Borrowing Someone

It's still the same massage parlor.

However, the masseuse had an extra job today, and her expression was quite unpleasant.

The massages for the class monitor and Luo Di had finished, and the two of them were sitting nearby, eating snacks and fruit, watching TV and chatting leisurely.

Meanwhile, the masseuse was doing a job she dreaded by the pool: giving a deep cleaning of a stinky pig's head, which even required using her fingers to reach inside the pig's head.

After all, she was one of the signature masseuses here, always serving distinguished members.

Most importantly, this pig's head stank horribly, and you could constantly wash out filth from inside it, including disgusting things like cockroach shells, organ tissues, and inner skin hairs.

She accidentally pulled a foul-smelling, pitch-black small intestine out of a pig's ear, almost making her vomit.

It took her a full half hour to finally clean the whole pig's head. Just as she was about to hand it over to her client, she suddenly heard a pig squeal.

The sound seemed to be coming from inside a pig's head. Although it was just a pig's squeal, she could barely understand it. The other party seemed to be expressing some kind of gratitude.

at the same time,

The masseuse also received a tip transfer equivalent to her daily wage.

Just as she turned around to express her gratitude, she found that the two customers had disappeared. When she turned back again, the pig's head in the washbasin was also gone.

[Corner Space (Portable)]

The nursing home, once hidden among the streets,

The class monitor partially transformed the room to resemble the space she desired.

Of course, most of them still need to maintain the appearance of a nursing home to avoid revealing their identities.

Apart from her bedroom, the class monitor almost completely recreated her home in Jupiter City.

The ground floor features a spacious single-level layout and a private garden.

Tutoring sessions were usually conducted at home, with teachers coming to the house for sports-related competitive training in the private garden.

current,

The class monitor, now transformed back into Wu Wen, was doing basic warm-up exercises in the garden.

However, she is no longer a student who needs tutoring, but has become a tutor.

The student who needed to be taught was the young man opposite him with a pig's head hanging from his waist.

"Squad leader, didn't you hate your old family and yourself? Why are you still reliving those old family scenes?"

"I've already compromised with my former self. You should know why, right? Come on, stay in human form and use all your strength to kill me, just like that night."

"OK."

Luo Di didn't need any thought process at all.

The moment he looked up at the class monitor, his eyes were pierced by blood. There was no such thing as friend or ally in his gaze; he regarded the other person as an absolute enemy.

The tutoring session lasted the entire morning.

In addition to the sounds of flesh colliding, cutting, and metal clashing, there were also sounds of pigs being slaughtered.

At the end,

The squad leader, covered in blood, stood smiling at Luo Di not far away.

"Today's tutoring session is over! I'm going to cook now, and the food will be ready by the time you've recovered."

The class monitor walked back into the house along the pebbled path in the backyard, intending to show off the cooking skills she had learned from video websites.

The faint squeals of pigs and the subtle sounds of flesh healing still lingered in the garden.

Ashes scattered,

It landed on Luo Di, whose body was covered in fractures. His ears had been completely cut off, his mouth had been ripped open horizontally, and at least five pounds of flesh had been cut off from his body.

Exhausted and seriously injured.

Luo Di can only accelerate his body's repair through the Hell Spine.

The pig's head was in a terrible state as well; its ears were all cut off, its tongue was pulled out, and its teeth were scattered everywhere.

Although the pig's head is essentially a Corner-transforming item and can recover as long as the pituitary gland is not damaged, this level of damage is truly profound.

However, the class monitor kindly left behind a vial, a vial from the nursing home that was the complete opposite of 'aging'.

After Luo Di's left arm regained some mobility, he immediately inserted an injection into the pig's head, and it began to recover rapidly with a squeal.

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

Because of their commonality in terms of killing, we might be able to try to inject the attributes of True Hell into them in the future.

Forty minutes passed.

Luo Di's protruding back gradually receded into his body, and he limped back to the restaurant.

The class monitor, wearing a floral apron for cooking, brought out the last stewed winter melon and pork rib soup. On the table, there was already a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes and shredded pork with green peppers.

Luo Di's face was still bleeding from a piercing wound, so he probably wouldn't be able to swallow more than half of what he was eating.

"It's alright, this table has a built-in heater, so the dishes won't get cold. Let's talk about it after you've recovered, otherwise, we won't be able to give an accurate evaluation of the taste."

I'll try to be gentler next time I tutor you, so you won't feel so uncomfortable.

"Who told you to treat me like a teacher at all? You started off like you were about to kill an enemy, it was terrifying!"

Luo Di, however, seemed completely unconcerned. Although the injuries appeared severe, they were actually just superficial wounds that could be quickly repaired using the spine.

"Next time you can make it even more intense, I can still handle it."

So, class monitor, where do you rank in the sorority?

"Level? That's a complicated word. If we're talking about overall level, I'd probably be second or third to last among the core members of the sorority I was in at the time."

If it's purely about direct combat, I'd be last.

"If we're only discussing direct combat, what about Isabella and that zombie?"

"Isabella's situation is very special. Whether or not she has the home advantage of being in a nursing home is very important, and it's hard to give a specific evaluation of her level. If I had to give one, she would probably be second to last or third to last."

As for Shia, she's always been second in line, which is quite terrifying.

However, I have been away from the sorority for two years. My position will inevitably be replaced, and in the meantime, some veterans will move to the sidelines while newcomers fill the vacancies.

Don't worry, it's not like we're asking you to fight them. We're just going to a rally.

Okay~ Your mouth is almost healed, hurry up and eat some of the food I made, try it!

After savoring each dish slowly, Luo Di nodded and said, "Delicious."

The latter's face was as bright as a blooming flower; she was overjoyed, seemingly happier than anything that had happened recently.

Mr. D's outstanding performance has boosted the popularity of the Fighting Arena, but it has also caused the Fighting Arena some headaches.

This will make the upcoming third match crucial; they must find a Pseudo-Human who is on par with Mr. D and has sufficient performance ability.

There is currently no such character among the training Pseudo-Human in the Fighting Arena.

Left with no other choice

They had no choice but to seek help from the City Research Bureau, hoping to borrow a containment object, and would offer 60% of the competition's profits as compensation afterwards.

In the special city of Pluto City, ordinary and low-level Pseudo-Human identified from all over the country are sent here. Due to the large number of them, there are occasional instances of "picking up the leftovers."

Shia from the sorority is a case in point. Although she was initially deemed a zombie of little value, she made rapid progress afterward.

Some Pseudo-Human who develop rapidly and have some value are often labeled as Research Bureau and imprisoned.

These special Pseudo-Human cannot be borrowed at will.

The owner of the Fighting Arena had written similar applications before, and nine out of ten were rejected. The Pseudo-Human that could be borrowed were basically some low-value "leftovers".

But this time was different.

After the boss wrote down Mr. D's personal value and explained the importance of the third game, he submitted the loan request and surprisingly received a response very quickly.

The Research Bureau provided a very suitable, yet also very dangerous, Pseudo-Human.

Moreover, this Pseudo-Human is not from Mental Hospital, but from the Pluto City prison.

It was a serious offender who developed a "Mind Corner" while serving his sentence. He was immediately sent to the City Research Bureau and detained there. To this day, very few people know about it.

The containment methods provided by the Research Bureau go beyond simply conducting research; they also involve the proper nurturing of these valuable Pseudo-Human. Of course, the ultimate goal remains the same.

In order to obtain a better pituitary gland.

Hiss!

Multiple hydraulic valves opened, and the heavy door slowly sank.

The cell, designed like a prison cell, contains a special restraint chain.

The chains not only bound the Pseudo-Human's limbs, but also bound each of his fingers.

The mouth was also sealed with metal welding, and opening the mouth was prohibited.

After making eye contact with him, the owner of the Fighting Arena's expression turned somewhat grim. "Won't this thing kill Mr. D? That won't be good for the Fighting Arena's development, and we'll lose a lot of money too."

The head of the Research Bureau had prepared a special drug in advance. "Give him an injection of a visualization inhibitor before the competition, which can suppress the Phobia-concretization to below 50%. This is the only one we can borrow. If that doesn't work, then so be it."