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"Promise me!!"
William suddenly grabbed Lin Zhao Cheng's shoulder, his knuckles pressing down hard enough for Lin to feel the bones protesting in pain.
Lin Zhao Cheng was still hesitating, still struggling, but William gave him no time to think. He shook him forcefully a few times, his gaze sharp as a knife, his tone urgent and low: "Now is not the time to hesitate! If one day I become one of those things, you must kill me immediately!!"
"Do you understand?!"
Lin Zhao Cheng felt a bit dizzy from the shaking, his mind in complete turmoil, but he could only instinctively nod and stammer, "Okay, okay... I promise you..."
However, inside, he was a mess, filled with uncontrollable hesitation and fear.
Could he really do it? When that moment came, would he truly be able to harden his heart and take action?
His hands trembled slightly as images of William's current state flooded his mind—this person who appeared so withered yet still retained some semblance of reason, could speak, could think like a human... Could he really bring himself to harm such a "person"?
William certainly noticed his hesitation, but time was pressing; he had no time to let Lin Zhao Cheng ponder slowly.
He took a deep breath, his tone softening slightly but still carrying an undeniable resolve: "I understand you're scared right now, hesitant, even thinking this is all too crazy... But I need to tell you that I've walked this path before."
Lin Zhao Cheng paused for a moment, looking up at William with confusion in his eyes.
William smiled bitterly, his gaze distant as if recalling some unwilling memories.
"Like you, one day I sat in that damned Massage Chair and ended up in this place."
"I was awakened by someone too, just like you are now."
"The person who saved me back then was just like me now; they brought me here, gave me weapons, told me how to survive."
"This cave, this mattress, these weapons... none of these things were built by me alone."
"These are the remnants left behind by generations of people trapped here, struggling to survive."
Lin Zhao Cheng's pupils trembled slightly as he looked around the dilapidated cave, an indescribable chill suddenly washing over him.
This meant that William was not the first person to come here.
Before him, countless victims like him had been drawn into this hellish world by the Massage Chair, desperately trying to survive, only to ultimately die one by one, becoming part of this bizarre realm.
And this cave was the final trace left by those people.
William gently stroked the axe in his hand, his tone heavy yet resolute. "I survived because I killed the last person who tried to save me."
Lin Zhao Cheng gasped, instinctively taking a step back.
William looked at him and said calmly, "I do not feel ashamed. On the contrary, I know he found relief."
"Because he understood that becoming one of those things is worse than death."
"If one day I become like that, you must grant me release."
William's gaze was unwavering, as if forcing Lin Zhao Cheng to confront this harsh reality.
Lin Zhao Cheng gripped the small knife tightly, his nails digging into his palm as countless doubts and struggles churned within him.
But he knew...
This was a path with no turning back.
Taking a deep breath, Lin Zhao Cheng forced himself to suppress the fear and hesitation within.
He knew he had no choice.
The rules of this other world were cruel and merciless. If he refused to accept reality, the final outcome would be to become one of those withered monsters or to be completely devoured by this bizarre Blood Flesh Hell.
He had to bear this responsibility.
He fixed his gaze on William and nodded heavily, as if making a promise to him and convincing himself at the same time, "Alright, I agree."
Seeing his expression, William revealed a faint smile. It was not one of ease; rather, it carried a sense of resignation as if he had long been accustomed to life and death. "Don't be so tense. I don't think I'll turn into one of those things so soon."
"At least for now, I still have my self-awareness."
His tone sounded calm, but Lin Zhao Cheng could not find peace.
"How long does it usually take... to become like that?" Lin Zhao Cheng hesitated for a moment before asking the question.
William lowered his head in thought for a while, then slowly said, "It has to do with willpower."
"The stronger your willpower, the better you can resist the erosion of this world. The slower you will turn into those monsters. Conversely, if you give up struggling from the very beginning, you will quickly be consumed by this world and become a part of it."
Lin Zhao Cheng frowned; this answer was more ambiguous than he had imagined. "So, does that mean that strong-willed people can live on indefinitely?"
William chuckled softly, but there was an indescribable desolation and fatigue in his smile.
"Who knows?"
"At least for someone like me..." He slightly raised his head, his dry eyes gazing into the distance, his tone revealing no hint of joy or anger. "It seems I've been here for over ten years."
Ten years?!
Lin Zhao Cheng's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at William.
This place, this hell filled with rotting flesh and monsters, he had actually endured it for ten years?!
Just spending a few hours here was driving Lin Zhao Cheng to the brink of madness; he couldn't even begin to imagine what it felt like to survive for a decade in this nightmare.
"How the hell did you manage to hold on?" Lin Zhao Cheng couldn't help but ask, his voice tinged with shock and admiration.
William shrugged, a self-deprecating smile crossing his face. "You get used to it eventually."
But in his eyes, a shadow of unfathomable depth flickered.
William patted Lin Zhao Cheng's shoulder. Though his bony hand lacked strength, it conveyed a sense of determination, as if reminding him—this escape had already begun, and there was no turning back.
"Let's go. We don't have much time."
The two stepped out of the cave and back into the world teeming with writhing flesh.
The air outside remained damp and putrid, mingled with a strong metallic scent. The ground trembled slightly beneath their feet, like the innards of some colossal creature; they were walking within a living being that was constantly trying to digest them.
Lin Zhao Cheng gripped the small knife tightly in his hand, forcing himself to ignore the stickiness and disgust beneath his feet as he followed William forward.
In the eerie silence, William spoke softly as they walked. "We need to reach the Entrance. The hardest part isn't the journey; it's the 'guards' there."
"Guards? You mean those gaunt monsters?" Lin Zhao Cheng frowned, already bracing himself for the worst.
"No... what's even more difficult to deal with than those things is the Vengeful Spirit of the Massage Therapists."
Lin Zhao Cheng's heart skipped a beat. "What?!"
"The curse of this Massage Chair doesn't just consume customers; even those technicians who have operated the Massage Chair and helped others with massages are trapped here," William's voice sounded even deeper than before, as if he were recounting some forbidden taboo. "Their souls have completely gone mad, consumed by resentment towards this world. They control the flesh and blood surrounding the Entrance, turning it into a door that can never be opened."
"So, what should we do?" Lin Zhao Cheng swallowed hard, feeling that this plan was becoming increasingly insane.
William stopped in his tracks and turned to look at him, his tone cold and resolute. "What we need to do is make this world 'spit us out.'"
"Imagine when you have an upset stomach and the contents refuse to come out. What do you do?"
Lin Zhao Cheng paused for a moment, suddenly realizing what William meant. His eyes narrowed slightly. "You mean... we need to make this place 'induce vomiting'?!"
William nodded. "Exactly."
"Our target is the Pharyngeal Arch, which is the Entrance of this flesh-and-blood world. It acts like the opening of a stomach; as long as we keep pounding on it until it can't take it anymore, we can force it open and get 'spit out.'"
"But the problem is, the Vengeful Spirits of the massage therapists are guarding that place. They will never let us do this..."
Lin Zhao Cheng tightened his grip on the small knife in his hand and cursed under his breath.
"Damn it, this is basically treating a person like a Foreign Object to be expelled from the body..."
"Exactly, this is our only way out," William said with a cold smile. "But the prerequisite is—we have to hold on until that point."
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