after another that shouldn't exist in this world.

The clown Erin's eyes grew serious.

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He glanced behind him at the tunnel, which had been destroyed by explosives and was half-buried.

The clown, Erin, shrugged.

"Now that we're here, let's take a good look at what's really going on with this Kim Bin!"

After taking a deep breath.

The clown, Erin, took another step forward.

However, if you observe carefully...

You'll notice that this time, the clown Erin seems to be much more cautious with every step he takes.

"Clatter!"

With each step he took, the clown Erin's toes would leave a shallow puddle in the seemingly blood-soaked passageway, splashing out a trail of blood.

Amidst the blooming blood flowers, ripples spread from the toes of the clown Erin.

As the story of the clown Erin continues to unfold...

The pool of blood that covered the passageway had also become viscous.

Even the color turned into a dark, almost blackish red.

At the same time, the stench of blood and decay in the air grew even heavier.

It seems like we haven't gone very far.

It was as if a long period of time had passed in the passageway.

Deep within the passageway, a dim, yellowish-brown light seemed to appear.

"Are we nearing the exit?"

With a flick of his finger, he sent a flimsy paper figure flying, which then stuck to a corner at the top of the passageway.

Clown Erin then walked straight toward the exit of the glowing tunnel.

As the clown Erin ventured deeper, each step he took created an ankle-deep crater beneath his feet.

After the clown Erin withdrew his toe, the thick, dark red blood plasma seemed to solidify, failing to heal for a long time.

This left the clown Erin with clear footprints in the passageway behind him.

Meanwhile, the walls of the passageway surrounding the clown Erin seemed to come alive, displaying textures of flesh and blood.

Those bulging walls had now turned into pieces of rotting flesh and blood.

Meanwhile, the deathly gray-brown pupils at the top of the passage stared intently at Erin's back, radiating an indescribable malice.

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"call······"

The moment his legs stepped out of the escape tunnel, the clown Erin's vision suddenly opened up.

A huge restaurant then came into view of the clown, Erin.

A luxurious black and gold marble restaurant, long stone dining tables, and huge crystal chandeliers suddenly appeared before the clown Erin.

However, all of this was now shrouded in a dim, bloody light.

The huge carpet in the center of the restaurant was covered with a sticky, bloody liquid.

As the gaze moves upward, the restaurant's tables, chairs, and even the crystal chandeliers hanging upside down from the ceiling are covered with a network of patterns resembling veins.

The crystal chandelier, which should have been bright, emitted an eerie bloody glow under the cover of blood.

This enormous restaurant, which should have been luxurious, was transformed into a bloody and terrifying hell on earth.

And on those blood vessels that were woven into a blood network, dense black hairs grew as if they were rotten and moldy.

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After scanning the area, he quickly memorized everything about the blood-red restaurant.

The clown Erin then turned his gaze towards him.

After joining the restaurant.

The place was marked with the words "slaughter," but inside it was a darkness that seemed to devour everything.

As the clown Erin gazed at the darkness that seemed to devour everything.

From the darkness that exuded a chilling aura, a voice that seemed to be constantly suppressing something suddenly rang out.

"I never expected you to be the last one to walk out of the passage. It seems that Bullseye finally died at your hands after all. What a pity! If only I had known..."

With this sudden sound.

Clown Erin, who had somehow acquired a fine monocle over his right eye, slowly peered through the thick darkness.

Finally, they saw the enormous monster hidden in the darkness.

Looking at the enormous monster reflected deep within his pupils, the clown Erin let out a soft gasp.

He found it difficult to describe what the enormous monster looked like.

His body, seemingly made up of clumps of flesh and blood, was covered with large, rotting wounds. From these wounds, twisted, reddish-brown blood vessels protruded, like tentacles of all sizes, spreading wildly outwards.

Then it inserted itself into the blood-soaked corpses scattered throughout the slaughterhouse, continuously extracting some kind of substance from their flesh and blood.

In some severely decayed areas, the reddish-brown blood vessels seemed impatient, roughly dragging a strong corpse and forcibly stuffing it into their rotting bodies.

seem······

Filling in that rotten, empty space.

Among those blood-soaked corpses.

There were huge pig and cow carcasses, and also... pale-faced human corpses.

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"If I had known he would die at your hands, I should have made him a part of me, truly integrated into me."

When the clown Erin saw the rotting, gigantic monster, a sigh that sounded like regret emanated from the center of that monster's enormous head, whose original features were no longer discernible.

"What a pity, Bullseye's body is much stronger than these trash..."

As the story goes, the head, which had swelled to half a meter in size, suddenly raised itself, and a fierce light shot out from the depths of its fleshy eyes.

"Since you killed my most loyal subordinate, then you shall take his place and become a part of me!"

As he spoke, a delicate black cane suddenly emerged from the depths of the flesh and blood that had almost engulfed the entire room.

Accompanied by a "sizzle" sound.

From that exquisite black cane, a laser beam shot out toward Erin, who was standing at the entrance of the passage.

"Wow, laser, how scary..."

With an exaggerated expression on his face, the clown Erin dodged to the side almost the instant the cane was aimed at him, avoiding the laser that pierced a deep hole in the wall behind him.

"snort!"

He was surprised to see that the clown Erin had actually dodged his attack.

A flash of anger crossed the eyes of the enormous monster in the slaughterhouse, and then it swung its jet-black staff with a sudden, sweeping motion.

The dangerous laser beam shooting out from the cane transformed into a dangerous lightsaber as it moved, slashing towards the clown Erin who had just dodged the direct laser beam.

"How scary, how scary..."

While yelling how terrifying the clown Erin was, his body seemed boneless as he instantly formed a steel bridge, dodging the sweeping laser attack with a flick of his wrist.

The special black throwing knife seized from Bullseye drew a graceful arc in mid-air, flashing past like a shooting star, instantly traversing layers of space, and then making a "ding".

It clung to that exquisite, jet-black cane.

Almost at the very moment of impact.

A barely perceptible glint flashed across the jet-black, explosive throwing knife.

Followed by.

A deafening explosion, as powerful as a C4 bomb, erupted.

Rumble!

The violent explosion destroyed the exquisite black cane, followed by heat waves and shockwaves that spread outwards in layers.

And the monster, which was so close at hand, was the first to be hit.

*Pfft*

The rotting flesh was instantly torn apart by the heat wave and shockwave generated by the explosion.

Pieces of rotting flesh were shattered into countless pieces, scattering wildly across the sky.

In the blink of an eye.

The enormous fleshy monster, which filled most of the slaughterhouse, was blasted into a huge crater half a meter deep.

After the heatwave and the shockwave from the explosion dissipated.

A large, fat hand reached out from beside the monster's enormous head in the center.

After wiping away the splattered blood and foam from its face, the obese, deformed giant head let out a sinister laugh.

"A bullseye-sized explosive throwing knife?"

"Heh, this little thing can't kill me!"

With the giant monster's savage grin, twisted, blood-red tendrils surged forth from the wounds blasted open by the clown Erin. They instantly covered a distance of seven or eight meters, swiftly wrapping around the fleshy corpses that had been blown away by the explosion, then dragging them back and stuffing them into the gaping hole blasted into the monster itself.

The corpses stuffed into the blood pit, with the writhing of blood-red tentacles, seemed to sprout blood-red tendrils from their bodies. Soon, these corpses were rapidly assimilated, becoming part of the monster.

After being assimilated, those faces—whether pigs, cows, or humans—suddenly all looked up, staring coldly at the clown not far away.

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"Huh!"

The clown Erin looked at the monster not far away that still retained a sliver of reason and let out a soft exclamation.

"Even after being distorted into such a grotesque form, it can still resist the pollution of the mutation and maintain a certain degree of rationality. This willpower is simply unbelievable!"

"However, with such a powerful will, how did Kingpin end up in this horrible state?"

Although the enormous fleshy monster in front of the clown Erin was so distorted that it was no longer human.

But judging from what it just said, and that iconic cane...

The Joker Erin was now certain that the enormous, seemingly out-of-control, mutated monster before him was none other than Kingpin himself.

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"Become one with me, immortal clown. I can feel the immense power within you. After consuming you, I will become even stronger."

Accompanied by Kingpin's roar.

The space, contaminated by the Kingpin aberration, seemed to begin to tremble.

next second.

One after another, writhing, blood-red tentacles shot out from all directions, and the blood vessels that formed a bloody net on the tables, chairs, furniture, floors, walls, and ceilings suddenly came to life amidst Kingpin's roar.

Like sharp spikes shooting out.

They launched their fiercest attack on the clown, Erin.

(End of this chapter)