Abnormal creatures' communication group

Now that he said that, it was no wonder that he felt a little crowded in the coffin. It turned out that he had grown a lot taller. So, despite Tony Stark's puzzled look, he responded calmly.

"Group chat capability."

Wait, can group chats actually make people grow taller? He stared at them carefully. The doctor, who was much shorter than him at the beginning, was now taller than him. He fell into deep thought.

Or is it that only the other party's system has it... Tony Stark felt a deep resentment and a feeling of being targeted by the world.

Green and Chunchun disappeared at some point, but Ghost hadn't mentioned any issues, so there shouldn't be any problems, right? Tony Stark rubbed his chin and contacted two other dessert makers. After doing all this, he hung up the phone and, with a troubled look on his face, prepared to deal with the black-salted egghead. To be honest, he'd been receiving calls one after another since then, but he'd been selectively ignoring them.

And now, the agent who looked very friendly and had a bit of middle-aged Mediterranean tendencies had come over, exhausted. Tony Stark felt that if he ran away now, it would be too unfair to the haggard look on that person's face.

Green and Pure's disappearance was naturally not for any other purpose. They wanted to enter the dream world to take charge of the situation.

The cell man, who had been forgotten for a long time, dragged his scarred body and looked up with some despair.

He had tried many times to jump over the deadly cliff in front. There was only a strange statue and the only way out was above it. The noisy sound of a chainsaw kept coming from above his head, and just imagining it made his scalp tingle.

However, he barely managed to hang onto the wall, unable to climb any further. Such a vertical wall was simply not something a human could climb. He had lost count of how many times he had fallen below the clouds due to failure. He felt his life gradually fading.

What's worse is that he tried to end this tragedy with his death. He wouldn't really die anyway, but the result would be meaningless except that his body would become intact and stand here again.

And that excessive pain will accumulate and will be difficult to eradicate even when you wake up.

The moment he saw Green and Chunchun, he collapsed on the ground with his arms and legs spread out, firmly raised his middle finger at them, and then he had no strength left.

Green crossed his arms, his slightly narrowed eyes revealing a creepy red light, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, as if he was planning some stupid idea.

He simply walked over and handed the mantis claw to the other party.

"This is for climbing walls. Also, there will be statues along the way. Hitting the statues will nourish your soul and repair your body."

It ignored the person's middle finger and just introduced itself in a serious manner. After the introduction, it sat down on the chair neatly and did not respond to the other party's movements anymore.

Green got a cup of tea from somewhere and sat on the same chair with the others in the same leisurely manner, sipping the tea slowly. However, the place where he sat was a little edge, as if he was away from purity.

At first, he was holding a sign, and the tone on it changed from commanding to negotiating to a bunch of * numbers that he had no way of releasing. However, the two people sitting next to him just remained calm, so he could only try to make the best of it and get up again, anyway, taking it as a challenge.

With the advantage of his height, he climbed up quickly. The road was quite rugged. There was actually a chainsaw between two slightly wider steps. Fortunately, the chainsaw was not big and he could get over it with a little attention. Just when he breathed a sigh of relief, the sound of the chainsaw was getting closer and closer.

He looked up and saw a chainsaw hitting his head. The pain made him subconsciously let go of his hand, and then he fell into the abyss and returned to where the dream began.

He raised his middle finger towards the building while trembling and cursing in his mind.

"What kind of stupid design is this? What kind of stupid building is this? Who told a fucking palace to build electricity?!!"

093 The Painful Journey of a Certain Detrimental Cell (Part )

He didn't know how many times he had heard this repetitive sound. Originally, it was soothing and made him admire it as tasteful music. But now, amidst the mixed sound of the chainsaw, he just wanted to call it a devil.

After he had barely dodged the deadly chainsaw that was moving up and down, he saw several small insects flying in the air. He looked around and found that there was indeed no place to stand nearby, so he could only grit his teeth and fly over.

At worst, I can just die again and start over.

Fortunately, the monster did not attack him, but just floated there quietly, shaking a few times and letting him hold it. He hung there precariously, occasionally pulling himself up a few times to keep his balance.

But the journey was far from over, he still had to cross a few more bugs.

But he could already see the looming entrance in front of him, which was covered with sharp thorns.

He slowly raised a question mark in his mind.

?

In the stalemate, he finally jumped with all his strength, but then his hand slipped and he fell into the bottomless abyss again.

All he could think about during the fall.

What kind of idiotic operation is this? Is this a place where people can actually walk? What kind of idiotic king can live in such an idiotic place? I'd be so proud if this country still exists with a king like that. He can't even deliver food. If he does, the delivery guy will probably die. Why not just starve to death on the throne?

His indignant insults finally stopped. After he was resurrected, he jumped up from the ground and continued to climb with resigned attitude.

In fact, he knew that if he gave in and stayed here long enough, even if he just sat there, the other party would let him go sooner or later. He had almost read through the chat group records and knew that the other party was actually a goody-goody, at least he was very nice to the people in the group. He didn't make any principled mistakes, and the intentions revealed by those two people were just to make him behave himself.

He could lie down now, lie down comfortably, and take a few naps. Maybe when he woke up and opened his eyes again, he would be back in his dilapidated cell.

But he was unwilling to do so. It was as if there was a spirit of unwillingness to admit defeat in his bones that kept shouting, "Why are you admitting defeat? I didn't admit defeat when I dug myself out of the pile of corpses. I didn't admit defeat when I was penniless and destitute. I didn't admit defeat when I was stepped on by others. I didn't admit defeat when I was handcuffed and lost my freedom."

This little difficulty is not even qualified to be a stumbling block. Get up, leave here, and kick away this annoying little stone with pride and victory. Even if no one praises or talks about it, it does not mean that you have to give up willingly.

As soon as he thought of this, he started to climb up again. This time he was much more flexible than last time and reached the narrow passage full of thorns. He held the insect and climbed up step by step, but finally he lost his grip and fell into the thorn pile.

The sharp thorns were tearing at his flesh crazily, and the continuous and intense pain almost drove him crazy. He took a look at the interruption in front of him, and before his flesh necrotized, he jumped away without hesitation. He climbed up the opposite wall and looked back. The thorns were almost evenly covered with his flesh and blood, but he survived and successfully passed here.

Just as he was about to burst into laughter, a speeding chainsaw knocked him off the wall. The pain forced him to let go, and he fell down into a corner full of chainsaws. With a crunching sound, he climbed up again from the starting point.

This time he climbed over the chainsaw more quickly and efficiently than last time, leaped across the gap, and jumped straight down, falling vertically. He landed on the thorns without pausing, and just kept running forward tenaciously. His body was scraped and even shattered. In the end, his body was almost unrecognizable as a human being, and he leaned against the statue.

He subconsciously wanted to give the statue a middle finger, but when he stretched out his hand, he realized that he had no fingers left. His fingers and palm had turned into a pile of rotten flesh stuck in the thorns.

Look at it brightly, maybe there is enough blood and flesh on it, so there won't be any harm the next time you climb.

This was the only way he could comfort himself.

The statue gradually emitted a gentle white light, which was as warm as a hot spring and nourished his soul. His body was repaired inch by inch, and the broken parts began to be intact. He stretched out his hand, looked at his intact body again, and arrogantly raised his middle finger to the statue.

He looked down and saw dense thorns below. There was no other way to go except this road. His expression gradually froze.

He read the following several times, thinking that since he had come this far, he couldn't give up.

The flame above his head swayed, extinguishing and expanding over and over again. Somewhere he didn't know, Green and Chunchun were sitting in chairs, watching his performance as if they were watching a grand entertainment.

"He's acting stupid and dull. Dad was much better than him when he first came here."

The teacup in Green's hand had turned into a black and white cake at some point. He slowly savored the delicacy while pointing and commenting.

"Their customs are very different from ours, and he doesn't have many of the things we have here. But at least the perseverance he has shown is enough to be admired."

It's a rare opportunity to express your own opinions.

Green looked at the man in surprise, and even forgot to put the cake into his mouth, just maintaining his posture and hovering in the air.

"I thought you wouldn't say anything. This doesn't sound like something you would say. If you hadn't said a few words occasionally, I would have thought you were mute."

"Blindness and prejudice bring no benefit."

Pure calm responded.

Green was a little annoyed by this sentence. He hated this tone very much. He vaguely remembered that he had heard similar sermons when he was in the theater. They were meaningless.

"Listen, don't use your so-called knowledge to try to restrain and teach me. You are not qualified."

Green turned his face away and didn't look at anyone.

He simply glanced at the person, and even though he turned his head away, he still sat in the same proper posture, with his body straight, without any movement from beginning to end.

"I just want to tell you that not everyone will tolerate your willfulness."

He said this very seriously, without any joking in it. Iron Man also heard what Green said, so he gave a rare warning.

Even though Green showed countless malice towards it, Chunchun seldom took it to heart. Even though he deliberately reported the number of candies that time, it was an inexplicable thought. After all, in Chunchun's eyes, Green was its junior.

Teaching is a very important thing. This is what I think purely from my childhood experience of living under teaching.

094 The Painful Journey of a Certain Detrimental Cell (Part )

The noisy sound of the chainsaw continued, and his suffering was not over yet.

He finally reached the third statue, but the road ahead still seemed endless. Fortunately, the corpses here would not pile up, otherwise he would be greeted by a mountain of corpses at the entrance. It is very likely that he would not even have a place to step, and he might slide down the mountain of corpses and fall directly into the abyss as soon as he was resurrected.

Of course, if the corpses were not piled up at the door, it would be much easier for him. When he encountered an impassable pit, he could just lie down, and when he died, he could get up and be resurrected. As long as enough corpses died, he could walk across by stepping on their own corpses. Unfortunately, it didn't work that way.

Then he had to change his method and run forward with all his might before his body was completely scraped and he lost the ability to move.

For this reason, he tied the remaining cloth on his body to his legs, feet and hands. After all, if he lost his ability to move in advance, even if he could still hold on for a short while, he would be just struggling to survive.

In the front section of the road, he could still run, jump, and even climb walls. In the back section, he basically just moved up bit by bit, as much as he could. In other words, his body was originally a dead body, otherwise the blood that was spilled alone would not be able to dye the entire road red thoroughly.

Fortunately, this body is just a corpse. Even if its intestines are ripped open and its internal organs are scattered all over the ground, as long as it is still able to move, it can climb up.

He leaned tiredly against the statue, looked up at the road that seemed to have no end, and for the first time felt that he didn't even have the strength to speak. However, his body had been replaced time and time again, so how could he have accumulated the concept of fatigue?

So as long as he wanted, he could still stand up intact, so after a short rest he climbed up again tenaciously.

Holding a sign, they made a serious protest.

"How big is this palace? You have to tell me how many roads are left? Otherwise, what if there's no end? You'll just keep copying and re-applying this map to the next section. Then I'll run until I die and never get out."

Although he is indeed very perseverant and has not given up on this statement, it does not mean that he is stupid. If this road really has no end and he is still stubborn, then he is really stupid.

"This is the third statue. There are only two left."

After hearing Pure's answer, Cell gritted his teeth and climbed up again. He calculated that he had already traveled half of the distance. If he removed the **, there were exactly four statues. It would be a pity to give up now.

The sound of dense chainsaws continued to come, but he had long been accustomed to it. Even though the sound coming from above was particularly dense this time, he did not think much about it until he looked up and saw a field of chainsaws. There was no place to step. The fire in his head was so shocked by the spectacular scene that it flickered. He lay on the wall in a daze, feeling extremely confused about this place where he had no place to step.

He tried it, but the next time he touched it, it was like he was being minced in a meat grinder. He struggled to climb here from **, looking at the minced meat and blood on the ground, and was unwilling to move forward even a step.

[Hey, you two onlookers, get out of here! Tell me, is this something a human can get through, or are you all capable of flying? You haven't considered my situation as a land dweller.]

When Green heard the other party's scolding, black flames ignited on his hands. He was still worried that he could not find an excuse to teach the other party a lesson. After all, beating the other party for no reason might make his father unhappy.

It was simply to stop him. Its authority here was higher than the other party. After all, it had been infected with the plague and also served as a container of the void.

"God didn't use flight when he passed through here."

It was not lying. Even until now, if the little knight appeared in the form of a container, he still did not have the ability to fly. After all, the Emperor's Wings were only a defective version due to the suppression of the plague, and could only provide a short upward force or the ability to glide.

[Then tell me how this chainsaw got through??? Wait, you guys aren't going to count invincibility and running over it with your face, are you? I can't do that anyway.]

"At that time, God was not yet God, and it could still be hurt."

Chunchun still answered calmly, without causing any ripples.

The cell thought for a moment, then gave up.

He had no idea how the other party had managed to get through this place without being able to fly and without getting hurt. However, he didn't think there was any need for him to lie. This was not only due to his intuition, but also because of the inexplicably familiar feeling about him. Like some kind of king? No, no, no, it's not quite there yet.

It is full of elegance, without any falsehood or intrigue.

Cell fell into a long contemplation of his discovery, because he didn't understand why he had such an idea. Thinking is something that is innate and engraved in the soul, and will not be forgotten with memory.

"Swinging the weapon downwards can provide a reaction force, achieving a brief suspension in the air."

After hearing what the person said, the cell almost had a puzzled expression on his face, if he really had such a face. Unfortunately, he didn't, so he just slowly raised the sign.

〔(′x＊x`)〕

After a moment, the expression on the sign changed again.

〔?_?〕

As if to say, are you really not fucking kidding me?

He simply didn't answer the man's doubts, but just threw him a handful of freshly made, worn-out bone nails. After doing this series of actions, it returned to its original position.

Cell glanced at the weapon, then at the dense cluster of chainsaws.

You have to grit your teeth and believe what the other person says, even if what he says basically violates the most basic laws of physics. But who cares? Not only do there appear corpses that can run and jump in this world, there are also creatures that cannot be called human beings at all. Now one more violation of the laws of physics doesn't seem to be a big deal.

At least when placed among a lot of incongruous things, this incident doesn't seem so strange.

He gritted his teeth and jumped out, waving the bone nail that was almost as tall as him with both hands, and he actually jumped up briefly relying on the reaction force. He stopped in shock and then fell down. In an instant, he was ground into powder and appeared again at the place where the dream began.

It doesn’t matter for now, the solution to the problem has already appeared. He looked at the bone nail that appeared with him and held it firmly in his hand.

For him, any weapon is as easy to use as his own arm, and a weapon with a special shape cannot affect his climbing action in the slightest.

With this thing, the return journey would be much faster. Then, while he was confidently chopping the thorns, he fell flat on his face and returned to the starting point with a confused look on his face.

Damn! It turns out not everything can be played!

095 The Painful Journey of a Certain Detrimental Cell (Part )

He finally arrived at the fifth statue, the final destination of the road. He couldn't remember how many times he had come back. Every time he came back, he would see those two guys sitting calmly in the chairs, watching his dying struggle.

It's like watching a farce that has no end.

Never mind, none of this matters. What matters is that he will be free soon.