A Psychiatrist's Bizarre Game Journey / Dream of the Mist

Bolius had originally planned to go check out the kitchen, but unexpectedly, someone came to deliver a pillow when he was about to fall asleep, so he naturally wouldn't refuse and immediately nodded.

Seeing that Porius didn't object, the staff member nodded and returned to his post. Porius thought this guy would take him to the kitchen, but it turned out he was just making a suggestion. Was this an admission that Porius knew where the kitchen was?

Fortunately, when Porius entered the restaurant, he had already taken in all directions and observed the entire restaurant, and had roughly determined the location of the kitchen.

He walked straight in that direction, and sure enough, no one stopped him.

Upon entering the kitchen, the scene that greeted Porius was somewhat unexpected.

The kitchen utensils I had imagined were nowhere to be found. Rather, this place didn't resemble a kitchen at all; it looked more like an assembly line for producing some kind of parts.

Several conveyor belts were constantly turning, conveying large chunks of meat from some kind of creature that looked like they had been cut off by a sharp object or had bite marks. Meanwhile, the workers standing by the conveyor belts were using kitchen knives to quickly slice the meat into thin slices within their respective areas.

On average, there are three workers next to each conveyor belt. After the meat passes through their hands one by one, it becomes thin slices of raw meat and is placed on a plate. Then, a dedicated staff member will plate these slices of meat.

Clearly, this is a kitchen that only produces this one dish.

The sudden entry of Bolius did not attract the attention of these people. They did not even pause for a moment. Their movements were as if they were programmed, neat and orderly, without even a second's error.

The staff in the kitchen looked quite different from those outside. Their eyes weren't empty and numb; instead, they were filled with a fervent desire and longing for the slices of meat passing through their hands. Porius could tell that these guys instinctively wanted to eat the meat, but they had perfectly suppressed their desires—or rather, their physical desires.

Bolius had no interest in taking on the task of cutting meat, so he walked without hesitation toward the conveyor belt at the top, where there was a door that clearly led to the other end of the conveyor belt.

Since no one stopped him, Polius pushed open the door very easily.

Then came several enormous, octopus-like monsters, their bodies deformed, writhing and twisting flesh, constantly oozing a yellowish-brown pus mixed with dark green. They lay limp on something resembling a workbench, their bodies undulating, occasionally shedding scattered pieces of flesh, or tearing at themselves with sharp teeth. These pieces of flesh were carried by conveyor belts into a transport tunnel; clearly, this was the raw material the workers used to make meat slices.

The moment Polius pushed open the door and looked inside, the eyes covering the monsters began to spin rapidly, all turning to look in Polius's direction.

At the same time, the staff outside also stopped what they were doing and turned to look at Bolius, their empty and fanatical eyes radiating an eerie light.

But Polius was not alarmed. He simply took a few steps forward, grabbed the nearest staff member by the collar, and threw him onto the monsters on the tables.

Unable to restrain his instincts any longer, the staff member immediately opened his mouth and began to devour the monster.

The monster's flesh writhed, its tentacles tightly binding and enveloping the man. Then, with a "glug," the man was swallowed into the pile of flesh.

But this scene did not frighten the other staff members; on the contrary, it aroused their desires. They dropped their kitchen knives and, with red eyes, pounced on the monsters, tearing and biting them, revealing strange expressions of satisfaction.

No one looked at Polius again.

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Bonus Chapter: The Bizarre Adventures of Poseidon (Part 5)

"Um..."

Bolius stroked his chin with a serious expression, confirming that these ghostly things, which were probably still human, posed no threat to him.

However, it's almost time to start implementing the plan to escape from here.

After all, the main mission is to survive and escape from here.

Bolius didn't try to leave immediately because it was obviously impossible, so there was no need to waste time.

But now that we've figured out a bit of these guys' behavior patterns, we have a place to make our move.

Of course, Polius himself was not a strategist. When Cronus was still alive, he was just a tool of the gods who was commanded to fight wherever he wanted. His mind was full of "my god, my god," and he was basically no different from a brainwashed cultist. It would be too much to ask him to devise strategies.

So his plan was quite reckless: to create chaos and take advantage of the confusion to leave the place—a very simple and brutal method.

Thinking this, he casually picked up a discarded kitchen knife, walked over, and cut off a few pieces of flesh from the nearest monster. Ignoring whether it was disgusting or not, he simply stuffed it into his pocket and took it with him. This thing was specifically designed for these staff members; if anyone tried to grab him, he could just throw a piece out.

After doing all this, Porius picked up his kitchen knife and walked out of the kitchen.

Because he had just undergone surgery, some fluids and pus were splattered on his coat, creating a red and green mess that emitted a strange smell, immediately attracting the attention of everyone in the restaurant.

The staff members restrained themselves, only staring at Porius with red eyes, but still made no move. But the others who were eating were different; they stood up abruptly, staring intently at Porius, and as if driven by instinct, walked towards him, their pace becoming increasingly brisk, gradually turning from a slow walk into a jog.

Bolius stood there for a moment and then came up with a good idea.

So he took a piece of meat out of his pocket and waved it in front of them.

Lured by the monster's flesh, those people reacted violently, some even running on all fours, no longer resembling normal human beings.

Even the staff, directly stimulated by this piece of meat, could not control their desires and rushed towards Polius.

Seeing this, Porius nodded in satisfaction, then, holding the piece of meat high in one hand, he began to slip away, disappearing from the restaurant in an instant.

A group of people were running behind him, as if he were leading the race.

But there aren't enough people.

As Porius passed by the accommodations, he randomly chose one and, before the distance between them could be closed, he slammed the kitchen knife in his right hand against the doorknob, then kicked the door open.

Inside the door were several people dressed in pristine white protective suits, their faces completely covered by masks, looking at Porius with surprise as he kicked the door open and entered.

Porius waved the chunk of flesh at them.

They stared at Polius in bewilderment, then a man who appeared to be a translator asked in a low voice, "Excuse me, what happened? Unauthorized entry into another country's athletes' room is a violation of the rules, especially in such a forceful manner. We strongly condemn this behavior..."

Bolius scratched his head. "Are there even normal people here?"

But there was no time for him to have any doubts. He immediately nodded to the group, then left the room without saying anything, closed the door behind him, glanced at the people chasing him who were already very close, and continued to make his escape.

After all that, he gave up on the idea of ​​recruiting more people from the athletes' dormitories. Not only would he risk being overtaken by the others, but the people inside might not even be attracted to him.

He had a preconceived notion because the people he had met before seemed mentally unstable, so he subconsciously assumed that everyone here was mentally unstable as well.

It seems there are still normal people out there.

Then we can only focus on the staff along the route.

After winding their way up to the first floor, the group behind Porius grew even larger, tumbling down the stairs in a mighty procession. Those behind fell and crushed those in front, leaving a trail of bloody head wounds all around. But they seemed oblivious, relentlessly chasing after Porius even with broken arms.

Finally, they arrived at the main entrance of the building. As expected, there were many staff members guarding it. Moreover, these staff members seemed to have much better self-control than the others. At least when they saw the piece of meat in Porius's hand, they did not immediately go berserk. Instead, they tried to warn Porius not to run around here and not to leave the building without relevant documents.

However, after they saw the large group of stumbling people rushing towards them from around the corner behind Polius, they were speechless—even though their chaotic minds still retained a sliver of rationality, they didn't know how this had happened or how to resolve the situation.

Then, Polius winked at them, extended the hand holding the knife and made a shushing gesture, then swung his other hand forcefully, throwing the piece of meat through the door with precision.

"Snapped"

A soft voice came from behind.

Bolius wisely stepped aside and hid to the side—those guys only cared about the meat chunks, while Bolius was at best a meat rack. One was a genuine piece of meat, and the other was just a fake with a bit of flavor. Even with their irrational brains, they could tell which one to choose.

Soon, the large group of people surged forward like a tidal wave, crushing the staff guarding the door and bursting out, all rushing towards the piece of meat.

Taking this opportunity, Polius strolled out through the gate at a leisurely pace.

However, the situation outside was different from what he had imagined. He originally thought there were passersby on the street outside, but he didn't expect... it seems that this building is just a small part of this area.

It seems that escaping from this building is not enough to complete the main quest.

Just then, the enormous human head floating in the air began to emit eerie light from its eye sockets. Upon seeing this, Polius's sixth sense immediately kicked in with a frantic warning.

But after glancing at the building behind him, he gritted his teeth and rushed toward another building that looked a bit strange.

Fortunately, Polius's explosive power was quite good, and he arrived safely after a brief ricochet. Those who were still exposed gradually turned pale and their eyes bulged under the radiance of the giant head. Finally, the entire head left their bodies, flew up like a balloon, and was sucked into the mouth of the head in mid-air.

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Side Story: The Bizarre Adventures of Poseidon (Part 6)

(Logically, the side stories should end within ten chapters...)

After catching his breath, Porius didn't even have time to complain about how weak his body was before turning around to warily observe the situation inside the building.

I really didn't expect that staying outside the building for even a short time would result in something like this... It's so unreasonable. Just look at the distance between this building and the building I was just looking at—it's almost...

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Please take one day off.

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Side Story: The Bizarre Adventures of Porius (Part 7)

(Logically, the side stories should end within ten chapters...)

After catching his breath, Porius didn't even have time to complain about how weak his body was before turning around to warily observe the situation inside the building.

I really didn't expect that staying outside the building for even a short time would lead to this... This is so unreasonable. Take the distance between this building and the building we just saw, for example. Even with all his might, Porius had to run to get there before the time limit. And this is the closest building. What about the buildings that are even further away?

There must be some way to avoid this situation.

While his mind raced, Polius surveyed the scene before him.

This building was different from the one we had just seen; there were no staff guarding the entrance, as if it were open to anyone.

The hall was dimly lit, and eerie sounds emanated from deeper within, sending chills down one's spine.

Porius lowered his body and quickly glanced up and down at every corner of the hall. He didn't see anything hiding in the shadows, nor did he see any surveillance cameras—this was too outrageous. How could there be no surveillance cameras in this place? You know, Zhou Ke'er had explained to him before that there were surveillance cameras everywhere in modern society, and there must be a big problem in a place without surveillance cameras—that's why he couldn't just casually display his divine power outside, or he would get into trouble.

This means there's something wrong with this building!

Polius nodded with great certainty and then continued walking forward.

Soon, the eerie sounds reaching his ears gradually became clearer, sounding like shouts of "wassai" mixed with chilling roars.

Following the sound slowly and silently, passing through a small door and going around a dark corridor, Polius finally arrived at the place where the sound was coming from.

It was a place resembling a studio or stage, and a group of people were on stage... "performing"?

A ring radiating crimson light appeared on the backdrop behind the stage. Within the ring, a murky and chaotic halo flickered, while fine lines spread out from the outer edge, resembling the inscription of some strange script.

A person dressed in a bizarre, bright red outfit was on stage, gesticulating wildly and shouting at the empty audience.

Polius suspected that these people definitely had some kind of brain disease.

Immediately, the red ring slowly collapsed and merged into the stage floor, forming a red circle. Two people dressed in various colors, looking like pom-poms waved by cheerleaders, stepped onto the stage and danced an art form that was still incomprehensible to modern humans with the red-clad person.

Polius couldn't help but frown. This kind of art was far too advanced for him—had humans evolved to such a level of artistry? It truly shocked this old-fashioned man.

However, the performance on stage did not stop there. More shocking scenes followed, such as ghostly things dressed in strange ochre-yellow clothes that wriggled around on the stage like insects, and things dressed in grayish-white clothes that held two sickle-like hands and dragged a tail that looked like only a skeleton behind them, trembling and rubbing against the stage, screaming and howling as if they were enduring some great pain.

Even for Polius, this scene was a form of mental pollution. He couldn't decide whether to bypass this place and go somewhere else, or go down and confront these monstrous things directly.

Just as he was hesitating, all the lights in the venue suddenly went out, leaving only a very faint light on the top of the stage.

Then, a... well, something that looked like a human lay on the stage, writhing and crawling as if in a death throes, struggling to get up only to crash heavily to the ground again.

It's like experiencing an extremely painful way to die.

Bolius made a decisive decision: forget it, what's the point of negotiating with a bunch of lunatics? If even the chunks of flesh he was carrying couldn't attract them, that would be terrible.