Tyrant

[Pluto City, Fifth Hospital, Intensive Care Unit]

Today, we need to transfer a group of Pseudo-Human pituitary glands have been developing for more than six months outside the hospital to avoid them maturing in the hospital and causing problems.

Based on the behavior of these Pseudo-Human in different hospitals, the pituitary quality they exhibit, and the type of Pseudo-Human they belong to, they may be transferred to different regions.

For example, a city research institute, Underground Eden, or used as practice subjects for some investigators.

However, some problems arose during tonight's transfer.

A certain Pseudo-Human experienced significant pituitary development during his six-month hospitalization. He seemed to be very compatible with the environment of the Fifth Hospital and was able to accelerate pituitary development with the help of sedative drugs.

In just six months, it condensed a complete [Phobia-concretization], which manifested as a kind of earthbound spirit.

He can not only become a spirit, but also merge with the architecture of the intensive care unit.

The moment the shackles were removed, he cursed the guards in front of him and vanished instantly.

The entire Fifth Hospital was on high alert, and multiple investigators assisting with the escort conducted a thorough search of the entire hospital.

Given the potential dangers, all medical staff will take refuge in an underground Safe House.

but,

Hawkins, as the dean, did not follow the instructions and went to the intensive care unit alone to check on the situation.

In just ten minutes.

A scream came from a storage room.

When the investigators arrived, they found Dean Hawkins standing at the door, while the Pseudo-Human they were searching for was lying in the storeroom, convulsing.

The Pseudo-Human had no obvious external injuries, but had completely lost the ability to move.

When investigators were "packing up" the unconscious Pseudo-Human, they found tiny punctures under its armpits and in its hair, as if it had been pierced by some kind of needle-like object. It was these punctures that caused its whole body to spasm, and the pain was beyond what it could bear.

Dean Hawkins did not linger; he still had a lot of work to do today, and he jogged back to his office.

I just pushed the door open.

Bite!

The metal earring hanging on his ear, resembling an iron hook, swayed slightly, and at the same time, a sound that seemed both near and far was heard.

A voice he was extremely familiar with and eagerly awaited.

But when Dean Hawkins looked toward the office in front of him, he found it empty.

Thinking about it carefully, it's obvious that the Moon Eclipse Event hasn't been over for very long, and Luo Di couldn't possibly be here. He'll probably be locked up deep inside prison for a year, or even several years.

"Why..."

Just as the dean returned to his seat, preparing to continue reviewing the documents...

Suddenly, he sensed something was off.

His memory is excellent now, even better than some young people. He remembers clearly that he hadn't put the pen back in the pen holder because he left in a hurry.

Now not only has the pen holder been put back, but some of the books seem to have been moved.

"Luo Di!"

[Hell's Edge - Torture Chamber]

As Luo Di entered the torture chamber, he felt the same way he used to when he entered the Fifth Hospital; he knew all the routes inside inside like the back of his hand.

On the way to the preaching room, you will also encounter many prison workers. Their physical characteristics and appearances are more or less similar to those of the medical staff of the Fifth Hospital.

Upon seeing Luo Di, he immediately bowed and nodded.

Moreover, they said that a criminal in the torture chamber had broken free of his restraints and gone into hiding. Mr. Hook was on his way to deal with it, so we would have to wait a little while.

Luo Di didn't meddle in other people's business.

There's no need for his help if Mr. Hook can handle things on his own.

He went to the preaching room first and found excellent limbs that were about to be assembled on the altar. Bored, he tried to assemble them.

There was no piecing them together; the limbs were simply arranged as neatly as possible.

Ding ding ding!

A moment later, the hook on the top of the preaching room began to sway.

Luo Di quickly put the fallen finger back into the groove in the upper right corner of the altar, straightened up, and looked towards the doorway.

Even though the spinal necklace around Luo Di's neck had completely shrunk, it was still trembling slightly. The raven perched on his shoulder, wearing a bridle-like structure, had also closed its eyes and folded its wings.

Only Luo Di was completely relaxed, and even smiled beforehand.

Mr. Hook is back.

There wasn't much of a sense of pressure from superiors and subordinates; it felt more like a reunion with a close friend.

"Um?"

Hawke looked puzzled, even tilting his neck slightly, seemingly wondering about Luo Di standing at the altar.

With a slight sniff, the hook-like nasal hairs quickly absorbed and analyzed the Pheromone on Luo Di's body.

"Black Ridge, Crow Colt, and the iron pillar on your body... Your Flesh Forging for less than half a month. Logically speaking, you should be undergoing New Recruit training in the Chaos Nest at this time."

However,

"Those guys in the hive actually gave you the title of Black Spine Emissary, and it seems you've experienced and grown quite a bit on your way here."

"Yes."

Luo Di's nod only made Mr. Hook more puzzled, and even aroused some suspicion.

"The envoys representing the Chaos Nest are all at least at the Ascended Demon level, and each one is an outstanding individual. What happened to make the Spinewalkers' higher-ups make such a decision?"

Luo Di, to ensure you haven't been deeply brainwashed, I need to conduct a memory search on you to understand what happened after you arrived in the True Hell.

This had to be done, after all, there were many madmen among the Spinebreakers, and they had always harbored ambitions towards the Order.

"Good."

Hawke flashed to the altar and plunged the hook of his right index finger into his forehead. Luo Di, of course, cooperated fully and showed no resistance.

Memory check.

My memory of the previous parts is fine.

Whether it's the perfect Flesh Forging,

It was still the efficient killing spree in the Recruitment Ground, especially the final identification and precise execution of the villain.

Such a performance even drew nods of approval from Mr. Hook, and it certainly piqued the interest of the higher-ups at the Spine Society.

Just as Hawke continued to read the memories, wanting to see what happened next.

A white candle appeared in the memory.

The moment I saw the candle,

Clang, clang—the hooks hanging above the preaching room all began to tremble violently.

Hawke abruptly pulled out the hook, interrupting the reading of the memory, and even took three steps back.

He had assumed that Luo Di's status as an envoy was decided by a high-ranking official or the diplomatic department, but he never expected to involve such a person.

"Luo Di, was your identity as an envoy bestowed upon you by 'that being'? That fellow who's associated with candles?"

"Yes.

He gave me two paths to ascend to magic power.

One option is to join his legion and begin an endless war.

The other path is for me to become an emissary, leave the hive, and embark on a special road untrodden by the Devil. And the first stop on this road is you.

Oh, and there's something I need to give you, Mr. Hook.

When Luo Di took out the parchment hidden deep inside the clothing compartment...

A scent of white wax wafted out as well.

Upon smelling the scent, Mr. Hook's pupils widened, and the core hooks embedded in his back all floated up like tails.

They approached with extreme vigilance, their minds highly focused.

Extend your right index finger and slowly touch the surface of the parchment.

A distant voice drifted from between the scrolls of paper:

"Hawk... it's been a long time."

Buzz!

A certain form of communication is established directly.

As the middleman, Luo Di could not know the specific content of the communication; he could only watch as Hawke's pupils gradually dilated, indicating a deep communication at the level of thought.

During the communication,

Hooks kept descending from the top of the preaching room, inserting themselves into the back of Hawke's head, maintaining his composure while continuously providing torture.

About five minutes later, the exchange officially ended.

"Phew... I see."

"Luo Di, put this away. I've already talked to that guy."

"OK."

Luo Di folded the parchment and put it back inside the garment.

Hawke then placed one hand on Luo Di's shoulder and gently squeezed it:

"You've only just arrived at the Spine Clan and you're already receiving this much attention and such special arrangements... However, such arrangements are quite reasonable."

That guy was indeed extraordinary; no wonder the Spine Master was so powerful.

You will then spend some time in the Grand Monastery, immersing yourself in it and at least making yourself look like a monk.

The journey ahead requires you to proceed as a monk; otherwise, it will be very troublesome.

"Okay, Mr. Hook, by the way, who exactly is the one who gave me the identity of an envoy? I only communicated with him verbally and only glimpsed his feet. I have no idea who he is."

Is he the leader of the Spinebreaker Legion?

"Not only the leader of the Legion, but also the leader of the entire Spinewalker, the ruler of the Chaos Nest."

He seized power by personally killing the previous ruler and his status remained unchanged for a century.

He represents supreme rule, the center of chaos... the overlord, Bellator Imperator.

I don't know why.

Hawke was just saying the name.

The entire preaching room shook as if a large army was about to descend.

Upon hearing this name, Luo Di couldn't help but recall their first meeting by the candlelight, remembering the scene of peeking at the other's toes. A pressure on his very soul almost made him kneel down.

This power far exceeded Luo Di's comprehension.

However, he did not feel fear, but rather a longing arose in his eyes.

So powerful,

He also wanted to pursue...