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"Where is this place?! Why has it turned into this?!"
Lin Zhao Cheng struggled in panic, his hands gripping the armrests of the chair tightly as he tried to stand up, only to find his body firmly glued to this bizarre "chair," as if he were trapped in a living mass of flesh, completely unable to move.
"What on earth is this place?!"
He raised his terrified gaze to the skeletal figure before him, his voice trembling with fear and despair.
The figure shrugged, speaking in a calm tone, "Isn't this just Massage Chair World?"
"Massage Chair World?!" Lin Zhao Cheng was on the verge of collapse. "What the hell kind of Massage Chair has its own world?!"
The Withered Man shook his head and sighed, a hint of helplessness in his voice. "I was just an Investigator, here to look into reports of anomalies with this chair..."
He extended a bony finger and gently tapped his sunken cheek, managing a wry smile. "But... this chair is just too comfortable."
"Too, comfortable."
His tone carried a strange mix of reverence and sorrow, like an indescribable obsession or an inescapable curse.
"As soon as I sat down, I forgot everything... This chair makes you feel like you've returned to the safest place, the warmest embrace, making you never want to leave..."
His voice grew softer with each word until it nearly became a whisper. "And then... I just kept sitting... until I realized I couldn't move anymore..."
He extended his withered hands, knuckles protruding sharply, arms so emaciated they seemed like thin skin stretched over bone. One could even faintly see the hollow shadows within, as if there were no flesh left at all.
"When I realized something was wrong, it was already too late—"
He lowered his head, staring at his thin fingers, his tone indifferent, as if stating something completely unrelated to himself: "My flesh and blood have long been consumed by this chair; all that remains of me is just a shell."
He sighed, shaking his head in resignation, as if blaming himself for ever sitting in this chair, yet there was a hint of helpless regret in his voice.
"Ah... I really shouldn't have sought such comfort back then..."
"Damn it..."
Lin Zhao Cheng felt his soul tremble. His eyes were fixed on the strange Massage Chair, while his body remained firmly trapped within it, unable to move an inch.
The man shook his head helplessly, a trace of fatigue appearing on his withered face. "Alright, let’s get you out of this chair first."
With that, he extended his hands, which were as thin as twigs and bore black, cracked scars. Summoning all his strength, he pried open the airbag that was wrapped around Lin Zhao Cheng's leg.
"Hiss—!"
The flesh-like airbag emitted a strange friction sound, tightly coiling around Lin Zhao Cheng's leg as if the Massage Chair was unwilling to release its prey. Inside those airbags, dark red liquid could be seen slowly flowing, as if transporting some unknown substance.
"Get up! While it hasn't completely locked you in!"
The man's voice grew urgent. Upon hearing this, Lin Zhao Cheng fought against his fear and suddenly tried to stand up from the chair—
However, in the next moment—
"Crack... crack..."
A series of eerie sounds came from behind him, like something was splitting open, clinging, and writhing…
Then—
A chill instantly crawled up his spine.
His back felt as if it were gripped tightly by countless hands!
Cold, damp, fleshy things!
“Ahhh!!!”
Lin Zhao Cheng screamed in terror, goosebumps erupting all over his body. He felt those eerie "hands" reaching out from deep within the chair's backrest, firmly grasping his shoulder, arms, nape, and waist. He could even feel the sensation of nails lightly scraping against his skin!
This chair... something is wrong!!!
“Damn it! Let go of me!!!”
Panic surged through him, unleashing an unprecedented strength. He gripped the armrests tightly and with all his might, he pushed himself forcefully away from the bizarre Massage Chair!
“Bang!!”
His body lunged forward, crashing heavily to the ground. His elbows and knees hit the floor with a jolt of pain, but this pain was nothing compared to the fear that loomed behind him!
“Hiss... ah…”
He gasped for breath, palms pressed firmly against the ground, trying to calm himself down. But just then—
“Buzz buzz buzz buzz…”
A low, muffled sound emanated from beneath the floor, as if countless voices were whispering, murmuring, and muttering. The sounds were indistinct, carrying a strange echo, like some eerie presence stirring just below the surface…
“Welcome… back…”
“What the… what the hell is that voice?!”
Lin Zhao Cheng's eyes widened in terror, his body trembling. He suddenly looked down at the ground where he had fallen—
A “face” slowly emerged from the fleshy floor!
“Ahhhhh—!!!”
The face that appeared from the floor wore an expression of extreme strangeness, as if pain and pleasure were intertwined. Its mouth twitched slightly, eyes half-open and half-closed, lips continuously moving to produce indistinct murmurs—
“Ah… this feels… so good… so good…”
“This sensation… hehehe…”
“Come sit down… you’ll understand…”
“The Massage Chair… will make you a part of us…”
“Fuck you!!!”
Lin Zhao Cheng was so terrified that his rationality snapped. Without a moment to think, he swung his fist with all his might!
“Bang!!”
His fist slammed hard against that face!
However, the imagined sensation of bones shattering and flesh caving in did not occur—
Instead, there was a surreal feeling of "bursting," as if he had smashed a water-filled bubble!
"Splurt—!!!"
The surface of the face instantly exploded, spraying out a large amount of dark red viscous liquid!
Blood, chunks of flesh, and some strange sticky substance splattered everywhere, directly hitting Lin Zhao Cheng's face, with some even rushing into his mouth!
"Ughhhhh!!!"
He fell back wildly, his hands flailing in a frenzy to wipe off the blood and flesh, only to smear it all over his face instead!
"Damn it, damn it, damn it—!!!"
He began to retch violently, desperately wiping his mouth with both hands, trying to expel everything inside him. But the foul stench had already seeped into his throat, mixing with the rising stomach acid, making him nearly gag on the spot!
"What the hell is this thing?!"
His throat constricted uncontrollably; his tongue felt numb as his mouth filled with the taste of rust and an indescribable putrid odor, causing cold sweat to break out all over him!
What on earth was this?!
Lin Zhao Cheng trembled as he lifted his head, only to find that the face he had just smashed was still there…
It was slowly "regrowing" on the floor.
The torn flesh was writhing, stitching together and merging, like some bizarre parasite. It formed a strange and grotesque face once more, with the corners of its mouth twisted into an eerie smile. Its lifeless eyes stared at him, while it continued to murmur:
"Hehehe... you will understand... this is truly... so comfortable..."
"Fuck!!!"
Lin Zhao Cheng broke down.
"Hey, calm down!"
The nearby withered figure reached out a hand, thin as a dry twig, and grabbed Lin Zhao Cheng's arm with surprising strength, yanking him up from the blood-soaked floor.
Lin Zhao Cheng's legs felt weak; he could barely stand. Panting heavily, he frantically waved his hands, trying to shake off the bizarre blood and bits of flesh. But those things clung to his skin like some thick adhesive, seeping into the gaps between his fingers and sending chills throughout his body.
"Fuck... fuck..." His lips trembled as nausea churned in his stomach. He couldn't help but retch again, but nothing came up. He bent over, gasping for breath as if he had just escaped a nightmare.
"Deep breaths, deep breaths!"
The Withered Man patted Lin Zhao Cheng on the back, urgency lacing his tone. "I know this is insane, but you need to calm down; otherwise, you won't make it!"
"Fuck your mother! This is absolutely ridiculous!" Lin Zhao Cheng's eyes were red as he shot his head up. His face twisted in anger and fear, veins bulging on his forehead. His voice trembled with rage: "I just bought a second-hand massage chair, and it swallowed me into another dimension?! And it devoured everyone? Are you fucking kidding me?!"
He wiped his face roughly; his palm trembled from the force, and his nails had scratched faint lines of blood on his skin. But he no longer cared.
"This is too absurd... this is too absurd!!"
He clutched his head with both hands, his body trembling uncontrollably as everything around him began to collapse—walls riddled with veins, a floor that writhed beneath him, strange faces emerging from the ground, and a grotesque massage chair that seemed ready to swallow him whole…
These things should not exist!
He was just an ordinary person; he only wanted to buy a cheap second-hand massage chair to relieve his back pain, and now it had turned into this?!
Is this reasonable?! Does this world have any logic?! This is not something a human should ever experience!!
“Damn it… damn it…” Lin Zhao Cheng gasped for breath, darkness creeping into his vision as he felt he could barely withstand it all.
At that moment, the Withered Man spoke coldly, “Stop wasting time. If you don’t want to end up like me, you need to find an exit quickly.”
Lin Zhao Cheng froze, his breathing halting for a second. He then turned his head stiffly, his eyes flickering with uncontrollable fear. “What… what did you say?”
The Withered Man smiled faintly, a bitter expression etched on his face. “I said… you want to go back, don’t you?”
“Well, you need to find a way out before it digests you.”
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