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The ground was littered with corpses, blood flowing like a river, and the stench was unbearable.
The massive body of the monster had collapsed into twisted chunks of flesh, thick black-red blood pooling on the ground. The air was filled with an indescribable foul odor, as if the very essence of decay from hell had seeped into the atmosphere.
Lin Zhao Cheng and William were covered in remnants of bodies and blood, their clothes tattered beyond recognition, with bits of entrails even hanging from their shoulders like some grotesque trophy.
"Damn, this is disgusting..." Lin Zhao Cheng frowned, waving his hands in an attempt to shake off the sticky residue while looking at his current state with utter disdain.
William, on the other hand, seemed unfazed. He burst into laughter, bent down to pick up an axe that had fallen to the ground, brushed off the bloodstains, and then looked at Lin Zhao Cheng with a satisfied gleam in his eyes.
"Hey, kid, I have to say, you really fit in here."
He laughed with immense pride, as if he had successfully trained an exceptional apprentice—a warrior who had finally escaped the drudgery of corporate life.
"Just look at how you were a moment ago—swinging wildly, stabbing like a madman, even daring to climb onto that monster's head to stab it through... Damn, what a sight that was!"
"Have you ever been a murderer in the real world? How do you have such talent? Hahaha!"
Lin Zhao Cheng rolled his eyes in exasperation, wearing an expression of extreme disdain as if he were questioning his very existence.
"Stop putting labels on me. The most I ever did was argue with people at work; I’ve never even been in a fight..."
"Damn it... the human world is so much better."
"At least I wouldn’t have to kill this disgusting rotten meat every day."
After saying this, Lin Zhao Cheng let out a heavy sigh and looked up at the bizarre and twisted world around him, his face filled with despair that screamed, "I don’t want to live here."
However, at that moment—
"Grumble, grumble, grumble—"
A strange sound echoed.
William and Lin Zhao Cheng both paused, glancing at each other, and then—
"Grumble, grumble, grumble—"
Another person's stomach growled.
The two fell silent for a few seconds, their expressions gradually becoming more complicated…
"Damn… how long has it been since we last ate?"
Lin Zhao Cheng couldn't help but speak up, his voice a bit dry. It was only then that he realized his stomach was aching from hunger, and he felt slightly dizzy, as if he were about to be completely drained.
"I remember… the last time we ate was probably in the real world."
"No way?!"
William rubbed his stomach, his expression instantly turning bizarre.
"Shit… that must have been over a day ago! No wonder we're this hungry!"
The two exchanged a glance, their expressions becoming unusually awkward and helpless.
"What do we do now? Where are we supposed to find something to eat?"
Lin Zhao Cheng looked around, the ground littered with corpses and rotting flesh emitting a foul stench that churned his stomach, nearly making him gag.
"…Damn it, please don’t tell me we have to eat this stuff…"
William grinned, his eyes glinting with a mischievous light.
"Are you serious?"
Lin Zhao Cheng stared at William in shock, as if he were looking at a madman who had crawled out of hell.
"You can’t be telling me that you usually survive on this rotten meat, right?"
William shrugged, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "What else? Do you think there are convenience stores or supermarkets around here where you can buy instant noodles?"
Lin Zhao Cheng's expression began to crack, his mouth twitching slightly.
"So you really have eaten this? This… this bloody flesh? These dead, rotting monsters???"
William chuckled and nodded without hesitation. "Of course I have. If I didn’t eat, I would have starved to death long ago."
He patted his belly with a hint of pride in his voice. "Just think about it—what else is there to eat here? Are there any trees? Any farmland? Any animals? The only things around are these monsters. If I hadn’t eaten them, would I still be alive now?"
Lin Zhao Cheng's mind began to reject the idea frantically, plunging him into a fierce conflict between morality and survival instinct.
"Damn! Is this even food?! What the hell you're eating is some twisted, grotesque flesh! What if it turns out to be mutated?!"
William rolled his eyes and waved his hand dismissively. "Relax, I've been eating this for years, and I'm still doing just fine."
He pointed at the monster's carcass on the ground, as if introducing a gourmet dish. "Besides, if you heat these things up and roast them a bit, they taste just like pork or beef... maybe even more tender."
"Ugh..."
Lin Zhao Cheng's stomach churned violently, nearly making him vomit right there.
He glared in disgust at the slowly writhing limbs and chunks of flesh, oozing dark red pus from their wounds. A strong stench of decay filled the air, making him feel like just looking at these things was enough to make his brain start smoking.
"You really are sick..."
"I'd rather starve than eat this stuff."
William blinked and suddenly wore a mischievous grin. "Oh? Really? Are you sure?"
"Absolutely, definitely, one thousand percent sure."
Lin Zhao Cheng's expression was resolute as he crossed his arms tightly, exuding confidence.
But William's strange smile widened as he slowly uttered a sentence that shattered Lin Zhao Cheng's psychological defenses in an instant—
"Oh, by the way, let me tell you something. This Massage Chair didn't just capture humans."
Lin Zhao Cheng's pupils constricted slightly, and an ominous feeling washed over him.
"...What do you mean?"
William calmly pointed to the corpses of the monsters. "Sometimes, animals show up here too, like stray dogs and wild cats. Once, I even saw a cow."
"So, maybe these monsters aren't just made up of humans; they might also be mixed with some animal flesh..."
"Think about it carefully... what you might have eaten could very well be pork."
"…"
Lin Zhao Cheng felt like he was on the verge of a breakdown.
He didn't want to know, didn't want to understand, and certainly didn't want to keep listening... but his stomach, however, was brutally honest and let out another loud growl.
He couldn't help but rub his forehead, looking at William with a twisted expression. Taking a deep breath, he finally asked with a pained face:
"...Which part do you think is less disgusting?"
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