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Lin Zhao Cheng gripped the Withered Man's arm tightly, his knuckles turning white as his voice trembled uncontrollably. "Where's the exit?! How do I escape?!"
He could no longer think rationally; all he wanted was to leave this bizarre place, to escape the writhing Meat Wall, to get away from that strange Massage Chair that devoured everything, and return to the world he knew!
The Withered Man merely smiled bitterly, a smile filled with despair and helplessness, as if he had seen too many people like Lin Zhao Cheng, all ultimately unable to escape their fate here.
"What you see is two worlds—what it appears to be and what it truly is."
He raised his withered hand and looked around, his tone heavy and devoid of strength. "You can think of this place as an Alternate Dimension Space, a place where you can enter but cannot leave."
"When you press the switch on the Massage Chair, it's like a portal that Teleports you from your original world to here... but it won't take you away completely; instead—"
He paused for a moment, his gaze darkening as it fell on Lin Zhao Cheng, his voice dropping even lower. "—it will begin to Digest you."
A chill ran down Lin Zhao Cheng's spine, and every hair on his body stood on end. "What do you mean?"
The Withered Man looked down at his skeletal hands, his voice seeping out like something from hell. "It will slowly consume your flesh... your skin will wither, your muscles will vanish, and eventually, you will become like me..."
"But that's not the worst part."
He slowly lifted his head, his sunken eyes staring directly at Lin Zhao Cheng with a void-like intensity. His tone was even colder than before. "Once your flesh is completely gone, it will continue to absorb your soul... until your consciousness fades entirely, and ultimately, you will no longer possess the concept of 'self.'"
"You will become a true Walking Dead."
Lin Zhao Cheng's mind exploded with terror as a wave of intense fear surged from deep within him, causing him to breathe rapidly and tremble all over.
"Shit... this can't be real..."
He shook his head frantically, refusing to accept this absurd reality, but—
He looked down and saw that his fingers were faintly revealing blue veins, with tiny indentations appearing on the surface of his skin, as if… they were beginning to wither?!
“No… no… what is happening?!”
The Withered Man merely sighed, a hint of helplessness in his expression.
“You have already pressed the switch; this Massage Chair has begun to absorb you.”
“Your time… is running out.”
The Withered Man gazed at Lin Zhao Cheng's terrified eyes, sighed softly, and spoke in a low, slow tone: “Although this place has no exit, there is a way… perhaps you can still escape.”
Lin Zhao Cheng suddenly lifted his head, grasping the Withered Man's dry arm, his fingertips trembling, voice laced with a frantic desire: “What way?! Tell me!!”
The Withered Man's gaze deepened as he whispered: “The Entrance here—it's the only exit.”
“What do you mean?” Lin Zhao Cheng furrowed his brow; although fear gripped him, a glimmer of hope ignited within.
“Where did you come from?” the Withered Man asked slowly. “You sat in the Massage Chair, pressed the button, and then were brought here, right?”
“...Yes.” Lin Zhao Cheng's heart raced as he swallowed hard.
“Then there is only one way back—find the Entrance here, which is the place where you were Teleported in. If you can reach there, you will have a chance to return to the real world!”
The Withered Man's tone grew urgent, his eyes flickering with a kind of frenzied obsession: “This world should not exist; this Massage Chair should not exist! As long as you can go back, you must destroy it! Let this evil creation disappear forever!!”
Lin Zhao Cheng was drenched in cold sweat, his heart churning with a storm of emotions.
As long as he could return to the real world...
He could end this nightmare!
"Where is the Entrance?! How do I get there?!"
The Withered Man fell silent for a moment, his gaze darkening as he spoke in a hoarse voice.
"The problem lies here... this world will not let you return to the Entrance easily..."
"No! I have to get out of here!!"
Lin Zhao Cheng screamed like a madman, the cold sweat on his face mingling with the strange bloodstains, making him appear both frantic and desperate. His breath came in rapid gasps, his chest heaving violently, eyes bloodshot with fear and unwillingness.
"If I don't leave here, I'll become part of those damned Flesh Walls! I refuse to be that!!!"
He trembled as he looked at the writhing Meat Walls, the layers of Fascia bulging on the surface as if something inside was struggling and gurgling. Occasionally, he could see distorted faces, their cracked mouths opening to emit low moans and whispers, as if they were calling out to him... or waiting for him.
"This place is alive... it breathes... it is waiting for me..."
Just the thought of it nearly drove him to the brink of collapse!
He rushed recklessly in front of the Withered Man, grabbing his shoulder and staring at him with wild eyes. "Didn't you say there was an exit?! Take me there!! Right now!! I refuse to be swallowed by this Ghost Chair!!!"
The Withered Man did not answer immediately; he simply looked at him quietly before slowly nodding. There was no contempt in his eyes, only deep exhaustion and a hint of regret.
"Alright... since you are so determined, I will tell you."
He took a deep breath and spoke in a flat tone.
"But this is not an easy path. Are you sure you have the willpower for it?"
Lin Zhao Cheng was taken aback, staring at him with veins throbbing on his forehead. "What do you mean?!"
The Withered Man raised his hand and pointed around at the writhing flesh world, his tone heavy. "Do you think this is just an Alternate Dimension Space? No... this place has already consumed the flesh and blood of hundreds of people; they have become a part of this world."
He lowered his head, his voice cold. "These people are now under the control of the Massage Chair... They have no consciousness, no thoughts, only one instinct left—to prevent you from leaving."
"As soon as you start to move forward, they will crawl out from this flesh, recklessly blocking and attacking you until you despair and give up, until there is no trace of resistance left in you... Then, you will become a part of them, a source of 'nourishment' for the Massage Chair."
Lin Zhao Cheng's breath suddenly caught in his throat, his heart nearly skipping a beat.
He widened his eyes, swallowed hard, and his lips trembled slightly. "So... I not only have to escape but also defeat these... 'things'?"
The Withered Man smiled faintly, a cruel and sorrowful expression on his face. "Not just defeat... You have to survive until the very end."
"And the question is, are you sure you can really last until the end?"
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