Capítulo 937: Chapter 916: White
[Central Prison, Hunting Ground]
It’s been a full five days since everyone was successfully transferred here.
Mr. Question Mark used ga tactics to transfer their brain pituitary or related system organizations into the bodies of beasts, retaining their primal instincts.
Everyone was randomly locked in different cages, waiting for the opportunity.
Strangely,
regardless of the various ponderings and information retrievals by Mr. Question Mark and the others regarding the Shop Owner,
or Luo Di directly trying to contact the Shop Owner as a signed personnel of the comic shop, or even using “Fish” as a dium to deepen the connection, there was no response.
For five days, they could only stay in the cramped cage, handling all their eating, drinking, and excreting inside it,
yet Luo Di didn’t feel much discomfort, perhaps due to his contact with Wu.
Today is the sixth day.
During his rest ti, Luo Di’s consciousness returned to the pituitary space, back to the Moon Core Crew. After all, he had delayed for so long and needed to keep an eye on the state of the real beast within him.
Arriving at Hua Yuan’s comic studio,
it was empty once again,
and when he quickly opened the beast-scented comic book on the table, there was no wild agitation on the pages, only so subtle changes in the content.
On a planet full of various beasts, a young girl unexpectedly intruded.
Currently,
the girl is grilling at,
while Wu eagerly waits beside her, drooling incessantly from his eye sockets.
Such a scene reassured Luo Di. As long as Wu’s condition is stable, he can keep waiting.
Suddenly,
a sensation ca over him.
Luo Di quickly left the comic studio, his consciousness returning to his body, becoming the saber-toothed tiger-like beast.
The power system at Central Prison seed to be undergoing so kind of interference, and the lights began to flicker.
Just as Luo Di intended to look at the status of the surveillance caras,
the “Wu,” wearing a rotten deer head and wrapped in fur, appeared in front of the cage, selecting him as its prey.
A pale hand easily tore apart the cage bars,
a tearing effect that was almost identical to the real Wu, which left Luo Di wondering how the Squad Leader could Disguise so effectively, especially since she had never participated in the beast combat within the Divine Tomb.
Wu!
“Wu” emitted a screeching sound and in an instant, tore open the saber-toothed tiger that Luo Di had transford into.
It slowly stuffed strips of flesh into its eye sockets, the entire process devoid of any interaction, leaving Luo Di to wonder if the real Wu had indeed escaped.
It devoured, but did not digest.
Luo Di retained his consciousness, condensing brain structures inside the Wu.
At that mont,
he heard a voice he often recalled over the past two years, the voice of Wu Wen.
“Ten minutes, quick…”
[Channel Construction]
Luo Di, familiar with the prison’s layout through his models, used the resemblance to the Reform Envoy and tal to transport himself directly inside Wu Wen.
Buzz!
In an instant, the brain structure was transferred to the depths of the prison.
[Reverse Technique]
Utilizing Reversed and his Superfast Regeneration, Luo Di’s body quickly reconstructed, even his clothing appearing upon him.
He stood before a narrow passage, the walls on either side extending upwards infinitely, darkness dominating his view.
However, just a short distance ahead, a hint of white appeared.
When he saw the whitening traces, a part of his Clothing subtly trembled.
The result of the teleportation did not seem satisfactory, Luo Di originally planned to transport directly to the deepest Moon God prison cell.
“Unable to teleport to the whitening area… Is it the Moon God’s ability, or has the special prison holding the Moon God undergone so special spatial treatnt?
Ten minutes should be sufficient.”
Luo Di wasted no ti, sprinting towards the deepest section.
During this, his thoughts weren’t on the task at hand, instead recalling the sensation inside the Squad Leader just now.
The physical contact felt entirely different from before, and the Squad Leader’s ability to perfectly mimic Death Row Inmates is quite incredible.
Although he stayed inside for just a brief mont,
Luo Di vaguely sensed sothing,
“The brain… Wu Wen’s brain seed sowhat different. That sensation was sowhat akin to witnessing the Prison Director’s right arm during the great selection.
Reaching the extent of mimicking Death Row Inmates within two years cannot be achieved by training alone.
Did the Squad Leader perhaps co into contact with another part of the Prison Director, the brain? And was acknowledged? Obviously, Mr. Question Mark has known about this for a long ti, yet kept it from us.
It was ant to make this Disguise more complete, penetration more perfect.
I shouldn’t overthink it, just focus on my task…”
Throughout these five days, Luo Di had been running simulation exercises, envisioning all possible etings with the Moon God, and related negotiations.
He wasn’t nervous,
When he stepped into the entirely whitened passage, all activity within turned Reversed, ensuring he wouldn’t be affected by the white.
At that mont, a strip of cloth from his Clothing detached, wrapping around his collar to form a tie structure.
A voice erged from the tie gap:
“Hey, my dear friend Luo Di, aren’t you being a bit too arrogant? eting the Moon God requires more respect. This turbid white, this sorrowful white is a baptism before eting.
I suggest you start your monologue now, let yourself be completely whitened before admiring the Moon.
This is what a follower should and must do. Disrespect might upset the Moon God greatly.”
Luo Di had no intention of accepting the suggestion, his gaze showing no hint of compromise, “I’m not here for a pilgrimage; I’m here to negotiate terms.
Moreover, I co as the current Pope of the Reversed Church, not as a follower.”
“Suit yourself, anyhow I remain forever loyal to the Moon God,” the tie whitened, and the cloth man spoke no more.
Less than two minutes later,
Luo Di passed through the deep passage, reaching the core area designated to impound the Moon God.
Buzz…
The intense Moonlight descended, forcing Luo Di to squint, raising his gaze.
Sothing was slowly descending,
It carried a ghastly white, and was known as the Pale King, the king of old tis.
The endless white Moon filled his sight, as if it intended to conduct the deepest dying upon Luo Di.
Suddenly, Luo Di’s single arm began to tremble, and from the depths of space, a tallic blade erged,
gripping it reversely for a slash.
Buzz! A blow imbued with animality directly sliced through all the white before him, including the descending old king.
Imdiately following,
Luo Di used a delicate Sword Technique to completely peel off the skin of his face, solely because the skin had been entirely whitened. He discarded the skin and donned a mask.
Everything fell silent.
There was, in fact, no white and no descending celestial body here.
There was only a square-structured containnt facility, covered with light-absorbing material.
Luo Di reached out, placing a hand on the surface of the closed facility, unlocking it forcefully using his Reform Envoy identity.
The authorization granted by the Prison Director was exceedingly high, allowing him access to such a high-level containnt zone without any application needed.
He navigated through the successive closure structures, arriving at the deepest containnt space.
It resembled an art studio,
a wooden easel was placed centrally, and a shroud enveloped a mysterious piece of artwork.
At that mont, the tie around his neck detached, transforming into the shape of the cloth man, piously kneeling, completely still.
Luo Di calculated the ti, five minutes remained.
He showed no hesitation, striding forward, unveiling the artwork before him with a single motion. Simultaneously, Reverse Draft was already surfacing on his skin, preparing to face the real Moon God.
However.
Underneath the shroud, the canvas held nothing.
It was indeed very white, but not of lunar light, rather empty white.
As Luo Di marveled at the situation, he caught sothing out of the corner of his eye. Hanging from a corner of the canvas was a drop of white liquid, like freshly dripped paint.
Following its course,
the white paint trickled onto the ground, flowing towards the prostrating cloth man.
Its colorful strips of fabric began to writhe all of a sudden, turning white, while white worms wriggled out from the gaps.
The cloth man stood upright,
its face now occupied by dense worms, sculpting a hollow, soulless Moon Pit smile as they devoured it.
An ethereal, silent, soul-encompassing voice erged from the depth of its face, seemingly originating from across the cosmos or possibly never spoken, rely an auditory illusion.
Luo Di could hear the voice only because his soul was already crawling with worms, which arranged themselves into words on his body surface.
≮Take out… to admire the Moon.≯
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