Self-Wrestling

"Have you found the feeling, William?"

Only when a voice came from outside did William, who was inside the Thought Library, come back to his senses.

He had been completely immersed in observing the abyss, watching the fluctuations of the Abyssal Cavity and the changes occurring throughout the surrounding torso.

He had merely been observing. He had not done anything extra.

It was precisely these several hours of observation that allowed William to see certain things—things beyond the scope of the flesh, things connected to the root of the disease.

The Abyssal Cavity had mainly formed from what had once been the Birth Gate, while the Birth Gate corresponded to the palace in the flock.

The Abyssal Cavity's current contractions, which followed the rhythm, could be viewed entirely as a "Contraction Phenomenon," an expression of a life disease, or a way for the flesh to interpret life. If so, perhaps everything could be connected.

In response to Yi Chen's question, William replied:

"Vaguely. Maybe. I think I've found a little of the feeling... By the way, have you finished playing?"

"The killing is over. The result should be decent. Next, you're supposed to wrestle with that group of perverted Rabbit Men, right? I'm not interested in this kind of physical collision that can't cause death.

"It would be great if I could kill these muscle rabbit-head monsters. Their bodies are all quite perfect. Every one of them is a high-grade target for slaughter. The sensation of cutting them down must be extraordinary."

As he said this,

Yi Chen used his final bit of control over the body to look toward the group of Rabbit Men, his tongue sliding along his lips.

In the eyes of the Rabbit Men, this was no expression of affection. All they felt was death as