Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

sizzle~

squeak~

The sounds coming from all around, like rodents moving under the wall, stimulated Kongjiu's nerves.

Subspace, the Sea of ​​Chaos, the Spirit Realm…

Regardless of what this place is called, Kong Jiu came to this place a second time.

Unlike the first time, this time he did not return directly to his birthplace, nor did he step into the boundless starry sky. Instead, he was thrown into a gloomy old house.

In the dim light, there was a stinking toilet, a wooden bed suspended by iron chains, and several unidentifiable, blood-stained instruments of torture scattered on the ground; otherwise, there was nothing else.

The wallpaper was wrinkled, yellowed, and peeling, and there were large stains on the floor that looked like dried blood. There were also some bright red bits of meat piled up in the corner.

Is this an execution chamber or a prison cell?

"Damn it, where did those three ratmen take me?"

This place is eerie, like a medieval private castle where enemies are tortured and interrogated.

Kong Jiu took a deep breath, brought up the system panel, and quickly scanned the skill bar.

[Chaos Agent (Beginner): You may step into the boundless sea of ​​chaos, but please note that there are no rules there.]

Can I use this skill to escape from here? I really don't want to stay in this awful place.

Kong Jiu stared at the panel, his mind racing.

Nothing happened.

He sighed in frustration.

"What's the use of this skill? Three ratmen with an intelligence of 2 can just chant a spell and open a warp portal, throwing me into this godforsaken place..."

Reluctantly putting away the panel, he then looked around.

He could roughly guess that this was a stronghold established in the subspace by a leader of the Purple Light Cult.

I took out my phone, and sure enough, there was no signal.

The execution chamber door was locked, and apart from the stinking toilet, there was no other gap leading to the outside world.

Should we try drilling?

Let's skip this size.

What if a sudden inspiration strikes, a mask appears on my face, I tear it off and become a bloody mess, and a spirit appears behind me to help me break out of the prison?

Calm down, Kong Jiu! You're overthinking things again.

It seemed that once he entered the subspace, his thoughts became particularly scattered, and all sorts of absurd ideas could pop up.

Calm down, calm down...

Kong Jiu simply sat on the wooden bed and began to think of a way to break the deadlock.

In a daze, consciousness gradually blurred, and fragmented images of the cell flashed before my eyes.

Wait, this feeling is familiar to him.

Isn't this how Li Yingying retrieved her memories when she was helping him with his visa application?

Oh, right, she did say that.

There's no time limit in subspace; so this ability is mine after all.

Perhaps out of curiosity, Kong Jiu turned the timeline in his consciousness forward, looking back at the past of this prison cell.

one day ago.

A burly, cursing old Mexican man was dragged in by several rat-man cultists and handcuffed to a thick wooden stake in an embracing position.

hum~

A strange ringing sound followed by a flash of purple light revealed a figure appearing in the execution chamber.

The newcomer's eyes gleamed blue beneath his blindfold, and his purple robe was a darker shade than that of ordinary rat-man cultists. He was covered from shoulder to toe with various eyeballs, ears, and entire face skins, all of which were noticeably more exquisitely crafted.

The moment he appeared, with just a glance, the gangster's eyes rolled back and he fainted.

Kong Jiu thought to himself, "Little boss, it's just that this mask is covering my face; he can't tell if I'm recognized."

The masked man raised his hand, and a crystal-clear dagger flew out from under his robe.

"Hamil, don't blame me. It wasn't me who ruined you; it was this chaotic world in the lower city that ruined you."

Perhaps because of his memories, his voice sounded strange and androgynous.

He raised his knife and approached the burly man named "Hammir," then lightly slashed with the small glass knife.

Two deep, bone-revealing wounds were cut along both sides of the man's spine on his back.

No, it's not so deep that you can see the bone.

All of his ribs were torn off at the same time.

Kong Jiu frowned, a hint of shock flashing in his eyes.

"Wow, what a great knife! If I had this, I could dispose of corpses twice as efficiently!"

This scene was rather mundane for Kong Jiu; he was more shocked by how sharp this unassuming little dagger was.

Wait a minute, even the sharpest blade can't cut open a rib, right?

It must be that the masked man used some kind of psychic power.

The unconscious man was awakened by the excruciating pain and let out a piercing scream.

He struggled violently, writhing like a beast of burden, but to no avail.

The masked man used both hands to tear open the two bloody gashes, forcefully turning them outwards.

Just like Optimus Prime's two chest plates in Transformers, the Mexican guy's back opened up like a skylight.

Screams filled the entire execution chamber.

The masked man ignored him, reached in, and pulled out the two still-contracting and expanding lung lobes, spreading them out on the open back cavity.

Two bright red lung lobes, like a pair of scarlet wings, trembled slightly as they clung to the blood-soaked back.

Kong Jiu knew about the Blood Eagle Punishment.

It seems there were Vikings in this world who left behind this ancient punishment.

The big man's wails gradually weakened until he could no longer make a sound.

Kong Jiu watched all of this with a blank expression.

Next, the masked man gradually removed his organs and threw them onto the plates held by the rat-man cultists.

"Turns out he's a fellow professional? His technique isn't even as smooth as mine."

Kong Jiu complained.

He got bored, so he started rewinding his memories of the room.

the day before yesterday.

Still a gang member, but this time it's not Blood Eagle Punishment, but the troublesome Skinning.

This time the technique is quite sophisticated.

The masked man let the knife slip from his hand and plunged it under the poor gang member's skin, completely separating the skin from the muscle, and peeled it off with a single incision.

"Wow, this is a tribute to Tom and Jerry, like tearing off skin like taking off clothes, right?"

Kong Jiu was now ashamed of his own inferiority.

The day before yesterday.

Still gang members, and they even brought some props:

A bronze bull.

The masked man stuffed the gang members inside, and a ghostly purple psionic flame emerged, licking the cow's belly.

The bronze bull made a "moo" sound.

Kong Jiu's assessment: Boring and wasteful.

Keep going forward, and forward again...

Kong Jiu was almost tired of seeing a group of execution gang members.

Until a young man who had been pushed in appeared in the scene.

Kong Jiu narrowed his eyes.

This young man looks familiar.

He searched his memory quickly and finally remembered where he had seen this face before.

Last week, a curly-haired girl died in her own hearse.

The curly-haired boy had said that he had an older brother who went out to meet people when the Purple Light Sect was capturing them, in order to cover for him.

Unfortunately, on his way to the church district, Little Curly ran too fast and panted too much, damaging his lungs. After only a few days of drinking mutton soup, he was given to Jack by Kongjiu.

Before he died, Little Curly Hair grabbed Kong Jiu's hand and stuffed a necklace into his hand.

"Brother Kong, you're a good person. If my brother comes looking for me, give him this."

It was a plastic necklace that sold for two dollars at a department store in the Midtown area, but it was stuffed into Kong Jiu's arms like a family heirloom.

Unfortunately, Kong Jiu was a truly despicable person who would keep such things as souvenirs.

Since he started distributing mutton soup in the lower district, he has accumulated a bunch of such items in his bedroom drawer.

He even kept a small notebook to record the origin of every single item.

Sometimes, he really wished there were ghosts in the world.

In that case, perhaps there wouldn't be so many utterly depraved villains.

Sure enough, the next moment, the young man who looked somewhat similar to the curly-haired man rolled his eyes and collapsed limply to the ground.

Upon noticing that the young man was also wearing a cheap plastic necklace, Kong Jiu shook his head sharply, pulling himself out of his reverie.

He felt a tightness in his chest and didn't want to watch what was coming next.

Kong Jiu sat in the hammock, his arms resting on his knees, his head propped up, his eyes closed and silent.

"The only difference between me and these cult lunatics is whether my victims are dead or alive."

As soon as I stopped reminiscing, my thoughts began to wander aimlessly again.

hum~

A strange yet familiar sound entered my ears.

Kong Jiu instantly recognized the sound and abruptly looked up towards its source.

The masked man appeared in the execution chamber, his gaze fixed on him.

As the faint blue light dissipated, the eyes beneath the mask paused slightly, revealing a hint of surprise.

"Kong? What are you doing here?"