Deep in the Living
Chapter 140 - 134 Borrowing People (Thanks to the Alliance Hierarch CYBER for the reward)

Chapter 140: Chapter 134 Borrowing People (Thanks to the Alliance Hierarch CYBER for the reward)

Still the same massage parlor,

Only today the massage therapist has an additional job and her expression is quite unpleasant.

The massage sessions for the class leader and Luo Di have ended; they are sitting nearby, eating snacks and fruit, watching TV and chatting leisurely.

Meanwhile, the massage therapist is beside the sink, engaging in a task she greatly detests—deep cleaning a foul-smelling pig head, even having to use proliferated fingers to reach inside the pig’s head.

After all, she is the signature massage therapist here, always serving members of high status.

Most importantly, this pig head smells horrific, constantly emitting dirty substances from inside, including things like cockroach-like exoskeletons, organ tissues, and grotesque inner linings.

At one point, she even pulled out a foul-smelling black intestine from the pig’s ear, nearly causing her to vomit.

It took her a whole half hour to finally clean the entire pig head, just as she was about to hand it over to the customer, she suddenly heard a pig squeal.

The sound seemed to come from inside the pig head, and surprisingly she could barely understand it—the entity seemed to be expressing some sort of gratitude.

At the same time,

The massage therapist also received a tip equal to her day’s wage.

Just as she turned around to express her gratitude, she realized both customers had vanished. When she turned back, the pig head in the sink had disappeared.

[Corner-like Space (Portable)]

Once concealed among urban alleys, a nursing home,

Partially transformed by the class leader into her desired room style,

Of course, most of it still maintained the appearance of a nursing home to avoid exposing her identity.

Besides her bedroom, the class leader almost completely recreated her home in Jupiter City.

A large one-story floor with a private garden.

The tutoring sessions are usually held with teachers coming to her home, directly conducting physical combat training in the private garden.

Currently,

The class leader, back in her Wu Wen form, is doing basic warm-up exercises in the garden.

However, now she is no longer the student who needs tutoring, but has become a tutoring teacher.

The student needing the lesson is the young man with a pig head slung around his waist.

"Class leader, didn’t you use to hate your old home and yourself? Why are you recreating it now?"

"I’ve made peace with my past self, and you should know the reason, right? Come on, keep your human form, and strike me down with all your might, just like that night."

"Alright."

Luo Di didn’t need any mental transition,

In the instant he looked up at the class leader, his pupils were penetrated by blood vessels. There was no hint of friends or partners in his gaze, only viewing the other as a mortal enemy.

This tutoring session lasted an entire morning,

Involving physical collisions, cutting, and the sounds of metal impacts, additionally mixed with the sounds of pigs being slaughtered.

At the end,

Covered in fresh blood, the class leader cheerfully approached Luo Di, not far away.

"Today’s tutoring is over! I’m going to cook now, by the time you recover, the food will be just ready to serve."

The class leader walked back inside the house along the stone path in the backyard, planning to show off the cooking skills she learned from online videos.

In the garden, faint pig squeals and subtle sounds of bodily healing lingered.

Ashes drifted,

Falling on Luo Di, who suffered extensive fractures all over his body, his ears completely cut off, and mouth horizontally slit, with at least five pounds of flesh sliced from his body.

Exhausted and severely injured.

Luo Di could only rely on Hell’s Spine to speed up his bodily repairs.

The pig head fared no better, with its ears all sliced open, even the tongue removed, and teeth scattered everywhere.

Despite the pig head being essentially a Cornered Tool, as long as the pituitary gland is intact, it can recover, but the level of damage was severe.

However, the class leader kindly left behind an injection, an injectable from the nursing home utterly contrary to ’aging’.

After Luo Di’s left arm slightly regained its mobility, he directly plunged the injection into the pig head, and with a squeal, it began to heal rapidly.

Looking at the pig head, Luo Di was quite satisfied.

Given the shared nature in killing, he might try infusing attributes of True Hell into it later.

Forty minutes had passed.

Luo Di slowly retracted the protruding spine back into his body and limped back to the restaurant.

The squad leader, wearing a floral cooking apron, brought out the last pot of winter melon pork rib soup. The table was already set with stir-fried tomatoes with eggs and green pepper pork shreds.

Luo Di’s facial wound, which pierced through, hadn’t healed yet. He estimated that less than half of the food would actually make it into his stomach if he tried to eat now.

"No worries, this table has a built-in heating feature; the dishes won’t get cold. Let’s wait until you’ve healed. Otherwise, you won’t be able to give a proper taste evaluation.

I’ll try to go easier on you in the next lesson, so it’s not as painful for you.

Who told you to not treat me as a teacher and go all out as if you were trying to kill an enemy right from the start? It was terrifying."

Luo Di appeared utterly indifferent. Though the injuries seemed severe, they were merely superficial and would heal rapidly with the help of his spine.

"I can handle it being more intense next time. I’ll still be fine.

By the way, squad leader, where do you rank in the Sisterhood in terms of skill?"

"Skill? That’s a complicated term. If we talk about overall skill, within the core members of the Sisterhood I was part of, I was probably the second or third from the bottom.

If we’re talking strictly about frontal killing, I would definitely be the last."

"If we just discuss frontal killing, where do Isabella and the zombie stand?"

"Isabella’s situation is unique. Whether there’s a nursing home advantage is very crucial; it’s hard to gauge her level accurately. If I must give a placement, she’d likely also be second or third from the bottom.

As for Shea, she’s always been the second from the top, extremely terrifying.

However, I left the Sisterhood two years ago. My spot has definitely been replaced by others, and some veterans might have retired to the Corner while newcomers filled their positions.

Don’t worry, we’re not going there to fight them; we’re just attending a meeting.

Okay~ Your mouth should have recovered by now, hurry up and try my cooking, taste it!"

Luo Di chewed each dish slowly and deliberately before nodding, "Delicious."

The latter’s face bloomed like flowers, overwhelmingly delighted, seemingly happier than over anything else that happened recently.

...

Due to Mr.D’s excessively brilliant performance, while it significantly boosted the popularity of the Fighting Hall, it also caused quite a headache for them.

This made the upcoming third match crucial; they must find a Pseudo-Person who could match Mr.D in strength and had sufficient performance flair.

Currently, there was no such character among the Fighting Hall’s reserved Pseudo-Persons.

Left with no choice,

they had to seek help from the City Research Bureau, hoping to borrow a contained object, offering 60% of the match’s profits as compensation thereafter.

In a special city like Mingwang City, ordinary and low-level Pseudo-People screened from all over the country are sent here. Due to the many numbers, there are occasional underestimations.

Shea from the Sisterhood was such a case; although initially judged to have little value as a zombie, she advanced dramatically later on.

Some Pseudo-People who develop rapidly and have potential value are often labeled and imprisoned by the Research Bureau.

These special Pseudo-People are not the kind that can be borrowed at will.

The owner of the Fighting Hall had written similar ’applications’ before, nine out of ten times they were rejected; those Pseudo-People that could be borrowed were mostly of relatively low value "scraps".

But this time was different,

after the owner detailed Mr.D’s personal value and stressed the importance of the third match, the loan application was submitted and surprisingly, it was quickly responded to.

The Research Bureau offered a very suitable yet very perilous Pseudo-Person.

Moreover, this Pseudo-Person did not come from the Psychiatric Hospital, but from the prison of Mingwang City.

He was a convict who developed a "Thought Corner" during his sentence and was immediately sent to be imprisoned by the City Research Bureau, and until now, very few people knew about it.

The containment method provided by the Research Bureau not only involved research but also the rational cultivation of such valuable Pseudo-People. Of course, the ultimate goal was the same.

To obtain a better pituitary.

Hiss hiss hiss!

Multiple hydraulic valves opened, the heavy door slowly descended.

Inside the containment cell designed as a prison cell, a special restraint chain was set up.

The chains not only confined the Pseudo-Person’s limbs but also wrapped around each of his fingers.

His mouth was also sealed shut with metal, prohibiting him from opening it.

After the owner of the Fighting Hall made eye contact with him, his expression turned unsightly, "This thing might kill Mr.D, right? That wouldn’t be good for the development of the Fighting Hall, and we’d lose quite a bit of money."

The person in charge from the Research Bureau had already prepared a special drug, "Give him a shot of the concrete inhibitor before the match, which can suppress the Fear Embodiment to below 50%. This is the only one we can lend; if that’s not acceptable, then let’s leave it at that."