Chapter 1112 - 1112 1111 Relationships in the Abyss

Chapter 1112: Chapter 1111: Relationships in the Abyss Chapter 1112: Chapter 1111: Relationships in the Abyss Green, Abyss body, central stone house.

White Door, Black Door, Gray Door, and the unique Chaos Stone Gate.

The Chaos Stone Gate, similar to a disordered fluid state, was etched with an image of the Chaos organization, albeit merely a skillfully crafted image.

Yet, it was sufficient to drive an ordinary knight instantly insane and make demons abandon all their current beliefs to devote themselves entirely to madness.

For some unknown reason,

as soon as he arrived here, Han Dong, who should have been cautious, walked straight towards the Chaos Stone Gate.

During this time,

Han Dong could faintly hear a strange melody emanating from the inside of the stone gate, sounding both somber and slightly joyful.

Upon listening intently, one could discern some bizarre notes that no human instrument could produce.

This bizarre melody, transcending instruments, seemed to pull Han Dong toward the stone gate like arms.

It even coaxed Han Dong’s brain nerves, urging him to touch and even open the Chaos Stone Gate.

Some notes that had successfully infiltrated his skull even transformed into tiny, sharp-legged ticks inside his cranium, biting his brain.

In a moment, all pretense stripped away,

Han Dong revealed his primitive true appearance,

yet he felt no discomfort, nor did he realize the danger,

instead, he relished the mental pleasure brought by the foreign notes, accepting the invitation of a ‘soloist,’ attempting to venture to the mad feast beyond the door.

Just as Han Dong’s arm was about to touch the stone gate.

Snap!

A heavy slap struck Han Dong’s head, flinging him away.

It was merely a physical blow; the pain was secondary… the most crucial aspect was that this slap had extracted all the strange notes crowding his body and crammed in his brain.

“You mustn’t touch this door; otherwise, you’ll cease to exist.”

The slap that “rescued” Han Dong was delivered by Mad Demon Green.

Similar to how Han Dong could create a management clone in the “Faceless Skull” space that looked exactly like him.

Inside Green’s Abyss space, he too could separate a completely identical management clone… When the main consciousness concentrated inside his body, the management clone here could become as powerful as the original.

This clone managed the affairs here, organizing, retrieving items, or expelling some unexpected outsiders.

Currently,

Green stared solemnly at the Chaos Stone Gate.

He took out a sponge, steel chains, demon skin bags, and wooden boards to reinforce the stone gate… It seemed that even he couldn’t fully control the door.

Or rather, the appearance of this door within his body was not his own will.

“Thank you!”

Han Dong, who was slapped and fell to the edge, immediately expressed his gratitude.

Reflecting on his susceptibility to the strange melody, sweat continuously dripped from his forehead, and for a rare moment, he felt a sense of fear.

Even the defenses of Mad Laugh and Skull were unable to function normally; this was an unprecedented situation for Han Dong.

Green seemed to recognize Han Dong’s surprise and thoughts, and simply explained,

“Don’t be so shocked; it’s normal for your mental defenses to fail… after all, what you heard is a solo composition from a higher existence.

He was also my father’s most beloved and only ‘Court Musician.’

His exploration of the music realm has touched the origins of the universe.

In his pursuit of music, he transformed both his body and soul into elusive notes.

Only his music could help ‘Father’ control his emotions; otherwise, more than half of the regions in our world would be in chaos due to Father’s agitation.

If you could resist such melodies now, this London game wouldn’t be much fun, and I’d be nothing more than an ant in front of you.

So, don’t be doubtful; you are simply weak.”

“A composition played by the Upper Old King? A Court Musician…”

It seemed, indeed, Green’s body housed a gateway to endless madness.

Green looked at Han Dong with interest from head to toe,

“You’re the first ‘Outsider’ to come to the core of my body willingly and unaffected… Indeed, there’s a scent about you, a scent of [Pure Madness].

It must be this special trait that lets you adapt to my cave.”

As he spoke,

Green, with Swift Step, moved beside Han Dong and casually placed his long, slim arm, sporting black nails, over Han Dong’s shoulders… Somehow, this scene felt strangely familiar, as if Han Dong’s shoulders had some kind of ‘unexplained magnetism.’

Han Dong felt no repulsion.

Moreover, between Green’s words and actions, Han Dong sensed an emotion common to all living beings—[Loneliness].

Since Green was born with a unique ‘Abyss body’,

not even the [Realm of Madness] had individuals who could understand him; the only companions for Green as he grew were the stinky, rotting, and thoughtless Summer Cover Insect Clan.

In previous Element Games, he had found a peer who understood him, but sadly, that individual showed resistance and disgust toward madness, strongly repelling an existence like Green.

Unexpectedly, in the London Game he participated in by chance, he met such an interesting guy.

Having rested briefly, Han Dong, shaking off the remnants of notes in his head, immediately asked,

“How’s the upgrade going? To what extent has it progressed?”

“I’ve already reached the top, just resting a bit on the cliff.

As for that [Miracle Statue] that harbors godliness, it’s placed right in the center. I only touched it lightly to win the bet with Sally, subjectively not embracing the godliness; I wouldn’t want such trash.

The second one to reach here should be your teammate.

I estimate it’ll take him about half an hour to get here.

As for Hop, that guy, relying entirely on [Brute Force] for the latter half of the journey, will probably take about forty minutes to get here.”

Han Dong nodded.

“Just need to confirm [Z]’s progress.

Given his high compatibility with the whirlpool, he’ll definitely complete union with the divine nature.

Then, the mission of the Holy Messenger will officially end, and he will no longer be bound by anything… Given the resentment accumulated from the previous games, he’ll definitely kill you first before leaving.”

“Of course, this old guy has wanted to make a move for a long time but has been restraining himself.

I can’t wait to blast him away!”

Green stretched out his long tongue, licking his face in a complete circle.

With one hand resting on Han Dong’s shoulder, their faces were quite close.

The tongue accidentally licked Han Dong’s cheek… without saliva, with a friction similar to dry leaves.

“So, how exactly do you plan to kill him? Found the answer yet?”

Han Dong pointed at the ground, “If you don’t mind, Green, let’s settle it right here… The answer is exactly as I guessed, within you.”

Green said with a smile,

“This is my central area, are you using my [Life] as a wager?

I just came to play in the London Game, never thought about losing my life… Even if the reward after the kill is plentiful, the risk is too great and not worth it.”

Han Dong rapidly swung his left hand, signaling Green not to misunderstand.

He then did something unbelievable.

His nails extended, aimed at his own neck… whoosh! He cut off his extremely important egghead and presented it to Green.

“Don’t misunderstand!

I’m not just wagering your [Life],

but using both our [Lives] to seek [Maximized Victory] in this London Game… even bigger than what the Old Kings anticipated!”

The madness that sifted through Han Dong’s words resonated with Green and gave him a high.

“Ha ha ha! Interesting, I didn’t expect to meet a person like you… Hey! Do you have any similar spirited fellows by your side? Bring them over and let me meet them.”

“I have one, but it’ll take some time before he arrives in London.”

“Good… be sure to introduce me when the time comes.

Alright, let’s do as you said, go wildly insane once.”