Mr. Rabbit sat in his office, with no need for any devices, for his physical body alone could completely supervise and control the entire "Rabbit Immortal Castle".
If he wished, he could even cause Rabbit Immortal Castle to undergo structural transformations, turning it into a super-sized muscle giant, or condensing it into a muscle pill to serve as a physical supplent.
He had spent the entire day in his office, observing William’s condition.
Generally speaking, outsiders like William who had not gone through the "Rabbit Male Selection" would have a hard ti passing the training at Rabbit Immortal Castle on their first day, even if they were highly talented.
Mr. Rabbit had even thought ahead,
When William would have depleted all his muscle cell energy and fallen into a complete coma, he would be taken by a rabbit man to a secret area of the club to receive a special healing bath.
At that ti, Mr. Rabbit would also imrse himself in the bath, so by the ti William woke up, he could provide him with more intuitive physical instruction. He had rarely taken an interest in the younger generation, and now there was this new Chief.
But the actual situation was completely beyond his expectations,
The muscles trembled, and the body language was translated into spoken words by the fortune-bringing rabbit on the desk,
"Replacing performance with slaughter, achieving training requirents through self-wrestling... indeed, he was different from the rest, and the aerial spiral he displayed at the end was clearly related to the abyss structure in his abdon.
When he reached the apex, a significant contraction appeared in his abdon, enabling him to spin at high speeds around that axis, almost tearing the ground of Rabbit Immortal Castle apart.
Although he has not exercised physically for so ti, his physical talent is ridiculously high. It’s a pity that he was noticed and given a position by the boss so early;
otherwise, he could have beco the fourth leader of the circus and fully affiliated with my club."
...
In the corridors of the Circus Castle, a shadow was moving swiftly, coming to a cliff in the passageway and leaping onto the roller coaster covered in smiley faces and balloon graffiti.
Without any concealnt, William directly headed to the Clown House as the Chief,
Even if Art asked in person, he would respond straightforwardly that he had personal matters with Catherine.
If it had been before, after a whole day of physical training, William would have definitely gone straight ho to bathe and sleep since he would have to go to Rabbit Immortal Castle the next day.
But the matter with Catherine was always weighing on his mind;
if he didn’t take the opportunity of her invitation, he would truly miss the chance.
As his body shrank into the roller coaster, William finally had ti to rest for a bit.
But just as his tense muscles began to relax.
Whir! A sharp pain suddenly surged from his abdon—a look downward revealed the abyss was forcibly contracting and twisting, even more intense than before.
"Is it because I slightly used the traits of the abyss during the wrestling... Wow! This pain is completely different, as if my soul is being torn apart!"
Even with the Monastery talents at his disposal, William could hardly bear it. The pain that almost shredded his soul was far beyond the physical, and he couldn’t use it as a stimulant.
William lay as flat as possible on the roller coaster, trying to alleviate the pain through deep breathing, but there was still no sign of improvent in his DNA.
Until a flash of insight crossed his mind, it was sothing Mr. Rabbit had ntioned before.
’If you can find its "rhythm" instead of rely imitating...’
"Right, rhythm!"
William tried to feel the state of his body more carefully, the rhythm contained in the contractions, and he began to breathe along with this rhythm.
By the ti the roller coaster reached the station, the contractions had finally stabilized.
"I didn’t expect the side effects to be so severe. It’s really not that simple to ride the abyss alone... The last ti I explored the abyss, I sacrificed tens of millions of high-quality Black Worm larvae. Slow and steady it is."
William stopped paying attention to his own state and imdiately scanned the situation in the Clown House.
"It’s a bit strange. With Art’s personality, he should have appeared the first priority, but now there’s not even a hint of his aura leaking out."
William continued to sit in the roller coaster, straightening his suit and raising the collar to completely cover his mouth and nose, thereby blocking potential toxins, nightmare factors, and other substances.
His gaze swept over the factory-style building before him.
It matched Nash’s description perfectly,
Art’s painted factory was in complete lockdown, with all kinds of iron chains hanging haphazardly on the door, and nurous human head balloons floating in front of the door, with one every ter.
On the other hand, Catherine’s factory door was left slightly ajar, and one could faintly hear the sound of water from inside through the gap.
"Is Art really in seclusion? Could it be that Catherine’s change has nothing to do with him directly?"
With one hand braced on the edge of the roller coaster, William lightly leapt to land between the two factory buildings,
Glancing at the ti on his hand23:46’
With just over ten minutes left until the end of today, William decided to check on Art’s situation first.
Swish~ His black pompadour instantly turned silver,
Thanks to the combination of Zion and Lorrian, William had beco more adept at using the moon. Coupled with the clothing’s concealnt effect and the illusion technique, William tried to approach the nearest human-head balloon.
As the 360° revolving human-head balloons swept over the area where William stood, the moonlight would completely erase his image from their vision.
And just like that, William successfully got close to the factory gate.
Unfortunately, a much tougher problem lay before him.
The ’iron chains’ hanging in front of the factory gate were not made of tal at all, nor were they even chains. Instead, they were a type of "human sausage" created by high-pressure enemas, rely coated with tallic paint.
Through the sausage casing,
At least three highly compressed human bodies could be seen between each segnt of the sausage. These were not ordinary humans or artificially created beings, but patients defeated and absorbed by Art, each at least at an Open Source Level.
From their eyes, it was clear that these patients were now insane, suffering from severe ntal illnesses.
Any contact with the "intestinal lock" would cause the sausage to explode imdiately, and the crazed, maliciously proliferating patients fused together would lash out at whoever touched it.
What’s more important is that Art would be notified of the breach instantly.
Just as William was about to use the moonlight camouflage to try and unlock these sausage chains, a soft voice ca from the side,
"Please refrain from disturbing Mr. Art’s secluded recuperation for the ti being~ If you have any clown-related inquiries, please head to my master’s factory.
If Mr. Art gets upset, he may go on a killing spree."
William turned his head to look. The speaker was a human mannequin.
Octopus tentacles wriggled conspicuously from the damaged part of the head, while waves of black nightmarish aura oozed out of the skull.
Since he had been discovered, William had no choice but to let it go.
Turning to face the mannequin, he reverted to his black-haired appearance, "I was rely curious and wanted to see what Art was up to... By the way, how long has it been since he last ca out?"
"A little over two months, I guess."
William quickly calculated the ti;
it coincided with Art’s seclusion beginning just after his last shoulder injury from Lorrian.
"Do you know the reason for the seclusion?"
"I am rely Miss Catherine’s servant and not privy to so many details. If you’re here to see Miss Catherine, please go in. Us talking here might disturb Mr. Art."
"Alright."
As William followed the mannequin lady into Catherine’s factory, he also quickly deduced the essence of the mannequin.
It appeared to be a female, most likely an applicant from the Clown House, whose brain was surgically removed while still alive and then implanted into the mannequin body after a special nightmarish transformation.
The octopus tentacles that grew from the brain as a center penetrated the mannequin’s torso and limbs, allowing movent similar to that of humans.
This kind of malignant human transformation had never been seen before.
"Miss Catherine is waiting for you by the pool area. I am not qualified to approach there."
Following the mannequin’s direction, William saw the pool at the end of the factory.
Besides, nurous similar female mannequins hung from the top of the factory, all staring down with wide eyes and stiff smiles at the special visitor below.
As William slowly approached the pool,
Like Nash described, the normally structured pool gradually transford into a beach setup, and the factory’s deepest wall ceased to exist, turning into an endless ocean.
As the first Moonlight Infected, William instantly noticed the trick.
"Catherine’s progress has been so fast? She can even blur the ’boundary between dream and reality’... Although she uses special seawater and space extension of the Circus Tent,
the key to achieving such realism still relies on the ’True Dream’."
As William stepped onto the beach, he felt the unmatched reality of the scene.
Whoosh~
With the waves crashing onto the shore,
in the blink of an eye, a wooden boat appeared before William, and a soft voice seed to urge him in the void to hurry and sit down.
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