Good News

I don't know how much time has passed.

The squad leader, who was lying next to the hospital bed, smacked his lips as if he were dreaming of delicious food, until he slowly woke up by biting the pillow.

As soon as her vision cleared, she saw Luo Di, whose head was wrapped in bandages, staring at her through the gap, which startled her so much that she sat up straight.

"Ah~ you're awake."

The squad leader wiped away the drool while trying to wake up his still somewhat groggy brain.

"Did you pass the sorority's assessment?"

"Alright, alright~ They're already gone, you can use your Hellish Ability without worry."

"Um."

The sound of his back moving filled the ward.

Streams of hot, fresh bone marrow immediately flowed throughout his body, and scorching steam spread across the bed, raising Luo Di's body temperature to over 50°C. Moreover, all the cells in his body were able to function normally, even efficiently, under such high temperatures.

The squad leader rested his chin on his hands. "You're not happy with the feeling of being suppressed, are you? If you were allowed to use Hell Form, that pervert would probably be killed by you in two moves."

"Simple killing cannot provide nutrition to the spine."

This is exactly the feeling I need, and I will probably continue to participate in competitions as Mr. D in the future.

Just three matches, especially the last one, had already filled me halfway up my spine. This kind of pure, brutal fighting seems to suit the tastes of True Hell.

The class monitor forced out his usual gentle smile from when he was in school, "I guessed you'd like this place, but I didn't expect you to like it this much... It seems you're not just enjoying the fighting, but also the attention from the audience."

Anyway, thank you for your hard work.

The squad leader reached out his hand, perhaps because the touch was completely different, or perhaps for some other reason.

Luo Di quickly moved his arm back under the covers, turning his gaze to the ceiling. "Next week I can attend the rally, right?"

"Yes, in seven days."

"Besides disguising myself as Mr. D, is there anything else I need to be careful about?"

"There's nothing particularly noteworthy. I'll remind you of some details before you leave. You've just come back from the brink of death, so get some rest."

"Wu Wen ..." Luo Di suddenly turned his head and called out the class monitor's real name, "What is your ultimate purpose in trying to get me to join the sorority? Although I am also very interested, this matter needs to be made clear in advance."

The squad leader did not respond immediately, but instead reached under the covers and grabbed Luo Di's hand again, this time holding it very tightly.

"Although hell has given me a second life, my essence remains unchanged, and the corner will always be my final resting place."

The constraints of the sorority and Isabella's death left me with only one path... and it's a path I'll find difficult to walk alone.

Luo Di did not respond, but he also did not pull his hand away.

Just as the atmosphere became slightly strange,

Ding-dong!

The doorbell for the ward rang.

"Please come in."

The person who pushed open the door was the owner of the Fighting Arena, a double-door refrigerator-sized man in a White suit, holding a pig's head covered in stitches.

"Mr. D, your pig head is fixed now. By the way, is the air conditioning on in here? Why is it so hot?"

The boss was so hot that he took off his suit and put a pig's head on the bedside table.

"Is there something you need?"

When Luo Di coldly retorted, the boss suddenly realized that he seemed to have arrived at the wrong time.

The boss glanced at the female member sitting on the opposite hospital bed, her whole body wrapped in a latex suit, before turning his gaze back to Luo Di.

"Ahem! To make a long story short, I'm here to give you some good news. The Investigation Bureau seems to be paying close attention to your performance and wants you to go there directly after you're discharged from the hospital."

The Death Row K, whom you killed, is owned by the Research Bureau.

Following the above discussions, it was decided to donate the pituitary gland of a death row inmate to you, and it is very likely that they intend to train you to be an investigator.

The specifics of how it works are none of my business; I just happened to be passing by to let you know that we might be colleagues from now on.

Once you join the Investigation Bureau, you will naturally become a member of the Mercury Group.

Congratulations in advance!

If Mr. D does not choose to accept the pituitary gland of Death Row K and retains his human identity, he is welcome to continue to come to my Fighting Arena.

I guarantee I will arrange the best possible opponent for you and adjust our profit-sharing ratio as much as possible.

"It will come."

After receiving Mr. D's response, the boss left satisfied.

The squad leader took off his latex suit again and quickly fanned himself against his chest.

"The Investigation Bureau is quite generous. The pituitary gland of that death row inmate is mature and special, and has a high value. It's enough to create a decent full-time investigator. They just give it away like that."

How do you plan to use it?

"We'll see how it goes. Most likely, it'll be used to pay off debts; we owe Mr. Hook far too much."

"No need to rush~ You're already one of his people, what's there to say! Use it yourself if you can, even if it just increases your combat strength, it's a good thing."

"Go see him after you're discharged from the hospital."

With the life-giving energy provided by the squad leader and the assistance of the Hell Spine, the skull injury was quickly repaired.

He was discharged from the hospital just one day later. To ensure his human identity remained hidden, Luo Di still had his head wrapped in thick bandages, pretending he hadn't fully recovered.

certainly,

Exposure is impossible.

As long as the class monitor is present, part of her "disguise" can be separated. Some parasite-like substance has been implanted under Luo Di to assist in the disguise.

Even though Luo Di's match last night had just ended less than 24 hours ago, the craze for "D" had already spread throughout the Underground Eden, with newly painted graffiti featuring "D" appearing on many walls.

The theme is a mask, with a large "D" painted in bright red paint.

Luo Di could only deepen his disguise, pulling his hood down to avoid revealing his identity as much as possible.

The class monitor, however, was quite interested in such widespread dissemination.

"His reputation spread after just three games. Perhaps the identity of [Mr. D] can be used indefinitely to handle some things that are inconvenient for ' Luo Di '."

"Is that right, Mr. Di?"

Instead of responding, Luo Di posed another question, "Are there similar underground cities in other parts of the country?"

"Yes, but not as big as this one."

However, since the Mercury Group profits immensely from these underground locations, they will undoubtedly invest in even larger and more extensive "underground projects" in other cities. If you happen to be in another city at that time, you can simply contact the group's internal staff as Mr. Di, and perhaps they can fulfill your special needs.

"Um."

Suddenly, Luo Di's stomach growled rather uncooperatively.

Are there any restaurants or anything like that downstairs?

"You probably won't like it. Let's go out and buy some normal food to take home and eat."

These words, however, piqued Luo Di's curiosity.

What do people in the Underground Eden eat?

The squad leader shrugged. "Since everything down here is shady, the food must be the same."

"People?"

"It's not that bad, but it's about the same."

Some so-called human elites are either older or in poor health when they immigrated.

They are unlikely to accept something as stimulating as the pituitary gland, nor can they strengthen their bodies through exercise like young people.

Some of them were unwilling to grow old and even desired the 'power of the Pseudo-Human,' willing to pay exorbitant prices to consume special meats, even though these meats were likely useless; they were still willing to try.

Hearing this, Luo Di frowned. "You mean the Pseudo-Human killed in the Fighting Arena are disposed of in this way?"

"I've only heard about it; I've never eaten it."

I still prefer cooked food, especially the food you make, Luo Di! Shall we go to the market to buy groceries? Then we can cook together at home and see who cooks better, okay?

Then we'll rent some DVDs to watch back home, as a way of celebrating the success of our operation!

"Hmm... I'll buy some steamed buns or something to fill my stomach first."

Having just heard the squad leader's description, Luo Di had no appetite at all when passing by an underground shop selling overpriced grilled sausages, even though they smelled delicious.