Organ rental company in another world

"What evil god? I've become an evil god! That bastard Bimisa!!"

He began to curse angrily, spitting out drops of saliva, causing the entire space to tremble.

Norn covered his ears, waiting for them to calm down before continuing, "Why did you bring us here?"

The mouth on the fleshy wall quickly retracted, and then the ground beneath Norn's feet bulged, cracked, and finally formed a new mouth:

"Hehe, of course it's because I smell a familiar scent on you."

After saying that, a thick, long fleshy tube grew out from the fleshy wall beside him, and with a thud at the end, it transformed into a nose and sniffed hard next to Norn.

"Hmm—I smelled it when you were outside. You have that kid Aino's scent on you, though it's very faint."

After saying that, the fleshy tube turned to Arno and pressed its nostrils directly against him. "This guy smells much stronger. It not only has Arno's scent, but also that bitch Lobe's smell and my fragrance."

Arno was angered by this rude behavior. It growled and grabbed the fleshy tube with both hands, ready to tear it off.

But two arms suddenly slid down from above Arnold's head, pressing his arms inwards tightly.

For the first time, the incredibly strong Arnold was outmatched in terms of strength, and his two arms were pressed together!

"Kid, control your pet. If you annoy me again, I'll kill you all," Big Mouth said.

"Arno, let it go."

Upon hearing Norn's words, Arno finally released his grip, and his two drooping arms visibly withered away.

At this moment, Norn remembered the name of the evil god that Shared had introduced to him, and asked, "So, you're Moron?"

The large mouth on the ground closed and let out a soft "hmm".

"Who is that Bakagiria?" Norn recalled the name of the evil god recorded in the notes found in Sarah's room on the eighth floor of the Rotten River Underground City.

Could it be that the evil god those black magicians tried to resurrect never existed at all?

Moron quickly replied, "That's Aino's nickname; he felt that this name was more fitting for him."

"Are you controlling all those flesh-and-blood monsters outside? Why are they attacking us?" Norn suddenly changed the subject and asked the most important question.

"Huh!? You're asking me why?! How would you react if someone pricked you with a needle? I was already being merciful by only releasing one! You bunch of bastards went even further, trying to kill me! Tell me why I attacked you!"

Moron was agitated and roared at Norn.

Norn wiped the drool off his face with a hint of disgust and replied, "Sorry, this is our first time here, but if you feel any pain, you can always say so."

"Hmph, I'm too lazy to talk to you bastards. Since you call me an evil god, I should do what an evil god does. None of you will escape!"

Norn suddenly couldn't find anything to talk about with him. He had initially thought Norn was someone he could negotiate with because of his talkative nature, but he was too naive.

Moron captured him and Arno simply because they exuded the aura of other evil gods. In his eyes, he was no different from Sharred and the others; they were all weak intruders.

He had long planned to torment them here, and Uru's barbaric behavior only hastened that process.

"No, I need to find my own leverage so that I can have room to negotiate with him," Norn thought to himself.

"Your reaction is quite unusual. I don't know what kind of thinking you people have now, but in my time, a person sentenced to death would not be as calm as you."

Mo Lun shifted the position of his mouth, forming a somewhat grotesque human face on the fleshy wall, with two thin hands growing from his chin:

"I'll make a deal with you because of your fearlessness. You tell me about what's happening outside, and I'll give you a quick death."

Norn didn't answer immediately. Instead, he asked a completely different question: "Is your body the world? Are the fleshy walls of the ground and sky part of your body?"

Morren frowned slightly, annoyed that Norn hadn't answered his question, but still politely replied, "So what if I am? Don't answer questions with questions!"

"How about I make a deal with you too?" Norn suddenly asked.

Molen asked, somewhat puzzled, "What deal?"

"I can use a kind of organ-transfer magic to transfer my precious organ to you, and you can use it to do many interesting things..."

After the conversation, Norn felt that Moron still had some humanity; since he was human, he should have some desires in that area.

Unexpectedly, Moron remained unmoved and immediately used his flesh to create male and female sex organs...

"What do you think I've been using to pass the time all these years?"

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On the ground, Shared's tactics were very effective.

Several layers of magical shields radiating golden light tightly enveloped Uru. He used all his strength to push against and kick the ferocious flesh, forcefully creating an opening.

On either side of the group were Tina and Felix, who were responsible for repelling the approaching monsters.

"We've arrived! Almost time to leave!"

Uru, his muscles bulging, plunged his hands into a monstrous body and then ripped it open.

Blood, rotting flesh, and pus rained down on the golden shield, revealing a vast expanse of flesh and earth.

Although the scene was somewhat disgusting, everyone who saw it was genuinely excited; they had finally escaped the encirclement of the monstrous creatures!

They quickened their pace and left the bloody mass of flesh, and Tina turned back and unleashed another giant fireball.

The monstrous flesh was engulfed in flames, and the sound of pustules bursting echoed from within.

"Don't waste your magic, Tina! Cast speed spells on us, we need to shake them off as quickly as possible!"

After Shared gave her a reminder, Tina immediately cast a low-level Windwalk spell on everyone.

The group sped off, giving it their all on the ground that was sometimes soft and springy, sometimes solid.

Behind them was a giant tidal wave composed of hundreds or thousands of fleshy monsters, rushing towards them at high speed like a wall of flesh.

"Tina! Can't we get someone faster?" Shared called out breathlessly.

Tina's entire right side of her pants was completely corroded, exposing her smooth thigh in a blatant display, but she had no time to care about that.

"My magic isn't enough, Felix!" Tina looked at the cat-man who was already on the verge of collapse.

"I...I can't!" Felix cried out, his usually calm face now filled with panic.

Just as the monstrous flesh was about to engulf them, the noise behind them abruptly stopped.

The monstrous flesh all stopped in their tracks and stood frozen in place.

Before the fleeing crowd, a fleshy hole suddenly appeared on the ground, spitting out Norn and Arno.