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Chapter 418 Nothing in this world is more delicious than this
The enormous red eyeball remained in its original position.

It hovered silently, seemingly unaffected by the aftershocks of the previous battle.

When Fang Cheng's gaze fell upon it, it even slightly shifted its pupils, making eye contact with him.

The surface of that eyeball was covered with intricate vascular patterns, emitting a unique red glow.

It doesn't look like the eyeballs of ordinary creatures; it looks more like a flesh and blood machine made of some unknown substance.

Thump, thump.

Even without external energy input, it remains active, like a beating heart.

Each pulsation causes the flesh and blood tissue of the entire nest to contract and expand.

At the same time, the countless blood vessels extending from it glowed with a dim red light, like life veins transmitting energy to all parts of the nest.

Nourished by this strange red light, the charred wounds remaining on the ground were covered by layers of bright red fleshy buds, the broken tumors on the walls swelled up again, and the shrunken tentacles stretched and spread once more.

The entire nest exuded an eerie vitality.

"It's repairing itself..."

Fang Cheng gazed at this strange creation, his mind churning with thoughts.

Recalling what Choi Soo-young had said in the other world.

The Crimson Eyes were the remains of a creature that Noah's expedition team accidentally unearthed from under a glacier during an avalanche in the Himalayas.

Luo Lie must have rushed to the laboratory for this very thing.

The three men in black secretly infiltrated the area, risking antagonism with the Noah Organization, in an attempt to steal it.

This shows that the secrets contained in this eyeball are far beyond the ordinary.

Perhaps it was the energy it leaked that gave rise to those gray mists, creating deformed and mutated monsters.

This then twisted into a bizarre underworld, trapping the entire Noah Building and its inhabitants within it.

buzzing-

Just as Fang Cheng was staring at the Crimson Eye, a noise suddenly entered his ears.

It wasn't the sound of countless flies buzzing around like before, but more like someone whispering in your ear.

However, Fang Cheng still couldn't hear very clearly.

Then, the indistinct voice rose slightly in volume, changing from a whisper to a call.

They seem to be trying very hard to convey some message or to tell the person in front of them something important.

Unfortunately, Fang Cheng was like a deaf man and couldn't understand what it was trying to say at all.

Crimson Eyes did not give up.

A faint red light suddenly burst from its pupils, focusing on the face of the naked, masked man before it.

As their eyes met, Fang Cheng felt a slight stinging sensation in his eyes.

Then the feeling of hunger seemed to be magnified several times in an instant.

A tearing pain shot through my stomach, as if it were being burned with a branding iron.

Every cell in my body was screaming; I was so hungry I felt like I was going to devour myself.

This hunger has transcended the physiological realm and reached a level of spiritual torment.

Fang Cheng felt dizzy and his limbs even began to tremble slightly.

The intense hunger, like a thousand ants tearing at your flesh, spread to every muscle in your body.

Fang Cheng clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles cracked from the excessive force.

The image of chewing food involuntarily flashed through my mind, my saliva was secreted wildly, and my tongue felt numb.

The eyes behind the mask were now bloodshot.

He raised his head, staring intently at the enormous eyeball suspended in mid-air, his Adam's apple bobbing laboriously.

The suspended "Crimson Eye" seemed to sense his change.

His pupils shifted slightly, the red light intensified, and he locked onto the incredibly hungry man.

In the depths of those eyes, nebulae seemed to shift and change, concealing secrets from the universe.

The buzzing whispers grew more urgent and seductive.

This time, Fang Cheng was finally able to hear clearly.

Eat me...

You will become stronger...

All pain will disappear...

The various calls, like countless hands, tried to entangle his consciousness and guide him somewhere.

Fang Cheng could ignore those deliberately seductive whispers.

But the overwhelming feeling of hunger surged like a burst dam, trying to drown out the last vestiges of reason.

That was the depletion of the very source of life, a deep-seated thirst that burned the esophagus and tugged at the internal organs.

Deep in his consciousness, that eyeball seemed to transform into a sizzling piece of roasted meat, exuding an allure that made even the soul tremble.

"very hungry……"

Fang Cheng couldn't help but groan.

Hunger blurred his vision, and everything around him was shrouded in a bloody filter.

Only that pulsating "crimson eye" shone with an eerie light in the darkness, standing out vividly.

The crimson eyes sensed the intention of the person before them and trembled excitedly in the air.

Its shape also changes accordingly, and the blood vessel patterns on the surface become clearer, as if blood is really flowing in it.

That deep pupil was no longer a blank stare, but had come to life.

Like an abyss, it reflected Fang Cheng's figure, carrying a greedy intent that devoured everything.

Fang Cheng let out a low growl, then suddenly ripped off his mask, revealing a face with bloodshot eyes.

He then took a step and walked toward the eyeball that was floating in the air.

Each step seemed to be guided by an invisible force, slow yet firm.

However, just as Fang Cheng was about to get close to the Crimson Eye.

A blazing fire suddenly erupted from his mind, instantly incinerating all illusions into ashes.

"court death!"

Fang Cheng stopped in his tracks, a flash of anger crossing his eyes, his face filled with annoyance at being offended.

This damned "eyeball" dares to try to seize control of my consciousness?

If it weren't for his epic talent "Omniscient Language," which quadrupled his resistance to all negative language-based abilities such as curses, seduction, and malice.

At this moment, they are probably completely lost in the desire for hunger.

Such methods of manipulating minds are undoubtedly a provocation against individual will.

Fang Cheng's gaze was sharp and fixed on the "Crimson Eye".

next second.

boom!
The crimson-gold flames that had just subsided around him suddenly ignited again.

This time it's more intense and more violent than before!
This is also the most powerful response to provocation!

A hand burning with flames, carrying a scorching heat wave, grabbed the eyeball, which was the size of a washbasin.

"Fuck-"

A piercing wail, like some creature being torn apart alive, burst forth from inside the eyeball with extreme pain.

Fang Cheng gripped it firmly with his hand, like an iron clamp.

His eyeballs trembled violently, and the veins on his surface twisted like snakes, trying to break free from the man's grip.

But Fang Cheng showed no mercy, his five fingers tightening suddenly.

With a muffled "pop," the eyeball was crushed, leaving a gaping hole.

Blood and flesh splattered out, and several pieces of translucent gel-like substance mixed with mucus splashed onto the corners of Fang Cheng's mouth.

It was hissing and emitting white smoke, suggesting it had a certain degree of corrosive effect.

Fang Cheng instinctively stuck out his tongue and licked it.

next second.

His pupils contracted sharply, and he was slightly stunned.

An indescribable deliciousness exploded in my mouth in an instant!
That wasn't just any ordinary taste; it was a satisfaction that reached the very depths of the soul.

Its pungent odor is tinged with sweetness, and its fiery spiciness is infused with a mellow aroma.

This deliciousness defies description; no words in this world can adequately capture its essence. Yet, it instantly relieved the intense hunger that had reached its limit.

What followed was a surge of immense energy, like a volcanic eruption, that flowed into every part of the body, rapidly repairing the deep-seated depletion within.

Fang Cheng's eyes burned with fervor, and he could deeply sense that this was absolutely what he needed.

"Ha ha……"

He grinned and said in a low voice:
"Since you want me to eat you so badly, then fine, I'll grant your wish!"

Then, without any hesitation.

Fang Cheng opened his mouth, revealing sharp teeth, and took the first bite hard at the ruptured eyeball.

"Click, click, gurgle..."

The sound of chewing was exceptionally clear in this deathly silent den of flesh and blood.

Fang Cheng used his mouth to tear at the thick membrane covering his eyeballs, swallowing large gulps of food.

Thick liquid slid down the corner of his mouth, leaving dark red marks on his chest.

If someone were to secretly witness this scene, they would definitely not believe that this naked man is a normal human being.

He was a complete beast, viciously tearing apart the prey before him.

Even the disgusting tentacles and tumors around him seemed perfectly normal in his presence.

As the flesh and blood of the "Crimson Eye" were continuously devoured, Fang Cheng's body underwent drastic changes.

His naked body, muscles undulating wildly like waves, veins bulging and twisting, resembled a coiled python.

His brow twitched, as if something was about to break free from its cocoon.

The crimson-gold flames on its body surface also began to deepen, faintly revealing an ominous dark red hue.

It was as if they wanted to completely transform him into some kind of indescribable monster.

At the same time, the "Crimson Eye," which serves as the central hub of the flesh and blood lair, is being devoured, and the surrounding landscape is rapidly changing.

The swollen tumors shrank rapidly as if they had lost their lives, and the wriggling tentacles also withered, emitting a putrid smell.

The vitality that once filled the entire nest is disappearing at a visible rate.

Just as Fang Cheng was about to swallow the last piece of eyeball flesh, his movements suddenly froze.

My ears perked up instantly as I heard footsteps approaching from afar.

Someone is coming this way.

Fang Cheng quickly chewed a few bites and casually threw the remaining scraps on the ground.

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently.

Then he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and put the demon mask back on.

The flames on his body quickly subsided, and he returned to his previous calm.

Without lingering, Fang Cheng suddenly exerted force with his feet.

Like a phantom, he leaped towards the entrance of the passage and disappeared into the darkness.

In the lair of flesh and blood, only deathly silence and utter devastation remained.

The air was thick with a strong stench of decay and putrefaction.

Suddenly, a faint ripple appeared in the air in a corner.

Like a transparent mirror being gently lifted by an invisible hand.

The light distorted there, eventually revealing a tall, slender, and handsome figure.

It was Cheng Jiashu.

He looked around, his gaze lingering on the withered flesh and blood.

Talking to himself:
"My uncle said that the relationship between the Xiao family and the Noah organization was unclear, and he was right."

At this moment, he held a silver voice recorder in his hand, and gently pressed the switch on the side of the pen with his thumb.

With a barely audible click, the indicator light at the top, which had been flashing green, went out instantly.

Clearly, all of Fang Cheng's previous conversations with the three members of the Xiao family had been recorded in their entirety.

Cheng Jiashu stepped forward, trying to avoid the rotting pieces of flesh under his feet.

After parting ways with Zhou Liang and the others, he relied on his memory to find the secret laboratory where the "Crimson Eye" was hidden.

However, the strange changes here were beyond his expectations.

Just as he was preparing to conduct some small experiments, he unexpectedly discovered that three mysterious men in black had broken in.

In order not to expose his identity, he made a quick decision and used his spatial abilities to hide his figure and spy from the shadows.

"It seems the Xiao family and the Noah organization have been secretly colluding all along, even knowing top-secret information like the 'Crimson Eye'..."

Cheng Jiashu said in a low voice, his eyes flickering slightly.

The voice recorder in his hand was originally meant to protect him from the special investigation team and Gao Jin, but unexpectedly it has come in handy now.

Thinking of this, he quickly put the recording pen back into his pocket.

His gaze fell on the "Crimson Eye" on the ground, which had been devoured and was now nothing but scraps.

Cheng Jiashu's eyes were filled with complex emotions.

Recalling the way someone had just devoured an eyeball alive, that primitive and ferocious act of eating.

I couldn't help but give a wry smile:
"Just what kind of monster is Fang Cheng?"

After a brief sigh, his eyes gleamed with a strange light.

The air in front of them rippled like the surface of water.

Cheng Jiashu raised his hand and reached into the ripples, as if pulling a silver briefcase out of an illusory space.

Then, wearing disposable gloves, he carefully used tweezers to pick up the remaining pieces of blood and flesh from the ground and put them into the box.

Just then, a soft footstep sound came from the corridor.

Cheng Jiashu's eyes sharpened, and he closed the briefcase without hesitation, his strange light intensifying.

hum-

A deep, resonant sound appeared out of nowhere.

The space in front of him resembled a shattered mirror, with a clear distortion.

It immediately collapsed inward, forming a pitch-black vortex.

The vortex suddenly expanded and then contracted, swallowing up Cheng Jiashu's figure carrying the briefcase.

With his disappearance, the Flesh Nest returned to silence, leaving only a barely perceptible ripple.

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Inside the dark laboratory, there were damaged equipment and scattered debris everywhere.

From the outer experimental area, the faint echoes of alarms could be heard, occasionally mixed with a few short gunshots.

A team dressed in combat uniforms and wearing night vision goggles is carefully moving through the collapsed equipment room.

Footsteps landed on the shattered glass of the test tubes, making a "crack" sound from time to time.

"Attention all units, maintain fan-shaped perimeter security!"

At the front of the group, a team leader gave instructions in a low voice through a headset.

His movements were swift and efficient, his eyes scanning every corner that might be hiding danger in the green light of his night vision goggles.

zizi...

A faint hum of electricity came through the headset, accompanied by responses from various units to the instructions.

Suddenly, the captain raised his hand and made a "stop" gesture.

He seemed to sense something, and suddenly looked up, the eyepiece of his night vision goggles pointing upwards, gazing at the ceiling.

At the same time, the muzzle of the assault rifle in his hand was raised upwards.

There, he seemed to catch a fleeting gust of air current.

I stared for a long time, but there was nothing on the ceiling except for charred cables and collapsed partitions.

"Captain, what have you found?"

The teammate behind him asked in a low voice, his tone tinged with doubt.

The captain shook his head and responded in a low voice:
"It's nothing, probably just a change in airflow. Group one, continue forward; Group two, follow; Group three, stay put and guard the gate."

After issuing the operation order, he immediately contacted his superiors via headset:
"Commander Qin, this is the 'Sharp Knife' team."

"We have penetrated deep into the experimental area on the 87th floor of the Noah Building, and are currently located in Laboratory No. 3 of the Genetic Engineering Department..."

(End of this chapter)