Through Luo Di's observations along the way, especially the structure at the bottom of the cave, the construction of the seal absolutely does not originate from a certain monster.

『With such a large area of the external dense forest, it is unlikely that anyone would spend money to buy such a large corner of land just to suppress a tongue.

Not to mention being able to establish such a pure monster seal, completely prohibiting the monster from touching it, yet unable to stop non-monster destruction.

The internal structure is the same,

All these iron chains are formed through the purest form of entity Fear, an original Fear not processed by the pituitary, something belonging to the corner.

The palm-shaped confinement facilities also have some resemblance to the [qualification] I obtained.

A relatively certain speculation can be made, the one who sealed the tongue is not a monster, but the corner itself... What on earth did he do, for the corner to seal him?

How bizarre!

The subjectivity of the corner's will should be very weak, almost nonexistent. Unlike the Hell Will that records information on every Great Demon, offers relevant guidance, and even leads the entire Hell World to engage in Outer Realm invasions.

The will of the corner seems nonexistent, or perhaps it only mechanically provides some information.

Moreover, even a guy like the Joker who betrays the corner isn't sealed or imprisoned, and can even ambush me on the road.

Why is the tongue imprisoned?

Could it be that his very existence causes damage to the corner, so he was locked up? What if I release him?』

Luo Di glanced at the vortex corresponding to the palm lines, recalling the scent of the tongue that covered him after he saved it, he nevertheless resolutely stepped forward.

"Thank you, senior, for saving me!"

"I naturally have to save you and must save you... I exhausted my efforts to bring the Avatar down to earth, affecting 1087 seemingly decent humans, among whom only 121 exhibited tongue affinity.

Among them, 56 died on the path of growth,

Most of the remaining humans are still active in the Investigation Bureau.

Moreover, you are the only one who achieved a Hell connection and quickly grew, the first human to reach the corner, with the best, most superior talent.

Though you should come after plant maturity, but since you happened to run into a troublesome matter nearby, coming early is not a problem, the level you showed has reached a mature level.

Next, you should know what to do."

Luo Di did not directly use Hell Ability, nor cut off these iron chains, but approached respectfully in front of the other party, "Senior, how should I address you? Mr. Tongue or...?"

"Gust."

Luo Di was somewhat surprised to find that the opponent directly gave a name, after all, among the monsters of high status in the corner he had contacted, most required the use of pseudonyms.

"Can I communicate with you first, then lift the seal for you?"

"Fine... I also have something to ask you. But before we communicate, there is one condition, help me cut off the three iron chains on the tip of the tongue."

"Okay."

Luo Di did not hesitate, his left arm created a blade structure specialized for cutting iron, his gaze fixed on the tongue exposed outside the opponent's mouth.

Currently, the length presented outside the mouth exceeds three times the normal human tongue length limit,

Roughly divided into three parts: the tongue tip, tongue body, and tongue root,

The tongue tip is firmly fixed by three iron chains in a triangular structure,

The tongue body is penetrated and fixed by eight iron chains,

The tongue root is restricted and penetrated by the thickest iron chain under the chin.

Clang clang clang!

Sparks flew,

The iron chain broke,

The entirety lost, the entity Fear directly transformed into an invisible aura and dispersed.

With the suppression on the tongue tip removed,

Gust's eyes showed a hint of clarity, and he began to try moving his main tongue, that seemingly small portion of the tongue tip appeared exceedingly agile.

reoreoreoreo~

Watching the activity of the tongue tip, even the tongue in Luo Di's mouth mimicked it, voluntarily slipping out and starting to wriggle quickly, as if drawn by some force.

"Ah~ (trembling tone), it's so comfortable, really feels like coming back! I'll first ask you two questions, and then you can ask me."

"Please ask, senior."

"Tell me the cause, process, and outcome of being chased and killed by the betrayers, also your left arm seems to have contacted Outer Realm objects, but itself wasn't affected, explain what happened and how you contacted it?"

"Alright..."

Luo Di straightforwardly started talking from the events of Vortex Town, including the Mutated Dungeon, the comic holder, the process of using Hell's Torture Room to acquire metallic characteristics, and how such behavior possibly offended Outer Realm forces.

During the listening process, Gust listened intently, without any interruptions, or perhaps he was simultaneously listening to the activity of the tongue in Luo Di's mouth, judging whether he was lying.

When the narration reached the part related to invasion events,

Luo Di suddenly felt a dangerous aura,

He looked at the sealed Gust,

and saw the tongue tattoo on the opponent's face showing signs of wriggling, moreover, the entire expression was exceptionally grave, a certain emotion of hatred was overflowing.

"What are you looking at? Keep telling the story!"

"Oh!"

As Luo Di finished recounting the entire process,

Gust gave only a brief comment, "Well done!"

"Huh?"

"That's right, feed those Outer Realm scum some shit! You did well, using Hell's ability to completely transform the things from the remaining pages into your own.

If these scum can't play, they shouldn't play. They even sent people to mess with you, truly waste among waste."

Luo Di was slightly stunned, not expecting the source of these tongues in front of him to be even more agitated than he, the victim, upon hearing the Outer Realm news.

Though the tongue was known to lie often, these words didn't sound false. Luo Di could intuitively feel the strong emotional fluctuations in the other's speech.

"Senior, have you been targeted by things from the Outer Realm before?"

"Do you have to be targeted to hate them? The Corner is our territory, our domain. These things not only intrude but also secretly infiltrate and influence. They deserve to die!"

"Ah... Aren't you sealed here by the Corner? Logically, shouldn't you hate the Corner?"

"Is that what you inferred?"

"Yes."

"Indeed, with such a scene, one could indeed make such an inference. I am indeed sealed by the Corner, or more accurately, suppressed here.

But it's not because I made a mistake, nor is it because I offended the Corner.

Rather, I actively requested the Corner to do so."

"Actively requested? Why... and, since you actively requested it, can't you now also request the Corner to release you?"

Luo Di could not comprehend this at all; it made no logical sense.

However, Gust did not conceal anything at all,

He seemed very eager to talk,

It seemed that no one had been able to come here and chat with him for a long time,

It seemed his tongue had been longing for communication, and unexpectedly, he began to recount past events:

"I have a peculiar hobby, a congenital obsession! When I was only six years old, I started collecting the tongues of various small animals around me.

Later, when my family found out, my father told me stories about Hell Demons, warning me that continuing to do so would send me to Hell, and the Demons there would pull out my tongue. He even showed me related movies.

As a child, I was quite frightened, but I couldn't suppress my desire. It only grew stronger.

I began collecting cautiously, ensuring no one discovered my actions.

I even found opportunities to sneak into hospitals to collect the tongues of the dead. Also, I started to note down people I thought had interestingly shaped tongues or those who were fond of lying in a notebook.

Gradually, the influence from the Corner spread over me, transforming me into the very Tongue-Demon I once feared the most.

My desire kept escalating,

Regardless of whether it was a living person or a Pseudo-Person, if I took a liking to their tongue, I would collect it.

Upon arriving at the Corner, I became even more unrestrained. Unlike you, who are focused on growth and revenge, I was merely indulging, enjoying the pleasure of collecting tongues.

Of course, my personal taste was also constantly improving during this process.

I specifically acquired properties to create a gallery, filled with various tongues, strictly categorized. As my taste improved, I desired to collect the tongues of those strong or unique, which offended many.

Until one day,

I encountered a strange creature that I aimed to collect but found I could never do so!

I exhausted all my means, employed all my abilities, and thought through all my strategies.

All in vain.

That creature was peculiar; it didn't get angry but simply walked away in front of me.

After that incident, I suddenly found I had lost my 'joy.' My enthusiasm for collecting tongues was no longer as it used to be, and I felt nothing at all.

Without a target, without motivation, I lived like a walking corpse.

To regain my joy, I requested the Corner to seal me here.

Perhaps it was because of my earnest prayer, or maybe because I had the 'qualification' in my hand, the Corner responded to my request.

It truly worked,

In the decades of suppression below, I couldn't satisfy my collecting hobby, nor could I return to my collection room.

The desire accumulated within me,

and gradually, I developed a strong craving for 'collecting' again.

And I also knew that the entire Corner had transformed during this time, with more interesting tongues appearing, making it a brand new collecting journey once I leave.

And taking advantage of the retreat period, I focused on self-improvement, determined to collect that creature the next time we meet.

The Corner is just my backyard garden,

and these foreign dog shits! Dared to destroy the paradise I deliberately preserved during my retreat, they deserve to die, truly deserve to die!!!!

I must get out early, kill this filthy bunch early, restore the garden to normal so that I can collect normally again.

Sadly, when I tried contacting the Corner, it was already dead... not sure what killed it.

I can only continue to be trapped here, trying all possible means to extend my influence, to find special humans like you to assist in my escape."

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