Chapter 219
And…
Pop!
Everyone convulsed at the small explosion sound. They opened their eyes wide and looked around, but there was no trace of the Inquisitor.
Paradox shouted urgently.
“Up!”
Everyone snapped their heads up to look up. A small, very small hole was torn into the ceiling, like a bug bite.
It was the Inquisitor’s doing! But could it enter through that small gap with its brute? It would be difficult.
'Should we attack when it tries to widen the hole? If only we had a gun…'
Cheonchilbaek desperately missed the cheap plastic pistol he could have gotten from a vending machine for a few pennies in the outside world.
However, it was revealed next that even with a gun, they couldn’t stop the Inquisitor.
Woooooosh-
Instead of the Inquisitor coming down directly, pitch-black smoke poured out through the hole. Like pouring black paint into water, the unidentified substance spread wildly.
Just looking at it, it seemed like touching it would not be good for one’s health.
Even without instructions, everyone stepped back to avoid the black smoke. The problem was that it sloshed with a viscous consistency, as if gas and liquid were half-mixed, and gradually spread further.
What if that black substance filled the entire room at this rate?
They would have no choice but to escape the Restraint Chamber, but if they fought outside this room that weakened the Inquisitor, would they really have a chance of winning?
Before they knew it, everyone had retreated to the edge of the wall. Samsao quietly spat out abusive language.
“Just how many abilities does that Bastards have?”
There is a law of nature applied to the Supernatural Ability Users trapped in Glitch Hall. One ability per person. There are no exceptions.
However, that Artificial Supernatural Lifeform seemed to do whatever it pleased, as if such rules did not apply to it.
What was the reason?
Cheonchilbaek thought it was obvious. Even if he didn’t know the detailed inner workings, it was definitely the result of a terrible biological experiment.
He glanced sideways at the Inmate.
The one who created the monster known as the Inquisitor would also know the inner workings of those unpredictable supernatural phenomena.
Had he gone crazy from unbearable fear, or was the madness accumulated from being trapped in the Depths for a long time coming out? The Inmate was sitting slumped in the corner, continuously muttering to himself.
“This is a disaster. Just how much prey did it eat? If it ate that much, even the Restraint Chamber… no, more than that, its stomach might burst… no, the Inquisitor too… no, it’s fine! That guy can’t harm me! I am its creator and father, how dare it! It’s impossible!”
He looked like he had completely lost his mind, but one never knew. That too could be a smokescreen to stab them in the back again and survive alone…
However, there was no time to think deeply about the Inmate.
Fortunately, the black smoke was not enough to fill the entire room.
The black substance bent more and more stickily and gradually took shape, leaving the five people cornered in the room like hunted prey.
A crimson flesh mass and mechanical devices popped out, changing from a gas to a disgustingly squirming liquid, and from there to a mushy solid.
The Inquisitor suddenly thrust its face, covered in crushed organic matter, forward.
bloodshot eyeballs popped out from its entire body, scanning the faces of the people trapped in the room.
Swaaaash-whip!
And the eyeballs that had sprouted everywhere bizarrely twisted and gathered toward one spot in unison.
A terribly frightening situation where dozens of eyeballs stared piercingly at only one person without blinking.
If the target had been Cheonchilbaek, he might have wet himself.
It was a relief that the Inquisitor was not interested in Cheonchilbaek.
=Oh, Lord, my holy father. Why have you fallen from grace wearing such a shabby human guise?=
Teeth and elongated tongues popped out from all over the flesh mass, dripping saliva.
The Inquisitor smacked its lips while looking at the Inmate, as if he were a delicacy that would never exist in the world again.
The Inmate raised his head and shouted.
“That’s right! I am your creator. Kneel before me, you lowly monster!”
No matter what the Inmate shouted, the Inquisitor didn’t care and just approached closer, drooling.
=What would father taste like? If I devour the one who gave birth to this body, how supreme would that pleasure be? Ah, it is truly the seduction of the forbidden fruit… This body is the Adam of Eden!=
A meeting between a crazy person and a crazy person. Cheonchilbaek got goosebumps all over.
No matter how he looked at it, the Inmate was about to be eaten, but was it right to just stay still like this?
Glancing at Paradox, he slowly raised a finger. It meant to just watch for now.
The Inquisitor brought its sharp, dense teeth, like those of a shark, right up to the Inmate’s head, then soon shivered as if having a seizure.
=Ah, but I am bound by commandments so that I cannot harm the Lord! Desire and taboo are colliding. This is truly a contradiction. Father, why did you make this body such a tormented existence!=
As the Inquisitor let out a roar and stretched its body, limbs made of flesh and machinery popped out and sharply thrashed around.
If the others hadn’t sensed something unusual and stayed far away in advance, their bodies might have been cut in half at once.
However, the Inmate was still alive. It was because even as the Inquisitor’s clawed hand thrashed around, it couldn’t touch the Inmate.
The Inmate’s words that it was designed to be unable to harm him at the DNA and source code level seemed to be true.
In that case, wouldn’t they gain a countermeasure against the Inquisitor just by using the Inmate as a shield?
Paradox and Samsao also seemed to be thinking the same thing. Just as everyone was carefully and slowly approaching the Inmate, looking for an opening.
Suddenly, the Inquisitor snapped its body in an incomprehensible trajectory. The eyeballs spread in all directions as if popping out.
A few of them were looking straight at Cheonchilbaek.
=Ahhhh, ahhhhh! I understand. You wicked demon scum! You are the villains threatening father’s safety! Lord, I shall protect you. Become one with me!=
What the fuck kind of situation was this?
The Inquisitor’s mechanical fuselage flashed red like crazy, and the flesh masses bubbled and boiled. Something unusual was happening.
Without knowing why, the Inquisitor suddenly swung its Clawed Hand at the Inmate. It hesitated and slowed down in the middle as if the restriction was still in place, but the space was too narrow to avoid it.
Grab!
The Inmate stood still, unable to dodge, and was caught just like that. The Inquisitor looked once at the Inmate held in its hand, then suddenly went berserk and threw him.
=Oooooh, my Lord! No, you’re not! Father! Where have you gone, leaving your son behind! Have you run away cowardly! Do you think you can escape these hundreds of eyes!=
The Inmate’s body, thrown hard enough to smash the Floor/Ground, turned into a faint ray of light and disappeared.
Cheonchilbaek opened his eyes wide.
The Inmate had definitely triggered the activation of his ability again.
Just as he had used acting to pretend he was hit by Ace’s flames, he was trying to escape the same way this time!
Was it a type of ability that directed illusions? He couldn’t notice it at all. Judging by its anger, the Inquisitor seemed to be the same.
If the Inmate ran away like this…?
Cheonchilbaek’s complexion turned pale. He saw the Inquisitor going into a frenzy and inflating its body.
The flesh mass bubbled and boiled, and as if dozens of eyes weren’t enough, it filled its entire body’s inverted skin with squirming black eyeballs.
Hundreds of eyeballs spun around, thoroughly tearing through and examining the space, and soon the Inquisitor let out a creepy laugh.
=Found you.=
The Inquisitor lunged with a bizarre and agile movement that was hard to imagine it performing with that huge bulk, and grabbed the empty air.
“Guaaaaaaah!”
It was clearly empty air, but the next moment, the Inmate was caught in the Inquisitor’s Clawed Hand.
At the sight of him screaming pitifully, the Inquisitor shed tears from its hundreds of eyes, as if it were sad and in pain.
=Ah, the Lord’s sweet agony! Do not worry. This son will tie the knot for you. Once you shed that wretched shell and become one with this strong flesh, you will suffer no more!=
He didn’t know what the Inquisitor was trying to do, but one thing was certain: nothing good was going to happen to them.
However, it was far too late to stop it.
Swoosh - gulp.
The Inquisitor abruptly tore its body open and shoved the Inmate inside alive.
The passageway created between the blood and crimson muscles sloshed as the Inmate was swallowed alive.
The Inmate’s silhouette could be seen through the faintly visible curtain of flesh.
The sight of him struggling as he was being digested inside the Inquisitor’s body, gradually going limp and sprawling out.
Eventually, as the Inquisitor gagged as if vomiting and tore its abdomen open, a hole opened in its chest, and the Inmate’s crushed, half-digested body popped out in that spot.
He wasn’t dead, but at the same time, he wasn’t alive either, only letting out meaningless groans.
=Oh, my Lord, you have thus become one with this body in the utmost safety!=
The Inquisitor licked the Inmate’s sticky face protruding from its body with its Silver Tongue and turned its gaze.
Having finished the main dish, it was going to take an interest now in the desserts.