Chapter 111: Trinity Research Institute: 3rd Division (1)
Inside a laboratory filled with state of the art tools, a large tank filled with viscous black slime sat menacingly. The heavy and unpleasant smell of the black slime seeped into the air, creating an ominous atmosphere.
Inside that horrible liquid, the director of the third Trinity Research Institute stood still. His body was full of torn and pierced wounds, while his inside was full of black and rotten organs.
The wounds, which made it easy to see inside the director, were gradually being filled by the black liquid in the tank which was voraciously sucked into him. Once all his wounds were healed and he climbed up from the tank, his face was plastered with an expression full of solemn determination.
“With this much preparation, I should be able to deal with the Gray Reaper without difficulty.”
It was a self-talk full of determination, as if reinforcing his own resolve.
Once the director started to move, he left a trail of black slime on his wake.
Step-! Step-! Step-!
Footprints were trailing behind him, as if it was following him.
However, the shape of the footprint was anything but ordinary. Instead of footprints in the shape of human feet, the footprints looked as if a mass of twisted tentacles had stepped on the floor.
Every time the director took a step, a creepy pattern was imprinted on the floor, giving an eerie atmosphere that was a mix of reality and fantasy.
Before long, the director left the room filled with the smell of petroleum.
Inside the room the director left behind, lots of bizarre marks scarred the floor and walls. It was traces that seem to have twisted around as if it had lived of their own.
A trace of something which had deteriorated even though it was fundamentally human being.
The traces seemed to indicate that the forbidden threshold between humans and Objects as well as reality and fantasy had been crossed.
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