[Inside the Restaurant]

The middle-aged man did not consume the bitten-off right hand; instead, he devoured the horse head completely.

Gazing at the vortex in the center of his palm,

he took out a peculiar metal utensil to seal up the palm. As long as Luo Di was not completely killed, this palm must not be moved.

Wiping the grease off the corner of his mouth with a napkin, his gaze glanced at the unsettling fog outside the window.

"How did Joke locate this kid?

He almost erased all of his bodily presence, combined with the peculiar creature under him, I didn't recognize him immediately even when he got near me.

The tools used by Joke didn't seem like ability-based tracking,

neither the hand I bit off nor the horse head had any of Joke's balloon or fog mark.

Could it be that someone higher up wants 'Luo Di' dead? It seems this human has offended quite a few people.

It's such a pity, if this human could continue to grow to plant maturation, he might have become a delicacy I've never tasted. Eating him prematurely is somewhat wasteful.

I also need to be cautious, lest this lunatic sets a trap for me."

Behind the middle-aged man, there was a writhing of flesh, followed closely by an old lady separating and settling in this "private restaurant" that could not be observed or invaded from the outside.

Determining that Luo Di had already been captured by the Joker and the fog had seeped into every corner of the flesh,

he took the initiative to leave the restaurant and made his way to the scene of the incident.

Next comes the crucial sharing phase. He had personally verified the information the Joker provided. Indeed, there was a [qualification] in Luo Di's possession.

His requirement was to obtain this qualification and the right to consume Luo Di's flesh; other various items that existed on Luo Di didn't matter.

The middle-aged man walked between the fog,

a strange spatial field was kept constantly active, maintaining a vacuum gap of 0.3~0.5m between him and the fog.

He first arrived at the intersection, picked up a little boy playing there, and then proceeded along the road to the incident site.

Standing at the intersection, Luo Di had been completely inflated, especially his head, which was swollen like a balloon, showing signs of detachment from the neck.

The red balloon floating behind Luo Di began to "shape,"

pouring a large amount of red mist from the inside, differing from the fog in the environment, these red mists autonomously constructed, slowly forming the image of Joke.

Round-tipped shoes, suspenders, face shrouded in fog.

Because they knew the [qualification] was inside Luo Di.

They needed to handle it carefully; haphazard killing might damage the qualification, making it a lost cause.

The middle-aged man said, "Joke, the search for the qualification item is up to you ~ if this kid moves in any way during the process, I will eat those 'moving' parts.

After it's done, I hope you fulfill your promise."

The Joker didn't verbally respond, only made an OK gesture.

One by one, threads grew through the fog on the Joker's face, about to integrate into Luo Di's neck, completing the production of the human head balloon.

The threads easily pierced the skin,

began to tighten in a circle,

watching as it was about to perform the final tying process.

The Carnivorous Family suddenly noticed a slight movement in Luo Di's left arm,

he immediately made a biting motion, intending to remove that arm, also taking care to be cautious with bite force, to avoid accidentally crushing critical items.

Ding!

A crisp sound emerged in the mouth,

the middle-aged man quickly reached to cover his left cheek, then spat out forcefully.

Blood mixed with a peculiar black metallic substance was spat out; it had no flesh sensation at all, rather a kind of metal he had never seen before, almost breaking his teeth.

"It clearly felt like a [living body], why was it metal when bitten? Moreover, this thing is not only terrifyingly hard, it carries a strong feedback of pain.

This isn't right!

Could it be that this guy has been pretending to flee, just to make Joke and me fully appear? Even willing to actively fall into the trap?

It must be... he must have realized after I ate his mount that 'escape is impossible'. He has already resolved to fight us here to the end."

The Carnivorous Family began to unconsciously retreat, not out of fear, but to maintain a certain distance, reassessing this young man before him, reconsidering the plan for "qualification extraction".

"Dad, there's something behind you!!"

The warning voice of the little boy came through, and the middle-aged man immediately stopped retreating.

Turning back to look,

at some point, the street behind him was scattered with a peculiar black beast trap.

These beast traps were not dead objects; they had spike-structured legs growing from their bottoms, capable of moving, and even being watched.

Moreover,

the surrounding environment seemed to commence some sort of transformation.

...

At the same time,

when the Joker's balloon lines integrated into Luo Di's neck and just wanted to tighten around the blood vessels, trachea, and cervical spine, it was found that several gray tentacles were already waiting inside.

The tentacles tangled with the lines, halting the production process of the human head balloon.

Luo Di, seemingly muddled due to inhaling the fog,

but upon touching the thread,

and at the instant of feeling the Joker's presence,

his brain began to forcibly operate, as though some sort of code at the lowest level was triggered.

Blood threads instantly crawled over the entire eyeball, the whole brain shone with moonlight, forcibly piercing through the fog.

Luo Di's consciousness crawled back.

A transmission of consciousness, using the connection of the tentacles and the threads, was conveyed to the Joker:

'I obviously knew that the same trick couldn't be used on you a second time.

I also knew that last time you suffered from this trick, watching helplessly as I escaped right in front of you. This time, you would surely pay special attention, definitely would appear in person, using the skill you just learned to suppress my consciousness.

Lucky... both of your true forms have shown up.

This way, at least I won't be in a passive state without a target.

You are still just as naive, Joke~ don't think that by killing Teacher Guo's two useless students, you can kill me.'

Buzz!

High above in the sky, it was as if something suddenly descended.

Luo Di lifted his left arm,

due to being bitten, the skin was already damaged, revealing a black pipeline structure, with perfect bionic textures appearing.

With Prometheus' Hand, contact was established with distant deceased.

'Since I can't escape, I will kill you all...'

Upon hearing Luo Di transmit his ultimate killing intent,

a faint smile surprisingly emerged between the fog, a somewhat satisfied smile.

In the next moment.

The Joker's body exploded directly, bursting like a balloon.

The red mist scattered from inside immediately blended with the ambient fog, with even some gray mixed in, providing tracking marks on the Joker.

On the surface of Luo Di's massively swollen body, regularly distributed metal openings began to emerge,

an indistinct sound akin to the operation of a Hell Factory could be heard,

the fog accumulated inside along with hell's ashes was expelled from these openings, the swollen body gradually subsided, quickly returning to normal.

These openings would continue to exist to expel this fog that likes to permeate the flesh, ensuring that the next period of time remains unaffected.

Not far away,

when the Carnivorous Family raised its eyes again towards Luo Di, his appearance had completely transformed.

A mask capable of instilling fear with pain had been donned,

a black trench coat formed from the crippled Crow Colt shrouded his body, the hem almost touching the ground. On the chest pocket of the trench coat, a black card was affixed.

The bitten-off right hand should have lost the ability to wield a weapon,

yet, Luo Di forcibly inserted a metal bat into the wound, using muscle constriction and internal tentacle wraps to achieve stability.

Protruding from beyond the sleeve is a bio-muscle patterned black hand, five fingers moving in varying motions, while internally a sound akin to a factory working emerged.

Meanwhile,

a faint divinity spread throughout his body, allowing him, not yet matured like a plant, to achieve the presentation level they held.

"Ah~ I suppose it was never that simple... some exercise before dinner seems a must."

The middle-aged man clasped his neck with one hand, twisting slightly, beginning to make a move.

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