Luo Di held a big bowl and drank all the soup, just stopping short of licking it with his tongue.

As for the carefully boiled iced green bean soup, he added two more bowls on the way and even planned to pack one to take back.

Gust was also completely satisfied, slumped in his seat, his tongue swirling in the air, as if recalling the wonderful memory of tasting tongue for the first time.

"Good thing we didn't kill this kid!

To be able to make something this delicious, we'll be enjoying ourselves in the days to come... I'll take a little nap, and when night falls, we'll go to the gym for your private lessons."

"Okay."

Luo Di drank quite a bit, so he got up to go to the restroom.

Pushing open the private room door, he went directly to the cafeteria's exterior, where Hunter, dressed as a chef, was surprisingly smoking outside. He seemed to notice what Luo Di was up to and pointed in the direction of the public restroom.

By the time Luo Di returned, Hunter had already put out his cigarette, thrown the butt into the trash can, wiped the ash off his hands with a towel, and sprayed some mouth cleanser into his mouth.

"Luo Di," Hunter took the initiative to call his name.

"Hm?"

"The things I gave you, I believe you saw during the meal, especially Joker's skin, that kind of material, you should be able to notice the key aspects, right?"

"Multi-layered rubber with air pockets left between the layers.

The rubber's structure is very strange, likely possessing features from the Outer Realm.

As for the air pockets, they're filled with the mist he obtained from the videotape incident.

The two effects combined with his tricks make him probably the hardest to kill among all mature monsters."

Hunter nodded, "Indeed, even with my current higher rank, I'm not confident I can completely kill him.

I attended last night's teacher's meeting, if you want to find the Joker in a month's time, you must find a way to kill him.

In other words, your individual destructive power must at least match or exceed my level."

"What do you mean?"

"If you're free, you can come to the cafeteria to discuss destructive issues with me. Besides, you need a sufficiently unique and different weapon.

The baseball bat in your hand isn't really suited for striking balloons, and the metal construction of your left arm, although sharp, is still just a Derivative."

Luo Di was taken aback at first, then nodded, "Alright."

Returning to the private room,

Gust immediately caught the strange scent on Luo Di, "Oh, what were you and that chef talking about outside? Let me taste... Eh, you brat! Is it not enough that Question Mark and I give you private lessons? You even target the chef."

"Senior, could you say a little less?"

"I have to mention it! All the resources have been given to you, don't you dare die, take things slowly in the future.

Tonight, we'll deepen your practice of 'Danger Perception', looking at how you're dining with everyone, it's almost impossible for you to master the tongue."

"Thank you, senior."

Luo Di had actually already focused much of his thoughts on Hunter.

As for "destructive power," the other side indeed has the credentials to speak, and Luo Di very much wanted to learn.

As for what's called a destructive weapon, he has two options now, one is to go to the Dungeon to earn points and directly exchange them for weapons from the Murderer movie.

Another is to go to Hell, browse the exchanges, or directly look for the three internet cafe bosses for private trades.

The former method can indeed get Luo Di the most favored, most handy merchandise, but essentially it still belongs to Corner products, which might be suppressed by the Joker's mist, making it hard to exert the best effect.

To unleash the maximum destructive power, the forces of Hell must be borrowed.

...

In the cold, pitch-black bathroom.

Uncle Joke, who had a pair of scissors stuck in his eye, lay on the floor for three days and nights, until the blood that flowed out had completely dried, and the body started to rot and smell, then he slowly sat up.

He did not hastily pull out the scissors,

but placed the soap on the ground, deliberately slipping down onto it.

This time, the fall drove the scissors deeper, though it did not increase the injury.

Confirming this, ensuring the disaster had vanished.

Joke then removed the scissors, then inserted a tube into the eye socket hole, wildly blowing air until his bloated skin covered the wound and rapidly healed.

Once everything was set, he took a shower again.

Hanging outside the bathroom door was a meticulously chosen pair of overalls, indicating he was about to attend an important gathering.

When he left the room, he particularly donned a red hard hat.

Behind the door was neither a floor corridor nor a town path, but a deep cave passage.

Here, there's none of the seeped-in fear, it's an area independent of the Corner, immune to fear surveillance.

Heading along the passage toward the outside, it surprisingly led to a large quarry.

Various massive spotlights were set around the quarry, providing illumination.

Hundreds of "workers" were busy here.

Yet most of them didn't maintain a human form, but revealed their true monster selves, some even deviating from monster appearances, with certain irregular mutations evident.

Their worksite was at the excavation pit in the quarry's center.

By now, a circular pit over a hundred meters wide had been dug, appearing utterly dark when peered into, like an Abyss.

A ring of elevators was installed around the pit.

They work in two shifts, whenever it's shift-changing time, they ride the elevators to the deepest parts.

The workers brought up suffer a period of "Abyss influence," during which their internal comic book remnants may become completely uncontrollable.

The Joker served as an overseer.

Whenever a worker showed signs of losing control, he would immediately eliminate them and conduct remnant page recovery.

Today is a particularly important day, the pit's depth already meeting certain standards.

It might not physically conform to the "Abyss" definition yet, but it allows a certain existence on the other side to barely slip through, dealing with the emergent forces in the Corner.

The Joker, along with several foremen, all gathered at the pit's edge,

comparing their watch times with one another,

"It's coming."

Suddenly,

an eerily quiet settled over the quarry,

The sounds of excavators, electric lights buzzing, and all the monsters' breathing vanished, as if absorbed by the pit.

Following this were screams emanating from the pit's bottom.

The workers who had just swapped down seemed to encounter something horrifying, yet as overseers, the Joker and others didn't move, instead bearing smiles.

The screams quickly subsided,

replaced by crawling sounds,

like something with a vast surface area,

each crawl creating a massive thudding sound,

as if an unspeakable, distant, higher-dimensional entity, slowly coming to this world.

Even Joke couldn't suppress his unease, starting to inflate his body, unwilling to perish here.

Before that thing emerged,

Buzz! Tinnitus surged through his brain.

Joke was no exception,

he seemed to see a giant film-layer-like limb, neither hand nor arm, enveloping the pit, entering the quarry area.

Pop!

A balloon in his mind burst, the tinnitus vanished.

Joke managed to control this mental influence,

he saw no strange giant creature,

but a slim figure, webbed fingers, a purely black tail trailing behind, standing at the pit's rim.

Its face was clad in dense small holes, each opening writhing, breathing, adjusting to the air composition here.

Quickly,

these holes began shuffling to form eyes, a nose, and a mouth.

This existence seemed dissatisfied with its appearance and continued to alter itself.

Each visual change corresponded to the death of workers below the pit.

In no time,

it formed an ordinary, featureless visage, yet its body remained unchanged, its footfalls leaving squishy impressions as it approached Joke.

"Such a lowly world capable of spawning beings like you, intriguing... No wonder Teacher Itou chose this as a visiting site.

Inform me of everything about this place, and that so-called resistance organization."

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