John Dickson widened his mouth.
Although John Dickson still had the appearance of a human, some of his organs had broken free from the human category.
For example, his mouth.
His mouth slid across his cheeks and split open to the base of his ears. A long, thin, scarlet tongue with thick mucus poked out and licked his upper lip.
Delicious!
Fear rose from the prey in front of John Dickson just as he expected. Unlike the sour prey that tasted like a green apple, the prey in front of John Dickson was plump and tempting.
John Dickson was like a piece of fried meat dipped in white sugar!
John Dickson was eager to put this prey into his mouth.
No!
No!
It could be tastier!
Fear!
Instilling fear into his prey!
John Dickson stared at Starbeck with a greedy gaze. He raised his muscular arm and slowly moved his finger closer to Starbeck's cheeks.
"Little cutie, are you afraid?
Don't be.
You just don't know me well enough.
We have time to get to know each other. After all, I will tear your flesh off bit by bit and slowly fuse you with me … "
Before John Dickson could finish his sentence, his malicious words stopped abruptly. A spray gun used for welding metal with scorching heat appeared above John Dickson's head.
Tsss!
The blue flame that was spat out from the gun grazed John Dickson's body.
As expected, John Dickson's body was sliced in half from his head.
Then?
The blue flame didn't stop there, it sliced John Dickson into a dozen pieces even faster.
The small piece of John Dickson's body faded away.
His slightly larger body was also gradually fading away.
Death!
As the dead, John Dickson sensed death descending upon him again.
This made it afraid. It made it … extremely terrified.
"No!"
The wail from the soul echoed in the dining hall and entered Kieran's ears clearly.
Kieran looked at John Dickson coldly. He turned the spray gun he bought in the afternoon to the max and aimed it at the remaining pieces of John Dickson's body.
Tsss!
The blue flame engulfed the biggest piece of John Dickson's body in an instant.
In an instant, the dead body turned into nothingness.
"We can talk about it."
"I have a lot more to go on, I can tell you."
"Let me go!"
"I won't bother you anymore!"
John Dickson's pleas for mercy rang out one after another, but Kieran turned a deaf ear as he continued to burn the undead's body bit by bit.
John Dickson stopped begging for mercy when the last piece of the dead was left. He wriggled his body, trying to leave.
However, he was soon engulfed by the blue flames.
After John Dickson's body completely disappeared, Kieran heaved a sigh of relief.
It was easier than he had imagined!
Other than the opponent's carelessness, Starbeck's contribution was undeniable.
Unconsciously, Kieran looked at Starbeck.
Starbeck sat there with a pale face, panting heavily. When he noticed Kieran's gaze, he forced a smile.
Kieran frowned and walked over.
"I told you, don't force yourself."
Kieran said.
"I'm not forcing myself.
I'm just trying to help you. "
Starbeck said in a hoarse voice.
His hoarse voice was because of the shock.
When he heard from Kieran that the dead John Dickson might come after them for revenge, Starbeck was prepared to face John Dickson head-on.
However, this kind of task was really difficult for Starbeck.
Despite telling himself countless times in his heart, when he really faced John Dickson, he realized he couldn't move a muscle.
He couldn't even say a complete sentence, let alone say the words he had prepared in advance to stall for time.
If it wasn't for John Dickson's carelessness, they might have failed this time.
'I'm so useless …'
Starbeck couldn't help but lower his head.
Whenever he thought about how he volunteered to be the bait to Kieran, Starbeck was so shy that he didn't dare to look at Kieran.
A hand holding a glass of water appeared before Starbeck's eyes.
Starbeck looked blankly at Kieran who was holding the glass of water.
"Drink some water, you'll feel better."
Kieran then passed the glass of water to Starbeck.
"Em."
Starbeck nodded and took the glass of water. Kieran turned around and walked out of the bar counter.
He didn't complain, neither would he get angry.
In fact, Starbeck had done well enough.
Kieran also expected Starbeck's reaction.
Therefore, he had thought of a way to compensate Starbeck.
All he needed was for Starbeck to stand there, if he couldn't, he could sit on the chair or the floor.
Kieran was there for everything.
He would take care of everything.
Just like what would happen next.
The first customer from last night, the lady who was killed by John Dickson's wife and then John Dickson's wife, appeared in front of the restaurant again.
The street lamp flickered again.
It made Amy, who was unconscious beside the lady's feet, moan in discomfort.
Kieran took a glance at Amy before turning his attention to the other customer.
Compared to the unlucky Amy, the customer should be the one Kieran should pay attention to.
"H-How did you notice?"
The customer didn't move his feet, standing at the entrance and asking.
Kieran didn't say anything, all he did was point at the customer's feet.
The man was stunned. He lowered his head to look at the unconscious Amy before he realized what was going on and turned to look at his feet.
"Y-Shadow!"
"I-I don't have a shadow!"
The customer suddenly realized.
Without a shadow, so what if the customer looked exactly like Amy?
As long as he was careful enough, he would still be noticed.
"T-Thank you."
The customer thanked Kieran again.
However, unlike before, this time, the customer didn't just bow solemnly, after the bow, his body that looked like a normal person turned into a white spot of light, like a firefly, slowly floating further into the sky and eventually vanishing.
Kieran stared at the direction where the customer disappeared, a sense of shock flashing over his eyes.
It wasn't because of the changes before his eyes, Kieran had been through a lot, his nerves were as tough as steel, the little changes before his eyes wouldn't surprise Kieran at all.
What he was shocked about was that after his body was suppressed, the weakened Origin Forces actually grew a little.
It was very weak!
Compared to the suppressed Origin Forces, the weakened Origin Forces were extremely weak.
However, the growth was clearly felt by Kieran.
One needed to know, after entering this dungeon world, Kieran had been trying to free his Origin Forces from the suppression without a moment's pause, but it was useless.
Be it [Knights of Dawn Body Tempering Art], [Knights of Plague Body Tempering Art], the sitting breathing technique, the devil and cardinal sins from the bloodline of the heart, and the special Saint Thorns, none of them could break free from the suppression.
All five Origin Forces existed.
He could feel it.
He could operate it.
However, that suppressive force was too strong.
It was so strong that Kieran felt like a mountain was pressing him to the bottom of the earth, he couldn't move at all.
According to Kieran's initial estimation, with his current level of Origin Forces, he couldn't do anything, let alone break free.
But …
That was before.
Now?
Kieran squinted his eyes, glimmering.
He looked at the night sky further away.
The firefly light was long gone, leaving only the dark night sky and stars, but unlike before, Kieran's gaze at the night sky was deeper than before.
"If I'm not wrong …"
Kieran turned around and went back to the bar counter as a sudden thought came into his mind.
Starbeck, who had calmed down, lowered his head, not daring to look at Kieran but after a while, he realized Kieran didn't complain at all, all he did was read the newspaper quietly. Starbeck heaved a breath of relief.
The slightly chilly night wind began to blow into the dining room.
Starbeck tightened his apron, scooped a bowl of hot chicken soup for Kieran, placed it beside his hand, and walked to the entrance of the restaurant.
Amy was curled up under the street lamp that had returned to normal.
Starbeck looked at the curled up Amy, hesitating for a while, but he couldn't bear to leave her at the entrance. In the end, Starbeck dragged Amy into the restaurant.
Of course, this was Starbeck's limit.
The floor belonged to Amy.
Chair? Chicken soup? Blanket?
Nonexistent.
Starbeck closed the door and hung a 'Open' sign on the window frame. After he made sure people outside could see him, he went back to the kitchen.
Time flew by as Kieran read.
About an hour later, when the clock struck midnight, Amy, who was lying on the ground, groaned and woke up from her coma.
Amy was shocked when she woke up.
When she realized her clothes were intact and the lights were on, she wasn't in an unfamiliar place, only then did she heave a breath of relief.
But then, she thought of something and her body froze.
She felt like she saw herself just now.
A version of herself that looked exactly like her, yet she instinctively hated and feared it.
Then?
That version of herself grinned at her and she didn't know anything else.
When she woke up, she was back in the restaurant again.
What happened?
Amy supported herself on the wall and stood up. She looked at the young owner who was reading the newspaper behind the bar counter. She had a feeling that what happened to her just now had something to do with him.
But …
It was just a feeling, what about the truth?
Amy wasn't sure either.
So, Amy stuttered for a while before she asked, "What happened just now?"
"Just now?"
Kieran looked up with a confused face.
"Um, I left angrily just now …"
"You didn't leave.
You just angrily walked to the door and then came back, unwilling to admit defeat. You slammed the table and asked me for a bowl of chicken soup.
"You want to prove that you've been deceived."
But you drank three bowls in a row.
It means my little brother is good at cooking. "
Kieran pointed at the three empty bowls stacked on top of each other.
"Then how did I pass out?"
Amy looked at Kieran in confusion.
"After drinking the chicken soup, you asked me for an alcoholic drink."
"But I don't sell these kinds of drinks here. I told you again, but you found my collection of good wine. You thought I was lying to you. Then, before I could explain to you how precious the wine made from these fruits was, you drank it all in one gulp and passed out."
Kieran replied in a meticulous manner.
"Is that so?"
Amy was still doubtful, but she shook her heavy head and realized what Kieran said made sense.
She could really do something like that.
Then, after more than 10 seconds, Amy suddenly thought of something.
"Why did you make me lie on the floor?"
Amy glared at Kieran and questioned him.
"Then why do you think I should do that to someone I hate?
If you didn't pay for the soup and wine, I would have thrown you on the road. "
Kieran put down the newspaper and asked.
Amy was speechless.
She wasn't a likable person and she knew it.
That was why she had no real friends.
Be it the same gender or the opposite gender.
Even though they would only exist for a short period of time, after a while, they would disappear.
Just like last night.
Amy stomped her feet again when she thought about what happened last night. She had held back so much, why didn't that bastard know how to cherish her?
Hmph! Men are all pigs!
Amy turned around and walked out of the restaurant.
"Wait."
The voice behind her made Amy stop in her tracks.
She turned around and saw Kieran reaching out his hand to her. She grunted arrogantly.
"I know you have a good temperament and a lot of people like you, but you are not my cup of tea. I will not give my number to a restaurant owner."
"Em.
"I don't want a phone call from a drunkard who loves to drink."
But even a drunkard knows how to pay. "
Kieran nodded.
Amy was stunned, embarrassment flashed over her face, but she quickly asked in a stiff tone, "How much?"
“300！”
"Just like what we agreed, in order to compliment your looks, I'll increase the price by 10 times. As for the wine, although it is precious, I don't sell it here, so consider it as a gift."
Kieran quoted a price.
"You cunning merchant!"
Amy clenched her teeth at Kieran.
Kieran pointed at the surveillance camera calmly.
"I wish you a prosperous business in the future."
Amy took out three large bills and slammed them on the counter. She then turned around and left in a huff.
"Don't worry about it.
Be careful when you walk at night. "
Kieran picked up the bills, checked their authenticity, and put them into the cash box.
Then, he sat back on the chair and carefully summarized the information he got.
The dead in this world didn't just look the same, even their personalities were very similar!
Through contact, they acquired a part of their memories?
Or borrowed some of their traits?
Kieran frowned when he recalled the scene where John Dickson broke out of his skin.
The dead in this world were completely different from the ones he knew. Even a newly dead like John Dickson was hard to deal with.
The only fortunate thing was that some of the dead still had weaknesses.
It was just not that obvious.
Just like the spray gun, when it came into contact with the dead in Kieran's knowledge, even a vengeful spirit would be turned into ashes in an instant, let alone a normal wandering soul. John Dickson, on the other hand, was cut into a dozen pieces, and although he lost his mobility, he was still alive. It was unimaginable in Kieran's knowledge.
Based on Kieran's knowledge, even the evil spirits couldn't achieve such a feat, let alone a newly dead one.
Those who could achieve such a feat were the lucky ones blessed by the heavens.
John Dickson was definitely not one of them.
John Dickson didn't have any special items in this place — Kieran was sure of it after searching the place more than once.
John Dickson was also killed and became the dead's wife.
Connecting all the dots, there was only one possibility.
"A dungeon world that favors ghosts and monsters?"
Kieran muttered in his heart.
At the same time, Kieran was even more certain of his guesses.
Suddenly, a series of casual knocks sounded on the door.
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