Within the Mysterious Skin Factory, there was a chamber made of skin where employees usually prayed, confessed, and worshipped.
The place was already soaked in blood, repurposed as a private residence.
An oversized bathtub sat upon the altar of the church, with nurous blood transfusion tubes connecting from the adjacent wall,
The blond man had removed his clothes by now and was fully subrged in it,, holding in his hands a "human head bath ball" corresponding to the head of the noblewoman Trinity which had been torn from her body while still alive.
The removed head, having had the cervical spine structure excised, used its blood-oozing neck wound to scrub the body,, focusing particularly on the abdominal area.
For on the belly of the blond man was a clear and visible sheep’s hoofprint that proved difficult to heal in a short period.
Moreover, there was a deathly cut on his wrist that had healed but turned slightly black.
During the bath, Trinity’s head kept admitting mistakes, "My lord, the Earl, I was wrong!"
"You weren’t wrong., The target was indeed a very valuable vessel, and perhaps we can achieve my Lord’s rebirth without the help of those bumpkins at the Skin Factory! I will report the information about ’William,’ this outsider, to all the nobles, and should we encounter them again, we will certainly not falter.
As for you... so long as you serve well, I will ensure that the rit of ’finding the vessel’ is credited to you as much as possible."
"Yes!"
Trinity’s headless body imdiately began to scrub the blond man’s back,
anwhile, her severed head grew several moving blood vessels from the neck, which spontaneously wriggled around the Earl’s body, using a tongue to cleanse and knead his pressure points.
"Those abandoned black sheep that dared to spoil our good deeds. Once the factory is remodeled and my Lord is revived, we must kill that flock that no longer possesses ’fertility.’
...
In a distant underground world, there was a special Neutral City, geographically positioned among the best of all cities, close to the ’center,’ and not too far away from various Source Epidemic Areas.
All forms of Transfer Tracks converged here, including light rails, various types of pipes, wormholes, as well as underground aqueducts and aerial networks.
The city’s scale was no smaller than Light City, the urban landscape a surreal mix accommodating multiple cultures and illnesses,
where a single block could display several differently styled buildings, each with varying technological advancents and types of illness.
This city was known as—[Loop]
It was the largest and most functional transport city of the Old World, even referred to in private as Transportation City.
It was an indispensable tropolis of the Old World, protected by several Source Epidemic Areas, with many of them establishing important branches there.
Loop’s transportation network spanned everywhere. For example, if a monastery wanted to apprehend a criminal, by utilizing Loop’s intelligence and transportation services, the efficiency of the capture could be increased multiple tis.
Similarly, if the Cancer Palace wished to make bulk purchases of stimulating drugs, they would only need to send an order with a 10% handling fee to the relevant rchants in Loop and, within a short ti, professional fleets would deliver large quantities of drugs, sparing many unnecessary steps.
In the heart of Loop’s central business district stood superstructures,
the largest, tallest, and most prominent of which housed the current top-ranking transfer company in the Old World.
[Redundant Intestine]
The entire structure of the company consisted of neatly arranged intestines, with different sections tied off to create corresponding work areas, and the interior separated by mucous mbranes into individual offices.
This colossal intestine building stood at the city’s highest point, and the entire digestive tract was gold-plated and structurally reinforced.
The building’s top, middle, and bottom each had branching intestines, connecting to the city’s roads and transport pipelines,
constantly transporting large numbers of patients or parcels within their intestinal systems.
Moreover, beneath the entire Old World lay pipelines emblazoned with the company’s emblem — ’Rock Sausage’. Products bought online, when delivered by Redundant Intestine Company’s courier service, usually arrive within a few hours.
However,
right next to the Redundant Intestine Company, a new company had erged over the past decades, second only in scale. It adopted a more conservative modern design, made of reinforced concrete and black tal plating, with an additional coating of worm-film on the outermost layer.
Inserted at the top of the building was a massive black Parasite Emblem.
A large number of parasitized humanoid employees are working here.
This is the Black Ascaris Company, which currently ranks close to the second place Transfer Company - "Substance Delivery" in terms of annual transportation density and total revenue.
In the top office of the Black Ascaris Company, called Origin, the office of the founder.
A man in a neatly tailored suit, with his face obstructed by the color black, received a special letter,
The letter reported that an Ascaris Car, which had achieved ’Earl Level premium custor’ status, was destroyed on the Boundary Prairie, and all personnel on board were silenced.
According to the investigation by the Black Ascaris agents at the scene, it could be confird that it was the work of the blood citizens.
Upon finishing the report, the boss’s back suddenly bulged with nurous small spots, from which a large number of parasitic larvae erged, expressing rage through roars.
"Dare to destroy the transportation? And to slaughter all my employees... They really underestimate . rely relics that were exterminated in ancient tis, trash of an era that should have been eliminated, given a brazen resurgence by the needs of the Skin Factory.
If I don’t wipe out these madn, the future expansion plans of my company will be difficult to implent."
...
[Cara switch-William]
He was currently in a rather strange dream, with voices that didn’t belong to the world he had lived in echoing in his mind.
"Yi Chen, you almost lost control in this bizarre hunt, resulting in the deaths of many innocent people. You will be imprisoned in the foothill ntal hospital for psychological treatnt for the next two months."
"Yi Chen, I can’t offer you psychological treatnt, your ntal illness has surpassed my expertise in psychology, I will report to the organization to give you another form of treatnt."
"Yi Chen, Doctor Qing i’s disappearance seems to be related to you, you will be under strict confinent to cooperate with the investigation."
"Yi... William, wake up!"
A gentle voice woke William up, pulling him away from a segnt of his past mories back to reality,
The first thing he did upon awakening was to subconsciously reach for his weapon, ready to deal with the blood citizens on his tail... however, the briefcase was not beside him, what he touched was the leg of a wool-feeling sheep.
By the ti his eyes cleared completely and he could make out his surroundings,
William was in a secluded cave, soaking in a sowhat viscous hot spring that effectively nourished the body, similar to the feeling in the primordial forest near Cancer Palace.
What he had touched was a girl crouching at the edge of the hot spring, half of her face bearing sheep horns.
"Lene... Lene?"
"You still recognize ! It’s been so long since we’ve seen each other."
The girl was the original owner of the ’Black Umbilical Cord’, the Lost Holy Embryo saved by William, who had now beco an important mber of the sheep organizations in the Old World.
Compared to the Lene Histera of her younger days, she had clearly grown up.
Besides the sheep horn on half of her face and the horizontal pupils, as well as the opened abdon continuously exuding black liquid,
the girl’s legs had already morphed into a sheep’s hoof structure, her legs covered in pitch-black fur that was very soft and well grood, so soft that it felt smoother than high-quality silk stockings.
There was also a small black tail hanging behind her.
She wore only an article of clothing woven from fur and vines, by comparison to normal humans she was already in the pri of youth, and her once unremarkable body now slightly bulged.
"Why would you... "
"Why would we go to the Skin Factory’s door to save you, right? Because I received the signal beforehand, the Black Umbilical Cord in your body absorbed dangerous blood, and I guessed right away that you must have gone to the Skin Factory mixed with blood citizens, a very dangerous place.
It wasn’t easy for to convince mom, leading everyone to find you.
The situation at that ti was too dangerous, that blood citizen had already reached the [Earl Level] existence, and if we were any later, brother, you would have been in danger.
Well, now you just rest well, and after soaking, I’ll take you on a tour around here."
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