Chapter 2584 () Oh my, couldn't find it°
Deep inside an important research institute at the Organization's headquarters in Stafor.
In a vast cavern, fleshy tubes—twisting and writhing like water pipes, worms, or snakes, yet resembling the tentacles of some creature or nutrient channels—wound around the five naked women hanging motionless inside.
A closer look would have revealed that they were none other than five of the Organization's silver-eyed warriors, the so-called "Claymores."
Of course, they were all former Claymores, no longer on active duty.
Because...
Judging from their motionless bodies, some of them incomplete, and one even pieced together and stitched from scattered body parts, it was obvious they were all dead. They were unquestionably five corpses!
However, thanks to the powerful vitality of Yoma flesh, and the disgusting, writhing "tubes" continuously supplying nutrients to the living Yoma flesh inside those "corpses," they hadn't completely died off despite having been corpses for many years and hanging motionless in the cavern. At the very least, their bodies were still alive.
But whether they were corpses, or whether they were dead at all, wasn't important. What mattered was that a man with half his face rotted away—its flesh seemingly torn off completely, exposing twisted, scabbed muscles, an eyeball, and half his teeth and mouth—was fiddling with something on their bodies.
Of course, he was just doing ordinary tinkering, conducting some experiments. There was no other sort of unspeakable, wicked behavior—not at the moment, anyway.
As for what he was muttering to himself, or whether he'd secretly done anything else in the past, that remained unknown for now.
"Hey!"
"Dahye!"
Just then, as the half-faced man busied himself with his work, a man dressed in black, wearing a black hat and dark sunglasses, walked in.
There was no need to guess who