Deep Within

Lame Walker stared at the group that had suddenly arrived before him, focusing especially on Mr. Question Mark.

His slick head tilted slightly. He felt puzzled, but he also sensed a threat.

Since descending into this world, he had never seen a single native lifeform capable of healing itself after being infected by a Hole.

Even Maximus, who could kill him four times, could not do it. Once infected, Maximus had to swiftly sever the affected body part, and it could not regenerate afterward.

If these natives had not somehow acquired combat suits, his invasion would have been unstoppable.

Moreover, the "Hole" was his proudest ability, an essential pillar in his ascent to godhood.

"How did you do it?

Even those things 'outside' find my Hole structure difficult to repair. You were infected for so long, and it was a deep infection at that.

According to the plan, you should have long since become mindless feed and been devoured by my offspring."

Mr. Question Mark did not answer. He merely spun a coin across his fingers, as though waiting for the right moment.

Gustav, seated atop a giant tongue, answered in his place. "What's so great about your shitty rotten holes? They look like assholes. I could stuff every last one of them full in minutes.

Enough bullshit. We don't even need them to make a move. I'll personally cook you up~ You're just some inferior creature without a tongue. What's so great about that...?"

Suddenly, a webbed hand pressed down!

The giant tongue seat beneath Gustav instantly turned into a puddle of blood.

His facial features were squeezed into a knot. His lips pressed against his nose, his eyes rolled white, and his scalp wrinkled together.

Boom!

His entire body was instantly crushed against the ground, unable to move.