Though everyone had turned against him, the Blood-Clothed Dean's aura kept growing stronger.
The faces of his family on his body began to twist and warp. Countless Black Threads poured from their mouths, and every severed limb and corpse they touched rose to its feet.
"Everyone who died in Heaven is my family. Their souls cannot leave. This is the only home they have."
The Blood-Clothed Dean's shrill laughter mingled with the screams of countless tormented souls. Faces emerged from the mountains of corpses and sea of blood. Tears streamed from their eyes, yet every one of them wore an eerie smile!
The hospital's lowest level was like a vast tomb, where countless people had been buried.
The power of the Curse began to surge. Black Fog seeped out from the lowest parts of the building.
All the mangled corpses that had crawled out of the mountains of corpses and sea of blood now crawled toward the Blood-Clothed Dean. They knelt at his feet, clung to his body, and climbed onto him, gradually swallowing him whole.
The Dean's laughter filled the entire hospital prison. Black Fog swept through it as countless mangled corpses and Curses intertwined.
"Boom!"
Waves more than ten meters high surged up from the Sea of Blood. A leg covered in Human Faces rose from the water, and a gigantic Monster, pieced together entirely from corpses and Curses, stood upright.
"Pain is the most powerful emotion a person can feel. Happiness and joy are fleeting; only pain is buried deep in the heart."
"Some spend their entire lives without ever being healed. Some are tormented by pain until they become the very beasts they despise most. And others accept their pain, take control of it, savor that heart-wrenching feeling, and eventually become Monsters who spread pain!"
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