The interrogation room’s corner-embedded rodent eyes, already disrupted by Timi’s pupil skill, could no longer provide surveillance footage.
However,
in the plague bed monitoring room, a fat-bellied rat was enjoying today’s portion of doughnuts,
They could be considered the most relaxed group in Rat City since it was almost impossible for anyone to cause trouble in the plague beds. They had grown accustod to slacking off all day and even found looking up at the monitors tiring.
Timi was even observing the monitoring room’s condition by reversing the nerve pathways of her eyeballs.
Initially prepared to cause trouble, William, upon seeing this scene, also revealed a helpless smile and decided first to play along with the quarantine officer suspected of Abyssal erosion.
Pulling on his hood and donning his signature needle-studded mask, William beca like a true judge from the Monastery.
Then, by ans of the costu, he grew a pair of leather gloves that emitted the aura of an Angel Envoy, and with his fists pressed against the tabletop, he exerted imnse psychological pressure on the other party.
Role reversal.
"Now it’s my turn to ask questions. Please tell
the na of the person in charge of the plague beds, their characteristics, and whether they have finished their path," he said.
"Dugall, Heart of the Plague, was granted the title of Green Pri Minister quite early on and has already found the green door that represents the plague on his path of disease exploration.
Soon, when our research makes a breakthrough, he will complete his final path and beco the second path completer after the Moon Lord.
At that ti, we will also initiate the plan to expand the plague, transporting the plague-infused ores to the surrounding areas."
Receiving this news, William appeared quite pleased, "Phew~ You scared
for a mont. I thought Rat City might have two path completers... That’s better.
If I destroy the entire plague bed and kill this Green Pri Minister, would you have any objections?" he asked.
"Yes, I would. Lord Dugall is a pillar of Rat City. It is because of his plague research that Rat City can exist without the Moon Lord’s protection and continue to hold dominion over the Dark Nest Mine.
If he dies and the plague is gone, the entire Rat City will be completely swallowed by the ruined Old World."
"I see... Then the rat folk you capture all seem to be used as research material, none able to escape. Even you have been bound by the plague, forced to rely on external devices to sustain your life indefinitely.
Does such an unprincipled way of living have any aning?"
The quarantine officer responded indifferently, "Those are just the lowliest of the underground rat folk. Their birth is ant for the continuation of the group’s will. Every rat sent here as material should feel proud and honored."
"Hey~ You must have families or friends, right?
When they were sent here as material for research and processing, were they proud and honored? How did you feel at the ti?
I guess it must have been hard, right? Do you really always think managing the plague this way is a good practice, or is it just your personal compromise, a helpless compromise?" William challenged.
"I..."
William’s soft whisper forcibly awakened the quarantine officer’s mories, causing him to frantically scratch at his skull.
During this process, William did not use direct teaching;
he rely enhanced the effect of his words.
Leaning forward to whisper directly into the other’s ear, he said:
"How about it? Why don’t you resist with ... and then find another reasonable, principled way for Rat City to continue existing.
You just need to lead the way for , take
to that Green Pri Minister’s bedroom, and I’ll handle everything else."
"Yes! No... Yes! No..."
The effect of the whisper began to work, and the quarantine officer was caught in a strong internal struggle.
Just as he was about to figure things out, crack! His skull split open, and several black tentacles burst out from within.
This situation made William frown deeply, "Hmm! Caught in a strong contradiction which weakened his consciousness, and carelessly beca possessed by the will of the Abyss... Damn it! I was so close to achieving ’verbal conversion.’"
Then, the quarantine officer, as if struck with madness, suddenly lunged across the table at William.
Slap!
However, William simply struck the tabletop with his palm!
The imnse force of his palm strike caused the other end of the table to flip up, hitting right into the quarantine officer’s jaw and sending him flying through the air.
Without opening his suitcase,
William just clenched his right fist, covered in leather gloves, and a direct punch thundered into the abdon as he channeled his physical power into it.
Like a balloon exploding,
the Quarantine Officer’s protective suit burst along with his body, scattering his already decayed organs and green blood contaminated with disease, accompanied by several black tentacles.
These minute products of the Abyss wriggled towards William like snakes or worms, attempting an invasion.
Just as they neared, a ray of brilliance bead down.
Exposed to the white candlelight, the tentacles quickly evaporated, leaving not even a trace behind.
At the doorway of the interrogation room, Thirteen, with a white candle atop his head, spoke softly, "Teacher, I’ve thought it through carefully this ti! The current situation inevitably leads to all-out war with the Plague Bed, I shouldn’t hold back any longer."
William nodded slightly, then blew off the black liquid clinging to the surface of his right fist, glanced at the Quarantine Officer who had turned to dust, and moved on.
"Hmm, let’s get ready to rumble! Thirteen, grab my suitcase."
"Teacher, aren’t you going to use a weapon?"
"No need."
He unfastened the three buttons of his suit,
rolled up his sleeves to the elbows,
untied and loosened the top button of his shirt,
and gently tugged at the edges of the gloves symbolizing the Apostle Skin, infusing them with death,
then his fingers circled around the collar and he twisted his neck.
Everything set, William abruptly raised his right leg and kicked out... Crack! The reinforced, sealed door of the interrogation room was instantly kicked into scrap tal, even denting the opposite wall with a deep indent.
In an instant,
the alarm in the Plague Bed area blared loudly,
the corridor where William was standing quickly filled with quarantine officers in protective suits, and strangely-shaped plague-modified creatures were released.
With an easy expression, William inquired, "Hey! Does anyone here know how to get to Dugall’s office?"
Hearing the young man directly call out Dugall’s na, the mob in the corridor instantly went berserk.
...
Deep in the subspace, a tent floated.
Fear Circus.
With the formal performance concluded, the tent that consud a substantial amount would undergo months of digestion and growth. During this ti, the circus mbers were free to move around but still needed permission to leave.
Sealed in the depths of the cave beneath the backstage, the area where the boss resided.
Today, apart from Chef Timi bringing nutrition fluid, there followed a Chief, naly Mr. Rabbit wearing a hood.
The two communicated through fear,
As the vice-captain of the circus, Mr. Rabbit made a humble request, hoping the captain would rge the new departnt—"Theater" with "Circus," and even suggested building the theater inside the circus, offering up a large space for it.
"This is the first ti you’ve brought up such a proposal to , Rabbit.
Do you so wish to have William at your side? Is his body more intriguing than those who have been recruited by the circus over the years?"
Faced with the boss’s question, Mr. Rabbit crossed his arms in front of his chest, nodding solemnly.
"Okay, when William returns, I will explain the situation to him. If he doesn’t object or if the construction of the theater doesn’t conflict with the circus, I will consider accepting your suggestion.
Cough cough~ Rabbit, if you were to compare his body’s potential to yours, who would be stronger?"
At this question, Mr. Rabbit bowed his head, fidgeting with his tie for about ten minutes before cautiously answering.
"I’ve never seen you so hesitant about a physical matter before, and the answer you’ve co up with doesn’t seem quite accurate~ Since that’s the case, when the lad returns, make sure to teach him how to dance properly.
Once I die, the stability of the circus will fall on the heads of you few Chiefs.
If you can develop William beforehand according to the potential you estimate, he might be able to replace ."
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