Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots

Chapter 1166: Chapter 478: Human Centipede (Part 2)

The most nauseating sight was a Heavy Armored Warrior from the Stone Heart Tribe.

His body had been completely transformed from the inside by vines, with root systems slithering like snakes beneath his skin.

Whenever the roots absorbed enough nutrients, his skin would crack open, giving birth to new insect nests.

The insects hatched from the nests would then lay their eggs inside other victims, forming an even more complex parasitic network.

Under the curse-like effect of the "death and rebirth" mechanism, these victims could not find relief through death.

After being completely devoured, they would resurrect, continuing this twisted "symbiotic" relationship.

Gradually, the bodies of a dozen resurrected individuals began to be connected by vines, tentacles, and parasitic conduits.

They formed a terrifying aggregate similar to a "human centipede."

Each individual’s digestive system was linked to the next, their excrement becoming the next one’s food, with pain and pleasure infinitely amplified within this closed loop.

"Kill me... please kill me..."

"Why can’t I die... why do I have to wake up..."

"I saw... I saw myself eating myself..."

Countless voices merged into a hellish chorus, with each syllable carrying the utmost pain a human could endure.

But more terrifyingly, within this extreme pain, they would occasionally erupt into hysterical laughter.

It was a twisted manifestation of complete mental collapse.

.........

When Edwin witnessed this scene, his sturdy Magma Armor began to tremble violently.

He covered his mouth, forcibly suppressing the churning in his stomach.

Even someone who considered himself accustomed to horrific sights had never witnessed such an unimaginably grotesque scene.

"Is this... is this still life?"

His voice turned hoarse from nausea: "Are all the experiments from the Life Tree School this perverse?"

Patty nearly lost her balance while hovering in the air.

Her eyes, enhanced by Magic Power, could capture more despairing details.

For example, the grotesque expressions of agony and ecstasy alternately appearing on the faces of the aggregate members.

Laku pressed his palms firmly on the ground, attempting to soothe his inner fear and anger by feeling the pulse of the earth.

But even the most steadfast Earth Element could not provide comfort when faced with such a level of desecration of life.

"This isn’t an experiment..."

Laku gritted his teeth as he spoke: "This is torture, a desecration of the Essence of Life."

Ron forced himself to continue observing, despite the sight making his stomach churn violently.

But as a Wizard, he had to understand the deeper mechanisms behind this distortion to find a way to break it.

Under his Spiritual Vision, he saw an even more shocking truth.

The souls of these aggregates had not fused; instead, they were forcibly separated into countless fragments, each carrying different painful memories.

This "pain collection" mechanism was accumulating Energy for some even more sinister purpose.

Caroline lay on the ground, watching the twisted and out-of-control states of her two former companions, sighing softly.

"They... Lianna and Vini, were once girls with beautiful dreams..."

Her voice was as mournful as autumn leaves:

"Lianna loved tending to injured animals as a child. She said she wanted to become the best healer, so all life could be healthy and happy..."

"Vini was enamored by the beauty of insects. She collected hundreds of butterfly specimens, treasuring each as a work of art..."

Memories slashed through her heart like a blade.

The pure and beautiful past stood in cruel contrast to the hellish sight before her.

"We all thought we were pursuing a higher level of Life Form, all thought pain was just a necessary cost of growth..."

Caroline covered her face, her shoulders trembling incessantly from her sobs:

"But now I understand, we were deceived from the start. The Masters in the School never saw us as students, but as experimental materials..."

At this point, she suddenly fell into a deeper panic.

Thinking of the situation she would face upon returning to the School, an unprecedented sense of despair overwhelmed her.

"Can I even go back?"

Her voice began to tremble, her eyes showing extreme terror:

"What will the School do with a failed product that knows too many secrets? Will they turn me into... into that kind of monster as well?"

This realization froze her blood.

As a Moon Level elite member within the Life Tree School, she was too familiar with the organization’s way of operation.

For those "whose value had been fully extracted" experimental subjects, the School never hesitated.

Either they’d become materials for the next round of experiments, or they’d be "humanely" executed.

They would never allow someone with such knowledge to leave freely.

"Maybe... maybe I should just die here now..."

She murmured to herself:

"At least this way, I could preserve the last bit of my dignity as a human..."

But just as despair was about to consume her consciousness, Ron’s voice rang out once more:

"Don’t give up hope, you also have your own value."

He crouched down, looking directly into Caroline’s fear-filled eyes:

"The Life Tree School isn’t everything in this world. There are other paths, other choices."

He chuckled lightly, extending his hand: "How about, for instance, joining us at the Crystal Tower?"

.........

Meanwhile, on a rocky plateau farther from the center of the ritual.

The team of the Burning Scale Clan was undergoing a comprehensive collapse in identity recognition.