Torture Chamber

Clang clang~

anklets colliding

Luo Di walked through a corridor almost identical to that of the hospital, not stopping despite the strange noises or the Blood Hand reaching out from the other wards; it was clear this wasn't his first time there.

Almost every ward here houses a "patient" who is restrained and restricted in their movements by wearing shackles.

Although most of them have human body shape, their appearance, skin color, or some physical characteristics are not human.

However, Luo Di seems to be an exception.

He would not be confined to the ward, nor would he be completely bound by instruments of torture; the only thing that could be called "binding" was the Thorn Anklet.

Because the anklet went all the way through the bone, wearing down between the muscles and bones, he was unable to run, otherwise his ankle would have been easily torn apart.

Cross the passage at a normal walking pace.

The elevator that used to be in the middle of the building is gone, replaced by a spiral staircase leading deeper into the building.

In reality, this is the Fifth Floor of Mental Hospital.

But when Luo Di looked down the stairs, he felt it was bottomless, at least ten stories high.

Without a moment's hesitation, perhaps worried about the time, they quickly went down the stairs.

Snap snap snap~

The height difference between the left and right feet when going downstairs can further cause the thorns to tear the ankle.

Luo Di could have avoided this situation by jumping down the stairs, but he didn't do that and instead went down the stairs normally.

Or perhaps physical pain allows him to forget some of the unpleasant things.

Or perhaps he has already grown accustomed to this pain.

Thirteen floors in total.

Just as Luo Di was about to step down the last step, the surrounding space became unstable, and his vision even felt like it was being torn apart.

The mottled wall surface is blending in with the normal wall surface.

This is a sign that the medication's effects are about to wear off.

Luo Di quickly pulled out the medicine he had prepared in his waistband, slid his fingers off the bottle cap, and swallowed the pills in the usual order, even though he was in a hurry.

As the medication ended, the almost shattered scene before my eyes stabilized.

"Good!"

Luo Di clenched his fist in excitement.

Although he had been to this Hell Space many times before, this was the first time he had extended his stay.

Previously, our in-depth exploration of the intensive care unit could only go as far as the bottom of the stairs, not reach the deepest part. Now we finally have a way, and we will have to thank Mr. Luo Fei for this in the future.

There are no more hospital rooms on the lowest floor here.

A straight aisle covered with a red carpet.

The walls on both sides are adorned with large paintings depicting various forms of torture.

The top of the passageway was hung with hooks that resembled those used to hang livestock in a slaughterhouse.

At the end of the passage is a [Red Door].

That seemed to be Luo Di's destination, the reason he was willing to stay in the Mental Hospital for a long time and take his medication obediently every day.

Step onto the carpet and walk deeper into the space.

The ankle, torn by thorns, bled continuously, the blood immediately and greedily absorbed by the carpet. Perhaps it was this coincidence that allowed the blood to confirm the identity.

The red door at the end creaked open.

This is neither a hospital ward nor an office, but a dimly lit "preaching room."

The interior roof is also covered with various hooks.

At the very center of the dome, where the hooks are most densely packed, hangs a completely different individual.

Before Luo Di could even get a full glimpse of it, he felt a real threat, as if his entire skin was starting to hurt and steel needles were being inserted into his eyes for observation.

even so,

Luo Di kept his eyes on the other person, getting a clear look at their entire appearance.

Bald, androgynous, and slightly older-looking.

The skin has a pure white color, like a thin layer of solidified white wax dripped onto the skin's surface.

A surrealistic black leather outfit covers the key parts of the body.

His back was pierced with at least ten hooks, each hook completely pulling up his skin, creating a strong sense of being pulled.

There was no pain, but rather a peaceful sleep.

He was completely different from the other patients being tortured in the ward; he was enjoying the feeling of pain.

From any perspective,

The hellish figure hanging from the top of the preaching room must be the manager of this torture chamber, the target Luo Di has been searching for all this time.

Luo Di arrived, the hooks on the roof gradually lowered, carrying this being to the ground.

The thin line at the end of the hook was retracted to the roof, while multiple hooks (10-15cm in length) remained on the man's back, as if the hooks were part of his body.

Before even opening his eyes, his lips moved first.

A series of dry, hoarse sounds, a language not belonging to humankind, echoed in the sermon room:

"A spine from a distant world, an outsider who received an echo, has unexpectedly appeared in my [torture chamber]. To be precise, your thoughts, under certain circumstances, were projected here."

Intense mental activity

The awakened Hell Bloodline

Completely similar environmental architecture

This allows you to complete a brief mental projection.

I have been observing you for a long time, and your acceptance of pain rather than your rejection of it means that you are qualified to talk to me.

Tell me your purpose.

Luo Di replied in the same language, a language he had never learned but could speak directly:

"I want to resurrect someone."

"Living people? Livestock?"

Reconstructing the physical body is quite simple, but reshaping a relatively complete mind is extremely difficult, unless you retain the animal's intact brain or the organs that house its consciousness.

When he heard that the other party had not rejected the extremely exaggerated request of "resurrection," Luo Di's right hand twitched slightly.

He then pointed to his stomach in his abdomen.

"The resurrection device is here, but it might require surgery to remove it... It's inconvenient for me to perform the surgery outside. Can you do it here? Or I could give you a knife."

Or perhaps it smelled something strange.

Or perhaps they were struck by the words of Luo Di, an outsider, which touched their hearts.

"This is really interesting. I've never seen a spinal patient like you before. You actually enjoy experiencing pain so much. If I were to perform the surgery on you, your current physical condition would hardly be able to withstand it. You'd better do it yourself."

However, I don't have a 'knife' here—something too direct and unable to cause lasting pain. Use this instead.

Whoosh!

The man pulled a relatively sharp hook from his back, held it out to the young man, and looked at him with a smile.

He had thought the young man would hesitate for a moment.

To everyone's surprise, the other party didn't pause at all, nor did their expression change.

Take the hook,

Inserted directly into the abdomen,

Cut open the stomach pouch,

A large amount of fresh blood flowed out.

At the same time, Luo Di's spine immediately glowed and protruded outwards, trying to prolong his life as much as possible.

There appeared to be a growth inside the cut-open stomach sac.

Luo Di threw away the hook in his hand.

He spread his right hand, inserted it into the gap of the stomach sac, and firmly grasped what was inside.

It slowly and gently tears off the surface of the stomach wall.

Brush!

Perhaps because it had existed for so long, when this growth was torn off from the stomach sac, the entire stomach wall was ripped open.

But Luo Di's attention was completely elsewhere.

He stared intently at the growth in his hand.

Deliver it forward with utmost care.

A closer look at this growth reveals that although its surface is covered with a tissue similar to gastric mucosa, the contents inside are clearly not from the stomach.

A sinister and cold feeling emanated from it, and cracks could be vaguely observed on the surface of the thing.

The bald man had never seen anything like it before.

Curiosity prompted him to reach out and grab it for a closer look.

Unexpectedly, Luo Di suddenly closed his palm, took a step forward with his cut abdomen pressed against the other person's, and almost pressed his entire face against the other person's.

"You can... be resurrected... right?"

The head of the torture chamber was slightly shocked by the imposing presence that Luo Di displayed, but at the same time expressed his admiration.

While the contents of the other person's stomach were interesting, they were far less interesting than the young man himself.

"It's probably possible, but how it will ultimately be resurrected depends on how much of its original consciousness it contains. Moreover, this substance is different from ordinary Hell Creature, so there's a possibility that deviations might occur during the resurrection process."

Of course, this is not some free welfare organization. Reconstructing a conscious living being requires a lot of materials and my own energy.

How will you repay this debt?

What do you want?

A pale finger, its nails pulled out, slowly pointed out, almost poking into Luo Di's pupil.

"I want you... but unfortunately you already belong to someone else, and forcing you to join us would cause a lot of trouble."

Okay, I'll revive this thing for you first.

Then you'll need to bring me a similar and better "Pituitary Gland" later, otherwise you'll be in great danger.

"Okay," Luo Di immediately agreed.

"Stop clinging to it like it's some precious treasure, just give it to me now."

Luo Di's clenched hand gradually loosened, and the pituitary gland, which covered the gastric mucosa, was taken away by the other party.

"How long will it take approximately?"

"For most organisms, it would take a few days. However, this pituitary gland is something new to me, and it seems to have some kind of Crevice Structure inside, so it might take twice as long."

Of course,

You can come over every day, we can chat, right? After all, it's rare to see someone as special as you from another place. Tell me about your story.

Remember to come early tomorrow and try to stay here as long as possible.

At this moment, the scene before Luo Di's eyes began to shake, the entire space began to tear apart, and the administrator of the torture chamber in front of him gradually became blurry.

The drug's effects wore off.

Buzz!

There's no such thing as a preaching room.

Before me is the Dean's Office of the Fifth Hospital, with a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling at a slight curve.

A bald, fair-skinned, elderly hospital director stood before me.

Luo Di used a paper cutter from the office desk to cut open his entire abdomen, and blood flowed all over the floor.

And in front of Luo Di,

The panicked dean was holding a clump of sticky, undigested stomach contents in his hands.