Chapter 25 (1/2)

Drip drip.

Carlyle struggled to open his eyes at the sound of water dripping. As he was hanging upside down, his vision was upside down as well.

His brain started moving and trying to figure out what was happening like putting pieces of a puzzle together.

‘Ah…..’

They had been following the cannibal when an electric net fell on them and he had been hit over the head a few times. He was surprised they were still alive.

He was caught up in his thoughts. Though he was only the second, he was of a noble aristocratic family. He was not someone who should be captured by mutants.

‘I don’t want to go on this mission.’

‘You have to go. Look at your brother and sister. Until when are you going to fall behind them?’

He recalled the conversation he had with his father, Duke Venter. He had been forced to come here when he did not want to.

He had been nervous. There were countless dangerous obstacles even in a 1500-point mission, but 3000? It was beyond his capabilities.

‘But my brother and sister are geniuses.’

‘You brat!’

His father had always been disappointed in him. Because his oldest son and daughter had the poise of nobility, but he did not?

However, Carlyle only thought this because he did not know. There is no child that a parent does not love. No matter what, he was a son.

Duke Venter pushed Carlyle so that he might find his own calling. And he put Special Forces on him for his safety.

Duke Venter’s true feelings were delivered incorrectly to Carlyle.

Carlyle lifted his head. As he was hanging, he did not see the ceiling but the floor.

There was a small puddle of blood. He had thought that water was dripping from somewhere, but it had been blood falling from a wound.

“Euk!”

“Keuk!”

After Carlyle, the party members slowly came to their senses one by one. Thankfully, no one had been beaten to death.

“Huh?”

“Ack!”

Hicks and Smith, who came to their senses, began to go mad. All of the party members reacted similarly. They were looking at hell.

Unidentifiable bundles of blood were hanging like they were.

There was a mix of those with hardened blood because they had been dead for a long time, those where the blood was still draining, and some that were still breathing weakly.

The mutants were using them for food. This was their meat locker.

Carlyle did not know this even though he was the first to wake up. There was no way he could know unless he had eyes on the back of his head.

“Pe, people…!”

“Lifers. They’re Lifers!”

They killed mutants every day. Slaughtered meat did not scare them.

The party members were scared because of the human corpses hanging along with the mutants. To be precise, they were surprised that they were looking at Lifers like themselves.

The PDA on their wrists was the proof. The body Hicks was looking at did not have organs.

Their stomachs had been split opened. Looking closely, they did not have eyeballs and the parts with a lot of meat like the arms, butt, and thighs had been cut out.

Their eyes followed the blood that fell from the corpses. At the end, there were tools that could be found in a butcher shop and a cutting board as large as a table.

Shining blood, pieces of flesh and organs floating around.

It was grotesque just to look at, but they could not imagine going through it. Basically, humans were becoming meals for cannibals.

They each counted the number of corpses they could see from their positions. From what they could see, they counted 15 bodies.

“15…..”

“How many parties have died? Hee hee! Is it 23 including us?”

Hicks mumbled madly. He wished he could go mad instead.

How could they maintain their sanity? All of their equipment had been taken while they were sleeping and all they had left were their PDAs and a set of tights.

It seemed they were just thinking of it as a skin to take off later. If the impact tights were easy to take off, they would have been naked already.

[You have confirmed the situation in Field of Meat. Please escape to the summons area.]

“Escape? Don’t be funny! I already gave up on this mission!”

“Me too!”

[You are in a state without freedom. You cannot exit the mission.]

“Shut up!”

“Send us back immediately!”

This was not a children’s playground. Reckless abandonment was not an option.