Chapter 105: The Power of the Eldritch Body
Inside the Human Skin Inn.
In a filthy, blood-soaked operating room that resembled a slaughterhouse.
Two burly men, dressed like butchers, watched their victim on the operating table while smoking and conversing. "It's such a shame. This perfect body paired with that ugly face is a total waste."
"Haha, stop complaining. No matter how pretty she looks, here she's just merchandise, and sooner or later, she'll be destroyed by some sicko."
"Hmm...!" The burly man, still looking regretful, took a deep drag, finished his cigarette, then slowly exhaled the smoke and said, "That's still better than having this ugly thing occupy such a good body. But it doesn't matter anyway—the guy who wants her doesn't like heads, so whatever she looks like is irrelevant."
Seeing his partner finish his cigarette, the laughing burly man put on a surgical mask, then handed over a large cleaver, and pressing down on Patty's head, said, "Hurry up and get to work! There are three more items that need their limbs removed!"
"You're really good at delegating." The smoking man spat out the cigarette butt, gave his partner a disdainful look, then put on his mask and took the cleaver.
Just as he aimed at Patty's neck, ready to bring down the blade, a roar came from outside, "Patty!"
The two men, ready to work, exchanged glances, then looked toward the operating room door. Finding nothing unusual, they prepared to continue their task.
However, before they could even get into position this time, they saw a monstrously built, almost inhuman thing burst through.
The iron door, originally locked from the inside, flew inward with a crash, slamming two of their already-finished 'products' directly against the wall.
As the iron door slid down, two limbless, flattened masses of flesh were revealed.
The moment they saw this unknown monster charge in, the two burly men acted with extreme synchronicity.
The burly man holding the cleaver brought it down on his companion's head, and instantly, blood gushed from his scalp.
Yet he seemed to feel no pain, picking up a nearby scalpel and lunging it toward the cleaver-wielding partner's eyes.
But similarly, the burly man with the scalpel embedded in his eyes also felt no pain. He twisted his wrist, and his partner's skull cap was directly pried open, his entire brain exposed.
But they were partners, after all—the moment the man's skull was pried open, he gripped the scalpel with both hands and pulled, performing a circumferential cut around the cleaver-wielding burly man's skull at temple level, leaving his entire skull cap connected only by the nasal bridge.
And even that small connecting part was directly severed after Meg delivered another punch, similarly exposing his shattered brain matter.
Ignoring the two humans whose sanity she had corrupted, Meg reached out with her grotesque limbs to gently touch Patty, then sobbed quietly.
Only after confirming Patty wasn't in immediate life-threatening danger did Meg breathe a sigh of relief, and her extreme emotions dissipated considerably.
As Meg's emotions changed, her mutated body also began to return to normal.
However, this didn't mean Meg was prepared to let these people who'd tried to harm her friends get away with it.
After freeing Patty from the operating table, Meg pulled the cleaver from the burly man's head and walked out of the operating room, her face full of righteous fury.
She wanted blood for blood!
"Ladies and gentlemen!" In the hotel's auction room, the host spoke his usual lines, preparing to work the crowd's emotions to get a good price for the merchandise.
Only this time, the merchandise was exceptionally agitated—even though it was completely bound, gagged, and had a hood over its head, it was still so full of energy.
The host sighed inwardly, then intended to introduce the detailed information about this item.
However, before he could finish reading the card in his hand, an unattractive young woman, dressed in tattered clothes and wearing a pink knit hat, walked onto the stage.
"Hey, miss?" The host looked uncertainly at the person before him, then advised, "Since you purchased a premium package, you should stay in your private entertainment room, not wander around with a cleaver. This will frighten the other guests!"
"Oh? Is that so?" Meg looked at the host, who showed no panic, then at the surprised and excited buyers below, and the victim tied to the chair.
"Of course!" The host nodded with a serious expression, then said in a relaxed tone, "But you must be a new customer, so we'll let it slide this time. Next time, there will be a fine, though!"
The buyers all burst into laughter at this, because no one who came here was poor, and a fine for them was equivalent to openly telling them they could do such things as long as they paid.
Meg clearly understood the host's underlying meaning. Her lips curved into a smile, then she swiftly swung the cleaver.
With a sickening sound, the host was cleaved in half from head to groin. Only then did Meg ask in a flat tone, "Then what about this? Can I do this if I pay?"
No one present could answer—they were all stunned by Meg's violent action.
Even the security personnel maintaining order didn't know what to do.
Because according to their organization's procedures, doing this seemed genuinely permissible.
However, unlike their uncertainty, Meg was very clear about her objective.
She quickly approached the security guards with the cleaver, and with one powerful swing, two heads flew off. Only then did the perverted wealthy patrons scream in terror, frantically trying to find an escape route.
But it was all futile. Under Meg's immense strength, in just a few minutes, the auction house turned into a slaughterhouse.
Human limbs and severed body parts were everywhere, surpassing even the bloody scene she'd once witnessed.
One could only say that she was truly Lois's daughter—the mother and daughter's butchering techniques were remarkably similar.
After dealing with the survivors, Meg casually walked to the stage and pulled off the hood covering the victim's head.
"It's you!" Looking at the face beneath the hood, Meg exclaimed in surprise.
Then she laughed, "Hahaha, I didn't expect you to be betrayed by your own partners. That's absolutely priceless."
Soren looked at Meg with a shocked expression, completely unable to comprehend how the young woman they'd easily subdued earlier could be so brutal.
However, before Soren could recover from his shock, he saw Meg approaching him with the cleaver.
Understanding what his fate would be, Soren desperately shook his head, his eyes filled with a desperate will to survive.
But Meg paid him no mind, raising her hand and chopping into his shoulder with the cleaver, then crushing his foot.
Originally, Meg had intended to chop off his limbs and then kill him, but suddenly remembering that her friends had nearly suffered the same torture, Meg changed her method of execution.
She would crush every one of this scumbag's bones little by little, then let him die slowly.
Looking at Soren's terrified eyes, Meg smiled coldly, "Don't worry, none of your accomplices will escape. This city is only so big—I will find them one by one and give them the exact same treatment as you."
Upon hearing Meg say this, Soren actually felt the pain he was currently enduring lessen considerably, and the hatred in his eyes also dimmed significantly.
Seeing this, Meg suddenly felt bored, then ended his life with a swing of the cleaver.
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