Speaking of Ranko, the administrator quite gifted at amassing wealth and increasing production, he was carried by the Flayed Ones. He and those monsters reeking of rot and blood slid along the side of the dimension.
After witnessing twisted scenes that could neither be remembered nor understood, Ranko's feet finally touched solid ground.
He vomited up a mouthful of organ fragments and pieces of his life-extending implants. Ranko was in extreme pain; his body, compressed by the side of the dimension, was slowly stretching back out. He felt like dough flattened beneath a rolling pin.
"Partner, your attitude this time has been rather uncooperative." A cold voice entered Ranko's ears. Unlike the chaotic, ear-piercing noises of the Flayed Ones, this voice was so elegant and rational that anyone who listened to it would be entranced.
If a radio station could hire this person as an announcer, it would win a hundred percent of its audience.
Ranko was still in agony. He struggled to raise his head and saw a metal skeleton staring at him. This skeleton was not draped in skin and bones; instead, its entire body was adorned with ornaments made from precious metals and magnificent gemstones.
A stitched cloak hung behind him. Judging by its familiar texture and color, it had been sewn from flesh.
"Cough, cough..." Ranko wanted to say something, but could only cough up more pieces of organs. The metal skeleton treated him for a while before Ranko was finally able to speak in complete sentences.
"This isn't what we agreed on... Your subordinates went out of control... They killed all the stored food!"
"Out of control? Oh ho ho... That does remind me of something." The metal skeleton gripped Ranko by the waist with one hand and lifted him up, while the other seized