Deep in the Living

Chapter 783 The End
"Brutal execution"

Inside the venue.

A blood coffin made of pure blood essence, with the faces of ten thousand people appearing on its surface, is isolated from the outside.

The subsequent executions will be unaffected; even Mr. Guo's vortex cannot penetrate them. This is an extreme rule of killing, Mr. Rose's ultimate method.

It wasn't just Professor Noel; even Teacher Guo, who had previously tried to dissuade them, and even Gustave, Grandmother, and others all became serious.

On Hunter's side,

The food on his plate had turned into square chunks of meat, which were stuck firmly to the plate and could not be broken by the knife and fork.

Even if he wanted to open his mouth and bite, he couldn't bite it at all.

Territory reclaimed

His true form returned to the arena, reached out and pressed his hand against the blood coffin in front of him, focusing his bite force on one point... Crack! The sound of space being bitten apart could be heard, but the blood coffin itself still could not be broken.

He turned sharply to look at the audience, seeking help from those outside the arena.

This is just a friendly spar; there's no need for anyone to die.

Just as all the teachers were about to unite and forcibly interrupt the event... Hiss! Threads of flesh and blood flashed before everyone's eyes.

In an instant, the audience compartment was sealed off by flesh and blood, making it impossible for anyone to leave.

Mr. Qu, who rarely spoke and whose presence went largely unnoticed, suddenly grew a mouth on his faceless surface and began to speak:

"There is no obstacle; this is his opportunity... If he can survive, he can rise to the next level."

In the month since arriving in Whirlpool Town, Mr. Qu's speech has become fluent, and he has gradually regained his sense of humanity.

Wu Wen then countered with, "What if we don't survive?"

"Then he...will die sooner or later on the path he has chosen."

……

In the human world, in Hades City, at Deep Blue Internet Cafe.

A sudden feeling of unease washed over me. I pressed the wrong button and was instantly teleported into a crowd of enemies, resulting in my death. The screen went gray.

David, who was sitting next to him, was about to shout a string of curses when he was stopped by a burning gaze.

The eyeball then turned to the other side, looking at the bald dean who had just made a mistake.

"What's wrong, Hawke?"

"This round is basically over. I'm going to the restroom... It was definitely my fault. I'll treat everyone to dinner tonight."

"go quickly."

Hawke clutched his heart and went to the bathroom.

He tore open his clothes and cut open his skin, revealing a dense network of hooks flowing erratically inside his body. It was this disorder that made him somewhat uncomfortable.

It wasn't that something was wrong with him, but rather that something had happened to an individual he was deeply connected with. The intense pain and the feeling of being on the verge of death actually traveled through the chains of hell.

"Roddy, are you being subjected to extreme punishment by someone else? What kind of person could carry out an execution to this extent... No, it doesn't seem to be punishment, not torture, but execution!"

An extremely cruel form of execution.

But in essence, it is similar to the torture in the torture chamber. Roddy hasn't been to the torture chamber for a long time. If he can recall his past state, he might be able to survive.

……

Mosaic's kitchen received a special order today - "Master-crafted Roast Duck".

Because of the special status of the diners, the chef personally took charge and even brought his family heirlooms, with six different types of kitchen utensils displayed on the stove.

Looking at the duck in front of me that had already been plucked, I began preparing the ingredients.

Swish!
They started by using a sickle-like kitchen utensil to insert into the duck's back and hang it up.

Use a curved knife to remove the fresh duck leg meat, separating it into distinct strands, for later use.

Then, use an axe to cut off both sides of the duck wings by the roots and throw them into the oil pot.

Carefully cut off the duck's head with a short knife, completely remove the duck brain, add scallions, ginger, and garlic, and mince.

Then, the duck's chest cavity was cut open with a handsaw, all the internal organs were removed by hand, and the freshly marinated duck leg meat was stuffed inside and brushed with duck brain sauce.

Sew it up and start baking.

The process involves scraping the skin and brushing on oil multiple times. With this, the artisan roast duck is ready.

However, the above is just theory. In reality, the roast duck served on the table turned into a mushy mess, as if it had been haphazardly cut by a chainsaw. Each part was pierced multiple times, and the chopping caused the duck's overall structure to collapse. It rotted and spread all over the floor shortly after being put into the oven.

At this point, the mosaic chef was fired.

Just as he was packing up to leave the kitchen, he suddenly noticed blood flowing from his abdomen, as if he had accidentally been poked by a bone while handling the duck.

……

The blood coffin is open.

The ground was covered in rotten flesh.

Even Hua Yuan, who was mentally prepared, couldn't bear to look directly at him and turned his head slightly away.

However, the flesh and blood scattered on the ground were just like Luo Di's appearance, all white, all bleached by the moonlight.

The moonstone jade pendant, which was originally half-buried in his chest, is now lying among the rotting flesh, seemingly bonded even more tightly.

The ancient characters buried within the flesh seemed to still be writhing, carrying chunks of flesh toward the moonstone, the ancient aura not yet dissipated.

Mr. Rose looked down at his abdomen, where a small wound remained, from which blood was seeping out.

His face was filled with disbelief.

"Once a brutal execution is carried out, the target is unlikely to resist. Whether the individual is bound by rules or subjected to physical or mental torture, they are destined to lose control."

Not to mention, the execution target was someone a level below me.

To think you could stab me during the execution... It seems you've been through something similar before. You're really something; no wonder you came back alive from the dungeon.

"Luckily you're still alive, otherwise I would have been beaten to death by the teachers at school."

Seeing the writhing, rotting flesh on the ground, Mr. Rose did not continue to attack.

Pull the extra arm back behind your back.
Her flowing red hair gradually turned black and fell down.

The metal surface was intricately woven into skin; he picked up a mink coat stained red not far away and barely managed to put it on.

"Hunter, you..."

Just as Mr. Rose was about to say something, he suddenly sensed a danger, a danger he had never felt in all the years he had been in this corner.

Turn around and look,

The stadium was now filled with a blood-red stain, which was neither Hunter's raw flesh nor his blood.

It is a more primitive, purer red.

Strands of flesh and blood oozed from the cracks in the wall.
In the blink of an eye, Mr. Rose seemed to see rolling mountains formed from flesh and blood rising before his eyes.

Although he killed many individuals, enough to form a mountain, the scale of those killed was far smaller than that of others.

"Is this... No. 1?!"

Just as he was in shock,

The flesh and blood had spread to the ground, engulfing all the white, rotten flesh corresponding to Luo Di, and soon receded like a tide.

Hunter, who was not far away, responded: "Yes... this is Mr. Qu's ability."

Rose gave a helpless smile and stroked her mustache. "I was saying that after this arduous sparring session, I would go back and rest for a week or two... It seems that I can't afford to delay at all."

"If I don't charge now, you monsters will trample me underfoot."

hum!
A vortex appeared, and letters fell out of it—the very dungeon information promised to Mr. Rose.

Rose had achieved his goal. He flicked his two fingers forward as if to say goodbye, then turned and disappeared, leaving only a few fallen rose petals behind.

Horse-drawn carriage outside the city

Mr. Rose lay back in his chair, panting heavily, with blood occasionally seeping from his body.

He was seriously injured in this sparring match, especially the parts that were cut by the moonlight. He will need special methods to treat the wounds when he gets back.

He also exhausted almost all his energy, and the amount of essence and blood consumed far exceeded expectations.

Even so, he continued reading the contents of the letter.

A smile slowly crept onto her face.
"So generous? Giving me so much information... I'm not a good person. When I become a god, those humans will suffer."

(End of this chapter)