Tongue

Ouch!

Mr. Question Mark tapped his head with chalk. Judging from the concave structure of the hood, it seemed to be a human head structure inside.

"How could I have forgotten about this? It must be because your final performance was so amazing that I'm now full of enthusiasm to prepare for the next challenge."

As I mentioned during the game, this tongue is a ' Calamity Remnant,' a very sophisticated technique.

You must have come into contact with it during the human era before the pituitary gland changed. Although you only came into contact with a diluted clone of the other party, it was not enough to convey the real calamity, but it could still have an 'influence' on you.

Furthermore, you yourself probably subconsciously imitated the other person's tongue movements, for example..."

A clicking sound came from Mr. Question Mark's bag head. When Luo Di heard this sound, even though his tongue was sealed, he subconsciously trembled.

"Am I right?"

"Yes."

Mr. Question Mark poked the mouth area of the bag with his finger again, seemingly hitting the surface of the tongue; saliva moistened part of the bag.

"Due to your long-term imitation, even the smallest influence is slowly transforming into Calamity Remnant, completely bound to your tongue."

The other party did not use this trouble to affect you, nor did they kill you. Instead, they let you develop naturally, continuing to habitually click your tongue and even relying on the adaptation of your tongue.

Ultimately, this Calamity Remnant will become an inseparable part of you. You can probably guess the final outcome without me explaining, right?

"What is the origin of this tongue?"

"He's a very mysterious guy. He rarely shows himself in the background. The two sorority members behind you probably haven't even seen him or heard of him."

Yu Lu, who was on her back, shook her head. She had never heard of a monster that could do this much with its tongue.

Mr. Question Mark continued, "It's very dangerous. You can't kill it now. You should wait until the Plant Maturity before you can consider it."

Moreover, although this guy doesn't usually stay in the shadows, he really likes to sneak into the Human World. One of his avatars is probably being held in a containment facility on the human side, and may even have some superficial cooperation with you humans.

"Yes."

"Enough with the nonsense, shall we leave the 'seal' on the tongue or remove it?"

"Keep it... but how can we get rid of it completely?"

"It's already deeply imprinted. Even if you cut off the tongue countless times, it won't work unless you abandon the tongue at the root or kill that guy. There are no other ways to eradicate it."

"Knew."

"OK, my seal can ensure that the Calamity Remnant is ineffective, but if that guy comes into contact with your tongue, it's hard to say."

Don't die, game boy! You interest me more Li Beite, and you suit my game mode in some ways.

Although the winner can't participate in the Death Grand Gauntlet, that doesn't mean there aren't other games. Perhaps in a few years there will be a larger-scale game covering a certain area; you're welcome to join then.

I have an idea: when I have enough personal strength and financial resources, I will use this Corner Space to create an epic large-scale game, and I will invite the winners of each year to participate.

"Luo Di, you'd better grow up well so you can represent humanity in this competition."

"OK."

Mr. Question Mark seemed to have lost interest in Luo Di, and with a gesture of dismissal, he returned to his blackboard to continue designing the game.

Luo Di wanted to ask about Li Beite's situation, but it seemed that the other party had already left.

The team turned back.

When you turn the Door handle marked with a question mark, the door doesn't lead to the mansion's passageway or the elevator entrance... but to the outside, the real outside.

The bustling streets of the City of Sin are not far from the ticket gate of the True Death Game.

Luo Di then realized that the entire Company Building was Mr. Question Mark's play area.

He can completely customize the internal spatial structure. Anyone who sets foot in the company is already involved in the game from the very beginning, and everything must be done according to Mr. Question Mark's rules.

Even a madman like the Joker couldn't cause trouble inside.

The moment I stepped out of the company, some invisible shackles seemed to disappear.

The three did not leave the city immediately, as some people had not yet arrived and an important target had not returned to the team.

Just when Yu Lu thought Wu Wen would take the opportunity to escape, she prepared to activate the Death Tracking.

A sound came from across the street:

"Sister Hua, Sister Yu! We bought milk tea, do you want some?"

Wu Wen ended her conversation with Mr. Question Mark early and met up with Miss Juan outside the company. The two of them were carrying milk tea covered with white milk foam and decorated with meat-like particles on the surface.

Of course, I also brought Luo Di a cup.

As she handed over the milk tea, Wu Wen forced out her most professional smile, saying, "Sister Yu's backpack is really comfortable; I'd like to try it out myself."

Before Luo Di could respond, Yu Lu realized that she seemed to have gotten used to this backpack-like state and took the initiative to separate herself from it.

The four sisters walked at the front, chatting and laughing.

Luo Di, on the other hand, was in a stranger following state. He didn't open his eyes; he simply let his secondary nerves control his body and follow his sisters.

His True Self Consciousness was immersed on the moon, observing the planter that Mr. Question Mark had just installed, which was also the biggest gain from this trip.

really,

The situation has changed.

The bodies of the victims piled up in the crescent-shaped pits, as well as the plant seedlings that were incredibly important to Luo Di, were gone, leaving only a long-sealed Dungeon Gate at the bottom.

As Luo Di grasped the mottled, rusty Door handle and lifted the Dungeon Gate upwards.

A foul odor wafted over.

That stench again.

Although Luo Di behaved normally in front of Mr. Question Mark, the memory of spending several years in the dungeon, which was almost equivalent to reality, was deeply imprinted in his brain.

The fear known as "despair" still lingers.

Buzz!

A Consciousness Slash was applied to his brain, completely eradicating the fear in his heart. Luo Di went down below as a murderer.

The interior has been transformed into a Moon Dungeon, and the overall color is gray.

Ancient and quiet.

Each victim was assigned a cell, their backs extending outwards, plunging into the ground, and converging into the depths.

The dungeon is currently not very large, or rather, it is about the same size as the number of victims.

The deepest part of the dungeon is the most important [Planting Room].

The soil here is soft, foul-smelling, black, and covered with human faces.

The "Victim's Sprout" grows at the very center, no longer needing to consider the nutritional needs of the lowest levels; this soil will supply it with the deep-seated energy of fear.

Unlike the concentrated nutrients found in Hot Spring,

This is a fear from the deepest corner of the plant. Ordinary plants cannot handle this amount of nutrition and will collapse due to excess energy.

Even the plants that were victims of Luo Di's disease were affected to some extent.

The human faces that were surging in the soil actually spread into the plant, giving the plant surface a slight sheen of human faces.

but,

As the subject, Luo Di experienced a strong sense of fulfillment.

He could sense that the plants would thrive in such a greenhouse, and might even develop unique structures.

As Luo Di entered the Planting Room, a voice came from a corner:

<Planting pots have been assembled>

[Plant Name]: Endless Prison

[Fear Type]: Despair

[Soil Source]: Middle and lower layers (transition zone)

[Space Adaptability Rate]: Adaptability rate 85% (Good)

Planting pots can effectively promote plant growth, but they can also affect it.

The Living Body Bus carried the five people back to the sorority's apartment.

Luo Di's consciousness also returned from the Pituitary Space to his body.

The first thing he saw was Wu Wen, who seemed completely at ease, chatting and laughing with Yu Lu, not at all like the relationship between an arrestor and an arrested person.

"How's the planter? How does it match your Pituitary Space?" Hua Yuan's voice came from the side.

"85% match rate".

"Not bad~ I was thinking of using it for a while. Oh well, I'll get a better one when I've saved enough money... By the way, was today's drive a bit long? Why haven't we reached any disaster areas yet?"

When Hua Yuan said this, the sisters who were chatting also checked the time and realized that it had indeed exceeded the normal travel time.

Something's not right...

Hua Yuan looked out the car window when Thick Fog, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, suddenly descended, reducing visibility to less than a meter.

Just as Hua Yuan was about to press his face against the car window and use his flowery eyes to see what was happening outside!

Snap!

Something crashed into us and even stuck to the car window.

Hua Yuan was not frightened by the sudden situation. Instead, he widened his eyes and shouted.

"Monster attack!!"

The object stuck to the car window was a broken piece of tongue. It wasn't completely glued on; instead, it kept sliding down the window, leaving a trail of saliva...