Deep in the Living
Chapter 188 - 181: Surpassing the Agony of Death (Two-in-One Mega - )_2

Chapter 188: Chapter 181: Surpassing the Agony of Death (Two-in-One Mega Chapter)_2

Sprouting from within, stalks resembling the structure of arms burst out frantically, each as thick as a quarter of a regular human arm.

The flower pistils elongate and firmly grasp the deceased’s arms, stopping their slashing motion.

Moreover, the number of these flower pistils keeps multiplying, continuously emerging from the split face of Hua Yuan, spreading and entwining around the corpse’s body, also restraining the other hand.

What is taking shape is a full-body binding, a power profoundly different from Hua Yuan’s usual Invasion.

At this very moment,

Hua Yuan has transformed into a [Human Flower].

The internal structure of the brain is completely exposed,

even the origin of all flower pistils can be seen, that deepest-seated, floral-shaped pituitary. Such form is extremely dangerous; once the pituitary is severed, Hua Yuan would die on the spot.

Moreover,

it’s been a long time since Hua Yuan used this form, and she doesn’t like to use it either.

It’s a form that requires cooperation from others, a supportive stance, far less efficient in killing the enemy compared to an invader.

When this posture is taken,

Hua Yuan’s thoughts also drift back to the past, recalling the rare happy moments in her memories, back when she was only a few years old.

All the orphans were gathered together, sharing their dreams with the kind and affable Dean.

Investigator, scientist, teacher, boss—such dreams accounted for 99%.

But when it was Hua Yuan’s turn, her answer was utterly different.

≮Dean, when I grow up, I want to open a flower shop. That way, every child who comes to the orphanage can receive my fresh flowers, and I will prepare the best bouquet for the Dean.≯

However,

the onslaught of death swiftly dragged her back to reality.

The flower pistils entangling the corpse were effective in restricting movements, but waves of an aura known as death were seeping from under the deceased’s skin.

The pistils pressed against the skin’s surface have begun to wither extensively.

Hua Yuan knew all too well that she couldn’t hold on much longer.

Her throat was constricted,

she wanted to scream out a name.

It was at this moment,

a wave of heat surged over,

accompanied by a charred glow akin to that of Hell.

Luo Di, his entire body covered in crimson burns, had already arrived behind the corpse,

He would never use his trump card [Open Spine] unless he saw the Monster Avatar.

And now his Spine is not yet saturated; opening it would impose a Huge burden on his body, and it could be used only once. If he used it here, even if he killed the corpse, it would be difficult to leave the island afterward.

However,

Luo Di had already thought of another method.

Having tasted a nameless Fear upon witnessing the craters on the corpse’s face, he had an inspiration for slaughter.

If conventional killing and execution cannot cut through the opponent’s flesh,

then perhaps, he could employ another system that he possesses, confident in its success.

[Before the assembly]

In the Punishment Room and the Preaching Room,

Luo Di is here undergoing agonizingly slow Suffering training.

When his endurance reaches its limit, nearing physical explosion, he is granted a brief respite, a mere few minutes at most.

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ring the break,

Mr. Hook imparts an important lesson:

"Suffering has become your secondary system, but I reckon you will mainly focus on hacking.

You need to exercise divergent thinking. Direct slaughter is good, but an extra seasoning might make the killing even more delectable.

The Suffering I teach you,

not only can clear your thoughts and rejuvenate your brain.

It can also be inflicted upon others, making your slaughter smoother and more comfortable, thus achieving mutual progress of both systems."

"Isn’t torturing others unnecessary if a single slash can settle the matter?"

In Luo Di’s opinion, a true Murderer never tortures their prey but respects it and kills with a single, deadly strike.

Mr. Hook swings the Hook in his hand,

"No, no, no... Our Order’s Suffering is indeed used to torment the weak most of the time.

But in the entire Hell, neither the Spine that you belong to nor the plague you encounter on the battlefield dare provoke us.

Even though we’re just a small part, our total number is less than one-tenth or even one-hundredth of theirs, yet our status is equivalent to theirs—a piece that True Hell cannot lack.

Because we have the skills to deal with so-called powerhouses.

When you face those who cannot be executed or hacked, even the Slaughter Knife in your hand cannot enter their flesh,

Suffering might be able to help.

All matter experiences pain, even those already dead, whose flesh has decayed, can tremble, go mad, and scream from the spread of Suffering.

Pain represents the most fundamental and intense collision of matter, awakening anything dormant, thrusting it into chaos.

If you encounter a troublesome or unkillable enemy, make good use of the capability of Suffering I taught you.

Let your imagination run wild,

employ the root iron wires inside your Spine, within your arms, let your adversary experience true pain, try granting them a pain that transcends death.

Then, you will enjoy the true joy of pain."

...

Imagination.

Luo Di has been observing this special corpse,

darkness, death, and coffin—these are the keywords of the opponent, whose face just happens to have a deep pit structure, a dark structure, teeming with the dead.