Endless Debt-Chapter 761 - 234: The Collections

The attendant led Bologue and the others through one grotesque and bizarre chamber after another, like a grand spectacle of deformity. Under the manipulation of the Joyous Desire Witch, the Joyful Garden exhibited an incomprehensible and indescribable surrealism.

At first, Aimou still curiously looked into the darkness, but gradually, performances beyond her tolerance were continuously staged. In the end, Aimou reached out to grab the corner of Bologue’s clothes, lowering her head like an ostrich with its head buried in the sand, closely following behind Bologue to avoid seeing those maddening things.

Aimou could actively avert her gaze, but she couldn’t block out the sounds. Even if she covered her ears, the sounds still clearly penetrated, as if someone were whispering beside her ear.

Muscles were torn and ripped, fat sizzled and oozed under the roasting heat, the sound of pounding shattering and crushing bones, and bizarre, hoarse moans rose and fell. Aimou couldn’t fathom whether they were wailing in agony or relishing it. More bizarrely, in one fleeting moment, Aimou heard a familiar call.

He called her name.

"Aimou."

Aimou turned her head, but the familiar elderly face in her memory did not appear; there was only an abnormal mass of conjoined flesh. From the fleshy mass came the dense sound of heartbeats, not uniform in rhythm, as if it possessed multiple hearts. Overheated blood surged, radiating intense, visible heat.

The blood-covered spinal columns tangled together, supporting a jagged cage of bones, covered with a thin layer of skin, where blood vessels spread like vines clearly visible. Pale intestines spilled out, writhing wormlike across the ground with the spasms of the fleshy mass, leaving a stinking pool of blood.

"Aimou, my daughter."

A blood-drenched head emerged from the fleshy mass, entangled with knotted black hair, sticky with blood. Through the gaps in the strands could be seen dense, red eyes like insect eggs.

The monster desecrated Aimou’s memories, as if sensing Aimou’s anguish, it emitted bursts of laughter. Long, slender pale arms stretched out from the bone cage, long nails clawing the ground, producing a sharp screech like metal cutting against metal.

It lunged at Aimou, but ink-black chains emerged from the darkness, holding it tightly in place. The sharp laughter echoed endlessly.

Aimou stared at it unwaveringly. She tried to avert her gaze, but her muscles seemed frozen stiff, without the slightest reaction, until Bologue stood before her, breaking their stare.

In mere seconds, cold sweat drenched Aimou’s clothes, she moved her gaze as if rescued, immediately meeting another pair of reddened eyes.

The attendant crossed her hands before her, bending her body forward, smiling at Aimou, the two so close their faces almost touched, Aimou could smell the fragrant scent on the attendant, like flowers gathered before her eyes.

"You have a pleasant scent."

The attendant said, extending her tongue to lick Aimou’s cheek, wiping the corner of her mouth as if savoring Aimou’s emotions.

A sharp glint of a blade flashed, Aimou’s eyes burned with anger, she instinctively drew a dagger, swiftly severing several of the attendant’s fingers and tearing open her chest. Blood and flesh unfurled like petals, warm blood sprayed on Aimou’s face.

The attendant seemed unfazed by pain, completely ignoring her fatal injuries, turning instead to introduce the creature to the rest.

"We like to call it the Limbless, as its true name has long been completely stripped away since it offered its soul to the master."

The attendant raised her blood-stained hand, greeting the Limbless, who paid her no mind and struggled violently, attempting to break free from its cage to lunge at the crowd.

"It, like you, is a fool pursuing eternal life," said the attendant, glancing at Ewen, her chest bleeding profusely, "What’s intriguing is that before fully becoming a monster, it too believed it wouldn’t succumb, yet in the end, it too lost, drowning in infinite pleasure."

Ewen stared directly at the Limbless. It seemed to detect Ewen’s gaze, its dense red eyes shifted to fix on Ewen, while alluring voices echoed.

"Ewen... long time no see."

Sticky black hair peeled away, revealing a familiar face, speaking gently to Ewen.

"What kind of story have you brought this time?"

She beckoned to Ewen, "Tell me, won’t you?"

Ewen surveyed the woman expressionlessly, suddenly chuckled, then asked the attendant, "What price did it pay for eternal life?"

The attendant’s eyes showed a hint of surprise, while the Limbless screeched at the escape of its prey, extending more arms, raising the fleshy mass, like a gigantic spider made of blood and flesh.

"As you see, it possesses an eternal Life Force, yet its flesh and blood decay and die, requiring it to continually plunder others’ limbs to sustain itself."

The attendant’s voice gradually weakened, excessive blood loss turning her face pale, her steps faltering until she fell backward to the ground.

The Limbless emitted sounds of intense yearning, stretching its arms out, its slender nails hooking the attendant’s clothes, slowly dragging her still alive form before itself, nails cutting into her body with surgical precision, extracting the organs it desired, and stuffing them into the bone cage.