Paying Back

[Visit ended]

The prison immediately cremated the body and erased all related information, leaving no trace of Wendy Orr.

Luo Di wasn't in very good condition.

It wasn't because Wendy had caused him any injury or impact, but because the killings in the Border City Prison had once again sent a strong tremor through his spine, a tremor far stronger than the one caused by the Pseudo-Human's elimination in Moon City.

It felt like the tentacles restraining the cervical spine were about to give way, and could be crushed by the spine at any moment.

This special prison, separate from the city, seemed to have a rather strong effect on his spine, something he had already felt when he entered the prison.

Luo Di suspected he might have found a second "Fifth Hospital".

Not daring to linger,

I jogged to the lobby, collected the necessary items from the security check, and quickly left.

The throbbing in his spine required Luo Di to focus all his attention on it, suppressing the urge to connect with the True Hell, and he walked forward quickly with his head down the whole time.

He was about to walk out of the prison gates.

Snap!

He bumped into someone who was entering prison.

Luo Di took a small step back, while his opponent took three steps back.

Looking up, the person who was hit was taller and bigger than Luo Di. His silver suit was almost completely filled with muscles, and he was wearing sunglasses with a bald head. His face also had obvious veins.

He was accompanied by a burly man in a suit, whose physique was even similar to his.

They had no identifiable markings on them.

Whether it's the investigator's Type I insignia or a standard uniform like that of prison staff, there are no company-related symbols, making it impossible to tell which faction they belong to.

Luo Di didn't apologize but immediately stepped out of the prison gate. The backs behind him immediately quieted down, and the pressure disappeared.

Although the bald man who was hit was very unhappy and wanted to retaliate, the impact still made his abdominal muscles ache.

It didn't feel like hitting flesh at all, but rather like hitting some kind of barbed metal surface.

The bald man waved his hand to indicate that it was alright and quickly walked past Luo Di toward the prison.

Luo Di caught a whiff of something.

A strong, pungent smell emanated from the pituitary gland.

It was even more concentrated than the Pseudo-Human in some ways, a situation that Luo Di had never seen before.

"These two have undergone extensive 'demon implantation' all over their bodies; it's estimated they have one in each hand, foot, and back. And they should have already accepted the Corner System ... Do they really have so many pituitary glands at their disposal? Special agents from the Investigation Bureau?"

Luo Di looked at his right hand; the only one he had ever performed was the Demon Seed Technique, and it was extremely effective.

The finger, which was once used for combat and massage, is now changing due to the integration of the Corner System. To be precise, it has been infected and assimilated by the Gray Infection, transforming into a special spiritual tentacle.

They did not stay.

Luo Di ran to the beach again and left using the same mode of transportation.

Border City Prison

The two men who had just clashed with Luo Di were holding a special application and wanted to meet with the warden. They had only one purpose in coming here: to find someone.

It has taken a whole month to find this person.

Neither of them actually wanted to come to this place. After all, Border City Prison was an isolated institution separate from the World Bureau, and its administrator was rumored to be a tyrant.

Those imprisoned here are all true "troublemakers," death row inmates who should have been executed long ago, but are kept alive for a period of time because they still have some value.

Once their value has been completely exploited, they will die here.

Or they could face the death penalty imposed by the prison itself.

Or the investigators who previously sent these people over may personally carry out the executions.

Alternatively, the warden may personally execute certain death row inmates who are difficult to kill.

Zero jailbreaks, zero unrest, zero complaints.

Half an hour passed.

The two burly men who came out of the warden's office were sweating profusely; even though their clothes had excellent sweat-wicking properties, the sweat still seeped out.

He quickly injected some kind of milky white liquid he was carrying into the back of his head to suppress the tension in his brain.

However, they finally received the news that the person they were looking for had died, so they only needed to go back and report.

After this day, even if they are required to perform difficult or even life-threatening tasks, they will never want to come to this prison.

On an express bus departing from Neptune City, Luo Di booked the entire private room.

Because of the risk of theft in his rental house in Moon City, he brought some valuables with him on this trip, including a suitcase.

What appears to be an ordinary black metal briefcase on the outside has been modified by Luo Di using torture devices to prevent most scanning equipment from seeing through it.

As Luo Di unfolded his suitcase in the private room...

A scorching heat was quickly released.

The inner wall of the suitcase is made into a spiked structure similar to the Iron Maiden, and each of the pituitary glands is bound by a tiny wire.

This is exactly what Luo Di has gained from actively participating in offline activities over the past month.

He doesn't intend to use it himself. Too many or too complicated pituitary devices or implants are not necessarily a good thing; on the contrary, they may disrupt the body's own system.

These pituitary glands will all be returned to Mr. Hook as a debt.

current,

Luo Di took out the balloon-like pituitary from his sleeve and placed it in the last empty space in his suitcase, making it completely full.

The destination of this express bus is Pluto City.

He wasn't in a hurry to go back and investigate the so-called killer organization. In Luo Di's view, the long-overdue debts were the key issue at hand, and it would also allow Mr. Hook to see his current state.

Ding ding ding!

The hooks made a sound when they collided.

Mr. Hook, who was designing a brand-new torture device, smelled an odor he had never encountered before—a gray odor. Just a month ago, it was very faint and posed no threat whatsoever, but now it was beginning to take shape.

"You're growing up pretty fast."

Given your talent, it's no surprise that you're attracting global investment quickly. However, your pituitary gland seems to be still developing; I can sense its potential for further growth.

Don't rush, wait until you've served your full term. They're not pressuring you.

Luo Di was standing outside the preaching room, watching the constantly swaying, hook-like figure inside, ready to strike at any moment. He immediately adjusted his posture, making his spine the main feature, and had all the gray material adhere to the area around his spine.

The fear subsided, and the hook stopped trembling.

"I've come here to repay the money."

Luo Di threw the briefcase with the torture device structure over, saying, "Principal and interest, that should be enough in one go."

"Um?"

Hawke was astonished by the entire box of pituitary glands, including some that were mature and even structurally complex.

"You can actually produce so much in a month... Hmm? This pituitary gland!"

Hawke quickly scanned each pituitary gland, his gaze soon landing on the very end, a tattered pituitary gland that was swollen like a balloon without any luster.

The pituitary gland itself is of very high quality,

Hawke could sense a talent from the piercing and tearing wounds remaining on the surface of the pituitary gland—a talent that could endure and accept pain...or rather, he could see that the pituitary gland's former owner had suffered hellish torture.

"Has this Pseudo-Human pituitary gland been tormented by you?"

"Yes."

"Looks like you were tortured pretty badly, yet you survived. And, Luo Di, you've actually started using torture devices to torture others! That's great! That's great!"

Isn't this kind of sustained torture more interesting occasionally than direct killing?

Special circumstances require special handling.

Luo Di doesn't reject torture, but he won't use it unless absolutely necessary, as it goes against the nature of a serial killer.

Sudden,

Mr. Hook extended the hook of his tongue slightly, licking the balloon-like pituitary gland, and a strange expression rose on his face.

"Luo Di, I can see that you hate the owner of this pituitary gland very much... Would you mind if I reconstructed this person in hell?"

Such a promising talent, it would be a shame to waste it. Of course, if you're unhappy, you can always kill her again.

My main interest is to see if these Pseudo-Human, who have endured hellish punishments in their previous lives, are better suited to the reconstruction and essential transformation of hell.

As for how to handle her after the reconstruction, that's your decision.

Luo Di simply responded coldly:

"These pituitary glands are now your property, Mr. Hook, and you can do with them as you please. However, once this person regains her original True Self Consciousness, I will inevitably kill her again."

Hawke could taste the hatred emanating from Luo Di.

"Haha~ It's obvious you really hate this person, and you rarely show such emotions in yourself."

There are naturally many evil people in the True Hell, and each faction will unleash different kinds of evil. It's good for you to get used to it in advance. A more detached emotional life will help you reach the pinnacle of killing and suffering.

Come with me... You should be very interested in the reconstruction of hell, after all, that's how Miss Wu was resurrected.

Moreover, you are now considered a disciple of Pain, and can help me with some things.

You can fully participate in the reconstruction process and make appropriate modifications to the pituitary gland.

After it's done, you can vent your anger however you want. If you didn't kill it but simply broke it, you can throw it back to be used as labor in the torture chamber. In short, not wasting anything is a good thing.