That pale finger was so slender, its nail sharp and pitch-black, and it was covered in blood.
'My blood!'
As Barty thought this, another finger drilled out of his belly.
Soon, he saw ten fingers protruding from his stomach.
It was as if the woman named Nana from last night was inside his body!
He dropped heavily to the floor and stared at his stomach, screaming, "Impossible! This is impossible!"
At that moment, the ten fingers curled, their fingertips piercing into Barty's belly before tearing it apart from side to side.
Barty watched as his skin tightened, then split from the middle. Arcs of blood shot out, staining the bathroom floor red.
He howled in pain, rolling around on the floor nonstop.
At that moment, Barty experienced the agony of being disemboweled—the torment of skin and muscle tissue being forcibly ripped apart, every muscle fiber violently torn loose. It was as if he had been thrown into a pyre, with Blazing Flame burning every nerve.
The intense pain knocked Barty unconscious.
But the tearing continued. Soon, Barty's belly had been ripped open, and blood and organs gushed out.
A mass of flesh rolled out from his abdomen. It writhed and changed continuously, stretching and distorting.
A moment later, a human figure rose beside Barty.
It was a woman with proud breasts, graceful curves, and long, slender legs.
Everything about her was so beautiful, but she had no skin at all, leaving behind nothing but pure terror and horror.
However, she soon waved at Barty.
Barty's body began to change shape and twist, transforming into another mass of flesh.
The mass of flesh came to the woman's feet, then sprang up as if it possessed a will of its own, covering her body.
The flesh continued to spread, covering every part