owlsbooks Chapter 106 Lord of Laughter, The Final Battle
Chapter 106 Lord of Laughter, The Final Battle
Seeing that the orange cat was injured but not seriously hurt, the four of them breathed a sigh of relief.
Lin Feng rushed forward to check its injuries, but the orange cat gently brushed him away with its tail, indicating that it was alright.
Pushing open the door to the archives room again, Wasim shone his flashlight inside.
What came into view was a scene of utter chaos.
Several heavy wooden filing cabinets were leaning precariously, with yellowed papers and file folders scattered all over the floor, stained with a viscous, green liquid that emitted a faint blackish odor.
In the center of the room, on the open ground, lay a huge, dark shadow.
That was a vicious dog, as big as a calf, with three ferocious heads!
Even though he was dead, his six eyes were still wide open, filled with violence and resentment.
And its fatal wound was clearly visible—
Below the middle head on the neck, three horrific claw marks, deep enough to expose bone, almost ripped the neck apart, were clearly visible.
Green blood, emanating an ominous black aura, was gushing from the wound, pooling on the ground into a small puddle. The strong, foul stench originated from this.
"This is... the three-headed death hound..."
Anna's voice trembled, finding it hard to imagine how the orange cat could have single-handedly dealt with such a terrifying monster in such a short time.
"Don't just stand there, find the entrance!" Evelyn whispered a reminder.
Suppressing their fear, the four began searching through the cluttered bookshelves and piles of documents with the help of flashlights.
Soon, behind a tilted bookshelf against the wall, Lin Feng discovered a brick whose color was slightly different from the surrounding walls and whose edges seemed to have gaps.
He tried pressing down hard.
"Click click click..."
A dull creak of machinery turning filled the air.
A seemingly fixed, heavy bookshelf next to the wall slowly slid to one side, revealing a dark, downward-pointing opening behind it.
A chill, carrying the earthy smell and the decay of an ancient tomb, slowly emanated from it.
"Let's go." The orange cat's thought broke the stagnant atmosphere.
Lin Feng took a deep breath and stepped into the darkness first.
After all four people had entered, the hidden door behind them silently closed again, cutting off their escape route.
Several beams of flashlight shone in the absolute darkness, struggling to dispel the chaos before them.
A rough and massive underground tunnel was revealed, winding its way into an unfathomable depth.
The walls are not made of rock, but of a dark red, slightly pulsating fleshy tissue covered with twisted, proliferating blood vessels and occasionally twitching nerve bundles.
Even the ground beneath your feet has a soft, elastic feel, as if you are walking inside the organs of some giant creature.
The eerie, cacophony of countless people's muttering laughter no longer drifted in the air, but seeped directly from the depths of the fleshy membrane wall, as if the entire space itself was uttering a low, frenzied murmur.
As they went deeper, phosphorescence emanated from the fleshy walls and the slimy, tentacle-like tissues hanging from the cave ceiling, casting everything in a ghostly green hue.
Finally, the passageway came to an end.
Ahead, the view suddenly opened up to reveal a huge underground cave.
Their gazes seemed to be anchored by invisible giant nails to the ineffable "being" in the center of the cave.
There, suspended above the pitch-black void, was a pulsating, enormous tumor.
Its shape is extremely irregular, like a mass of rotten flesh that has been forcibly kneaded together.
Countless thick, pulsating blood vessels and twisted, intestine-like tissues dangle from its base, sinking deep into the earth below.
What's most infuriating is that the surface of this tumor is densely covered with things—
Those were countless faces.
Rather than being inlaid, it's more accurate to say that these faces "grew" out from inside the tumor.
Each face was twisted and deformed by the wriggling of the tumor itself.
These faces seemed to be "alive," their eyes moving slightly in their stiff sockets, their lips opening and closing silently under a layer of mucus, uttering murmurs and soft laughter that blended into the background noise.
"Ugh..." Anna let out a suppressed dry heave; the intense physical discomfort made it almost impossible for her to hold the peach wood stick.
Evelyn quickly pressed down on her shoulder: "Now is not the time to throw up. Be careful not to be consumed by its 'laughter'."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone felt an invisible wave of emotion wash over them.
It was a forced, distorted sense of "pleasure" that tried to break down their defenses, making them involuntarily grin and blend into the eternal, hollow background of "laughter."
Anna's lips twitched uncontrollably upwards first, Vassim's facial muscles twitched stiffly, and Evelyn's nails dug deep into her palms, forcibly suppressing the unease in her facial expressions with her iron will.
As for Lin Feng, under the effect of the "Mental Fortress" ability, he felt as if an invisible and tough barrier was protecting the core of his consciousness.
The forced pleasure is like waves crashing against rocks; you can feel the impact, but it cannot shake the foundation.
The orange cat let out a low hum, and a circle of pale golden light suddenly burst forth from its body, like an inverted bowl, enveloping the four people completely.
The overwhelming, forceful pleasure surged through the outer walls of the halo, creating ripples that could no longer penetrate its interior.
"Now's the time! Everyone unleash all your negative emotions!" Lin Feng shouted urgently.
Everyone nodded emphatically, needing no further words—the moment of decisive battle had arrived!
Wasim closed his eyes first, his consciousness instantly sinking back to that bloody morning in Karachi three years ago.
All the guilt, remorse, and self-reproach surged within his soul like boiling magma.
He frantically compressed and condensed these emotions, as if forging a thunderous spear wrapped in black lightning!
Evelyn took the initiative to tear open the hardest ice in the depths of her heart.
The cold lights of the training room, Instructor Sean's repulsive touches and whispers, the ultimate humiliation of being objectified and "used"...
All the anger, hatred, and self-loathing, under her guidance, transformed into an extreme coldness akin to absolute zero.
Anna returns to the stage where her dreams were shattered.
Margarita's provocative dance, Sergei's silent betrayal...
The excruciating pain of being stabbed in the back by the person you trust most, and the despair of having your dreams crushed within reach, transformed into a raging flame of revenge.
Lin Feng then stepped into that cold locker room from junior high school once again.
The excruciating pain of having his dignity pierced by the most venomous words from his most trusted brother, and the fury of having his grandfather's last wish destroyed, consumed him once again.
All the pain and anger resonated in his spiritual world, eventually transforming into a blazing, pure, and destructive golden-red torrent that surged and roared under his control.
When the four people's negative emotions were stirred up and tempered to the extreme, without saying a word, they simultaneously unleashed this "weapon," which embodied their personal will and extreme pain, and fiercely blasted it towards the throbbing tumor of the "Lord of Laughter"...