Pain Beyond Death

Luo Di and Hua Yuan seem to have reached some kind of special cooperation.

The two didn't run for long.

Despair!

The tongue in his mouth suddenly tightened, rising high like a steel rod and striking forcefully, forcing Luo Di, who was running, to stop abruptly, his dark eyes quickly scanning the surrounding situation.

Hua Yuan also stopped. She seemed to sense something as well, something thicker and more dangerous.

Strangely,

There were no coffins in the area, and no running sounds were heard; the deceased did not seem to be chasing after them.

Sough!

A faint rustling of leaves was caught.

Their eyes immediately locked onto a tree directly in front of them, and from the darkness created by the shade, a barely noticeable black leather glove emerged.

It did not dig or crawl out, and the surrounding soil showed no signs of loosening.

Rather than crawling out, it was more like emerging from the darkness itself. This mode of movement was, to some extent, beyond the comprehension of the two individuals.

If I hadn't stopped in time, I would have collided head-on with the deceased.

They are currently about ten meters apart.

When the deceased fully emerges from the darkness and reveals their true form...

Both Luo Di and Hua Yuan experienced an indescribable fear on a visual level.

The deceased's distinctive enamel coin mask did not transfer with the darkness, thus revealing his face for the first time.

This is a face that has completely collapsed inward, like an endless pit.

As the deceased took a step forward, a beam of light shining through the leaves fell precisely on his face, illuminating the dark, deep pit within.

Deep within the face, at the very bottom of the deep pit.

Countless corpses were piled up inside, their bodies gleaming with a dull luster, becoming soft and like tentacles, connected end to end as lines.

wriggling,

Leaping,

crawling,

Flowing,

That chilling laughter was produced by the corpses pressing against each other.

Not mocking,

Instead, it welcomes the arrival and participation of living people.

As they saw this scene, a whisper entered their ears.

≮En'othk uulg'shuul (Death Sleep Black To)≯

Despite it being an unknown language, Luo Di and his companions actually understood it!

It's as if the brain has begun to accept this unknown language.

Or perhaps, they will be able to understand this language after seeing this image.

A luster called "black" also flickered between their brains.

But both of them had an extremely high resistance to fear, and they quickly suppressed it with their willpower. Their expressions became unusually firm, as if they had made some kind of decision.

Whoosh!

The two of them simultaneously scatter to the left and right.

Hua Yuan has returned to her usual Girl form, while the spiritual structure representing the [Intruder] has separated and remains ever-present.

The spirit body exhibits its clearest and most complete form.

It is the nightmare image that was ultimately formed by the group of invaders who once attacked Hua Yuan, after being filtered and integrated by her mind.

With a body far larger than that of ordinary people,

Arms covered in tattoos and extremely aggressive.

Various male heads appeared on the surface of the torso.

He wore tight-fitting trousers without Leather Straps on his lower body.

Hua Yuan ran to a relatively sharp tree, and his spirit arm grabbed it, uprooting the over three-meter-tall tree and making a javelin-throwing motion.

Throw!

The sharp-tipped branches of the tree were then thrown at the location of the dead.

Hehe~

Laughter came from behind.

The nearby tree was split in two, the cut surface of which was pitch black.

It could be due to throwing attacks or forest destruction.

The deceased had completely locked onto Hua Yuan and began to chase after him with an exaggerated running posture, doubling his speed.

After throwing the objects, Hua Yuan began her escape, throwing anything large and heavy enough along the way, whether it was a tree or a rock, into her spirit's hands.

I thought I could buy some time.

No matter what was thrown or how fast it was thrown, anything that got close to the dead was cut down.

So-called procrastination is completely ineffective.

Hua Yuan once again had his spirit pull out the tree in front of him, and just as he was about to throw it... crack! A dark gleam fell instantly.

As the tree was cut down, Hua Yuan's other arm was also thrown into the air.

Even the intruder's spirit, formed from spiritual energy, was severed and dispersed.

My arm was broken, that's one thing.

The severing of his spirit directly damaged Hua Yuan's mental state, causing blood to seep from all seven orifices of his face, and his overall condition was extremely poor.

Strangely,

In a desperate situation where both arms were missing and blood was flowing from all seven orifices...

Hua Yuan felt neither fear nor did she try to escape.

Instead, he stood in front of the dead and laughed loudly.

It seems that they are using this extreme emotional outburst to suppress their inner fear.

It also seemed as if she was mocking herself for being the top member of the sorority, reduced to such a state.

It also seemed as if he was simply smiling, making some kind of preparation.

The deceased showed no pity or hesitation.

The black blade, raised high above his head, slashed downwards.

At that very moment,

"Blooming Flower"

Hua Yuan uttered a single word softly.

Her face immediately Corner-transformation.

This is an external change that every Mature Imposter can develop, known as "the flesh and blood corner".

Often used for shaping Corner Space and for creating gaps together with other Pseudo-Human, it is a form of visual representation of Mind Corner.

However, Hua Yuan's situation is different.

When the flesh and blood on her face bloomed like flowers, her entire head was completely torn apart in the process, and her skin burst open.

One after another, pure white stamens, resembling arm-like structures, surged wildly from within.

* Approximately 1/4 the thickness of a normal person's arm.

The flower stamen extended and firmly grasped the deceased's arm, stopping the attacker's slashing motion.

Moreover, the number of these flower stamens increased, constantly gushing out from the cracked face of the Hua Yuan, spreading and wrapping around the body of the deceased, while also restricting the other hand of the person.

It is achieving a complete binding, a power that is completely different from Hua Yuan's usual aggression.

At this moment,

Hua Yuan has transformed into a [Human Flower].

The internal structure of the brain is completely exposed.

It can even reveal the origin of all the flower stamens, the flower-shaped pituitary gland hidden deep within. This form is extremely dangerous; if the pituitary gland is severed, Hua Yuan will die on the spot.

and,

Even Hua Yuan himself hasn't used this form in a long time, and he doesn't like using it.

This is a form that requires the cooperation of others; it is a supportive form and is far less efficient at killing enemies than the attacker.

When this gesture is displayed

Hua Yuan's thoughts also drifted back to the past, recalling rare moments of happiness from when she was only a few years old.

All the orphans were gathered together and told the kind and gentle director about their dreams.

The dream of becoming an investigator, scientist, teacher, or boss accounts for 99%.

When it was Hua Yuan's turn, she received a completely different answer.

"Director, when I grow up, I want to open a flower shop. That way, every child who comes to the Orphanage can receive flowers from me, and I'll even prepare the best bouquet for the director."

However,

The approach of death quickly dragged her back to reality.

Although the flower stamens wrapped around the dead body effectively restricted their movements, a sense of death was seeping out from under their skin.

The flower stamens that were clinging to the skin's surface had begun to wither in large numbers.

Hua Yuan knew very well that she couldn't hold on for much longer.

Her throat was constricted.

She wanted to shout out a name.

It was at this moment that

A wave of heat swept over them.

Along with it came the scorched earth glow, just like that of hell.

Luo Di, his body covered in bright red scorch marks, had already arrived behind the deceased.

Luo Di will never use his trump card, [Spine Split], until he sees the monster in its true form.

Moreover, his spine is not yet fully developed, and opening it would place a huge burden on his body, limiting its use to only one time. If used here, even if the victim is killed, it will be difficult to leave the island afterward.

but,

Luo Di has come up with another way.

When Roddy saw the pit containing the dead man's face, he experienced an indescribable fear, but it also gave Luo Di a murderous inspiration.

Since conventional execution methods cannot cut open the victim's flesh.

That might be an alternative system that Luo Di already has, and he is absolutely confident that he can succeed.

[Before the meeting]

The torture chamber preaching room

Luo Di is undergoing grueling training here, each day feeling like an eternity.

When his tolerance reaches its limit, and even a little more would cause his body to explode, he will get a short rest, which will only last a few minutes.

Taking a break,

Mr. Hook gave a very important account:

"Although suffering has become your Second System, I estimate that you still mainly focus on logging."

You need to think outside the box. While direct killing is good, adding extra flavor can make it more palatable.

The pain I am now giving you

It can be used to clear your mind and restore your brain to a clear state.

It can also be used to inflict damage on others, making your killings smoother and more comfortable, thus achieving mutual progress for both systems.

"Why torture someone beforehand when a single cut could solve the problem?"

In Luo Di's mind, a true killer never tortures others, but rather respects his prey and kills them with a single blow.

Mr. Hook shook the hook in his hand,

"No, no, no... Our group's suffering is indeed often used to torment the weak."

But throughout the entire hell, neither the Spineborn to whom you belong, nor the plague you encounter on the battlefield, dare to provoke us.

Even though our group only constitutes a small portion, and our total number is less than one-tenth, or even one-hundredth, of theirs, we are equal to them in status; we are an indispensable piece of the puzzle of True Hell.

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

When you face those powerful beings who cannot be executed or cut down, when even the butcher's knife in your hand cannot cut into their flesh.

Suffering might help.

All matter suffers pain, even the dead whose bodies have decayed, tremble, go mad, and scream as pain spreads.

Pain represents the most fundamental and intense collision of matter, which will awaken anything dormant and cause chaos.

If you encounter a particularly difficult or unkillable enemy, make good use of the pain abilities I've taught you.

Use your imagination as much as possible.

Using the root wires inside your spine and arms, make the other person experience real pain, try to give them pain that transcends death.

At that time, you will experience true pain and joy.

Imagination.

Luo Di had been observing this Special Dead.

Darkness, death, and coffins were the keywords for the other party, whose face was a deep pit, a dark structure, and a structure filled with the dead.

Luo Di happens to have a torture device that can achieve "perfect restraint".

Hua Yuan, to some extent, provided a source of inspiration and offered ample room for imagination.

Using the restraints provided by Hua Yuan, he stepped directly onto the back of the deceased.

Extending his left arm, which was wrapped in wire and covered in scorch marks,

Ignoring the danger and his inner fear, he placed his palm on the dark hole in his face.

Before the breath of death is exhaled.

"Tool Creation"

A red-hot, cylindrical branding iron, made from a large amount of molten iron wire, was directly and thoroughly inserted into the victim's face.

The light from the branding iron shone through the skull.

The intense heat of hell scorched the essence of the dead inside the pit. The dead, who should have felt nothing and had long since transcended the human body, began to tremble under the heat of hell.

It seemed to feel pain, a pain that could awaken death.

Light dispels darkness.

The high temperature scorched the coffin.

The pain was conveyed to the deceased.

A violent and piercing scream immediately erupted from between the pits.

The pain is tearing the dead apart from within... but it will take time; it's not something that can be easily dealt with.

The body of the deceased began to struggle violently, even drawing in the darkness surrounding the forest.

This struggle caused many withered flower stamens to break off, freeing the body from its restraints.

"Oops!"

Arms free,

The black knife slashed.

With a single stroke, he cleaved Hua Yuan in two! Fortunately, the victim's face was filled with branding irons, causing a deviation in accuracy, and he failed to strike the pituitary gland between the face.

As long as the pituitary gland inside wasn't severed, Hua Yuan stubbornly held on, using the remaining pistils to restrict the opponent's body as much as possible.

Swish! Another horizontal slash came.

Hua Yuan was cut in half at the waist on the spot.

Its lower body turned into black water and was absorbed by the forest.

Many of the flower stamens were also cut off by this one cut and fell off.

Hua Yuan's remaining upper body fell to the ground, the flesh and blood already closed up, returning to her most primitive form.

Without fear,

Just a smile,

The third cut!

It descends vertically, piercing straight into the face of the Hua Yuan.

Completely withered, all the stamens vanished with the death of Hua Yuan.

Similarly, because Hua Yuan bought time with his death.

The victim's head was covered in scorch marks, with ashes scattered everywhere, and the back of his head was completely melted through by a cylindrical branding iron!

finally,

It transcends the pain of death!

Hellfire began to burn on the surface of the deceased's coffin-like body, completely destroying its structure.

even so,

The deceased did not fall down; he threw the young man on his back out.

Luo Di landed steadily a few meters away, looking at the dead man whose body was burning after being branded with a hot iron, his eyes resolute.

Hoo~ Ha~

Luo Di took a deep breath to calm himself down completely.

No spinal surgery was performed.

It's just the most basic Hell Stance.

The pig's head had been transformed into a butcher's knife, which he gripped tightly in his hand.

This time there were no unnecessary tricks.

He started moving at the same time as the burning dead, rushing towards each other!

The black knife was much shorter than a butcher's knife, and even raging fire couldn't completely dispel the darkness in the forest.

but,

Illuminated by the firelight, the black blade's form was fixed and could not be extended, making the opponent's movements clearly visible.

Pituitary activation!

At the crucial moment, the invisible spirit finger suddenly stabbed out from the back of Luo Di's hand.

Clang! The premature impact on the black blade altered the opponent's killing trajectory, paving a path for Luo Di towards final slaughter.

[cut]

The blade sliced through the dead man's head amidst the burning flames.

The dead, burned by hell, are no longer as indestructible as before; the pain has destroyed their most fundamental physical structure.

Half of the burning head was thrown into the air and turned to ashes.

The deceased's body fell heavily to the ground, ceasing all struggle.

Luo Di decisively pulled his back back into his body, conserving his energy as much as possible, and sat down under a large tree a few meters away to reduce his physical activity.

He looked at the dead, who were almost completely burned.

It seems that deep within the dead, a dark tentacle representing "black" was completely burned away.

Then, Luo Di's gaze shifted from the dead body to the completely withered remains of Hua Yuan.

Suddenly,

A wave of nausea washed over me.

Although I've experienced it once before and I'm prepared, it's still incredibly painful.

Oral tear

Mucus secretion,

It slowly emerged, as if using a contortionist technique, and crashed to the ground.

[Thought Transfer]

Hua Yuan had already transferred into Luo Di's body just before she died.

But this time is a little different.

She couldn't get up from the ground immediately; her body was quite weak. She didn't deliberately drain Luo Di; she was simply engaging in a minimal form of Thought Transfer.

A strong sense of weakness spread through both of them at the same time, leaving them only able to sit by the tree trunk, panting heavily.

Unable to speak

Unable to make any movement.

He was just trying his best to breathe.

But their eyes held an undisguised joy.

This appears to be the most dangerous and strongest being they have ever defeated.

Even though this thing wasn't a monster incarnate, the sense of victory it brought was real, especially since Hua Yuan hadn't tasted such a hard-won victory in a long time.

Half an hour passed,

Their breathing became calmer.

With the flicking of their fingers, their bodies gradually became able to perform some of the most basic physical activities.

There was still no verbal communication; speaking would be a waste of unnecessary energy.

They simply raised the arm closest to each other in perfect unison and slapped their palms together forcefully...