Hunter of Mysterious Creature-Chapter 429 - 59: Layer 2_2

The "burnt corpse" opened its mouth wide, emitting roars that Sun Hang couldn’t hear, while the energy armor on its body suddenly transformed into a golden chain, whipping towards Sun Hang.

The chain’s energy density was so high that it couldn’t be completely neutralized by dragon fire before reaching Sun Hang. The areas on Sun Hang’s body struck by the chain immediately became deeply bruised, and blood poured out.

However, it was only for a moment. Quickly, these places returned to normal, leaving only a tear on the surface of the combat suit.

Taking advantage of the "burnt corpse" losing its armor protection, Sun Hang brutally stomped it into the ground and forcibly opened its jaws with his hands. At the same time, a third mycelium-made arm pierced through its throat straight into the chest cavity!

This third hand grabbed the burnt corpse’s heart—even though its body was carbonized, the heart was still strongly beating.

Of course, the moment Sun Hang grasped the heart, "strongly beating" turned from present to past tense.

The hand, with strength akin to hydraulic pliers, instantaneously crushed the burnt corpse’s heart, and the exploded flesh and blood were immediately absorbed by the pores on the mycelium’s surface.

The struggle of the burnt corpse ceased.

The golden chain began to extinguish.

Everything in the scene started to transform into background, including the scene itself.

It was as if the whole world was a painting that had been smeared with a decolorizing agent, its colors and lines gradually fading away.

"Congratulations, you’ve effortlessly breached the first layer of the Inner World," Anna whispered with a laugh next to Sun Hang’s ear.

"It happened to be a counter due to attributes, not worth congratulating," Sun Hang rubbed his fingers, and the last trace of carbon ash on his fingertip vanished.

He looked around and found himself still standing in the courtyard of Factory 105, but the plant facilities remained intact with no signs of having been scorched.

Sun Hang glanced at a nearby streetlight post; it was straight.

"So, what layer of the Inner World am I on now?" Sun Hang asked.

"I don’t know," Anna replied.

"Then how did you say I broke through the first layer of the Inner World just now?"

"Because the first layer you entered was that layer of the Inner World," Anna replied matter-of-factly, "The layers of the Inner World are stacked and intertwined. There is no strict order or arrangement. If you insist on an answer, you can think of this as the second layer."

"Which layer are Jiang Yu and Ling Xiao on?"

"The first layer," Anna replied, "The first layer for them."

"Is it this layer?"

"No."

"Which IF line is the Inner World layer they are on?"

"It’s the ’Nest’ line."

"Can you see them?"

"No, I can only find traces within the spatial rift."

"Are they alive now?"

"I don’t know." 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"Great, that’s a quality answer." Sun Hang smirked, "Which IF line is this layer of the Inner World I’m on?"

"Exploring on your own is the most interesting, isn’t it?"

"Aren’t you afraid I’ll die here?"

"I trust you, you won’t die here. Even she knows that merely using the projection of the Inner World can’t kill you... Otherwise, she wouldn’t have invested so much effort, time, and energy, and endure becoming unsightly and disgusting for power." Whether consciously or unconsciously, there was a trace of pity and disgust in Anna’s tone when she said this.

"Are you saying the Chimera made such a big cocoon not to destroy Tianfu City, but to kill me?"

"Of course. She doesn’t care whether Tianfu City is destroyed or not, just as she doesn’t care about humans... Her original target was you," Anna sighed softly, "Otherwise, I wouldn’t try everything to send you there."

"Do you feel I’ll be safe in the Surrendered Area?" Sun Hang laughed dryly, "That place is crawling with anomalies... Besides, if she wants to find me, can’t she enter the Surrendered Area?"

"Her existence is taboo; if she enters the Surrendered Area, all the anomalies will become her enemies." Anna explained, "Similarly, that’s why I usually don’t enter the Surrendered Area either."

"Well... it seems I’ve learned a significant secret." Sun Hang pinched his philtrum, "If we shift that huge cocoon to the Surrendered Area, will the anomalies help us eliminate her?"

"Yes, but only if you can transfer it," Anna replied, "Otherwise, there wouldn’t be the ’Pesticide Plan’, right?"

"You know about the ’Pesticide Plan’?" Sun Hang wasn’t surprised.

No such thing as a secret mission... As soon as someone in the know is killed by anomalies, the so-called confidentiality instantly becomes a joke.

"To have a common language with mom, I absorbed some people’s memories," Anna said, "But mom can rest assured those people were irrelevant, their disappearance won’t affect the implementation of your plans."

"Honestly, I don’t trust you."

"You will trust me."

Sun Hang walked to a workshop marked with "Three", gently placing his hand on the heavy alloy door.

The cold, hard alloy door gradually softened, and soon, an opening large enough for a person to pass through appeared on the door.

Sun Hang entered the workshop.

On the helicopter, Song Yarong had told Sun Hang that Factory 105 produces something called the FL09 agent, which is an indispensable consumable for producing Reverse Meme Potion.

But now, what Sun Hang saw didn’t resemble a chemical production plant; it looked more like a slaughter line.

At a height approximating the second floor, there was an overhead transport system. Below the conveyor belt hung many iron hooks, each carrying a corpse stripped of its entire skin, dripping with blood.

It was hard to say whether these corpses were human—as each had distinct signs of mutation: some had four legs, some had arms with joints bending backward, and others had muscle gaps containing organ-like intestines.

These bodies, propelled by the conveyor belt, were delivered into an opaque workshop, where at the exit, those hanging on the iron hooks had transformed into customized "iron caskets."

"What’s this, a fully automatic funeral processor?" Sun Hang asked in confusion.

"This is what humanity is doing now," a suited man stood on the third-floor corridor, his hands resting on the railing, gazing at Sun Hang below.

"Thank goodness, there’s finally something to communicate with," Sun Hang thought.

Sun Hang didn’t think the other party was human... because the suited man had no face.

Above his neck was a blur of black mist; the voice emanated from within the mist.

"Can you explain more?" Sun Hang asked.

"Under the Dubhe Tower, the Thirteenth Institute, the fifth workshop for artificial hunters," the suited man spoke slowly, "They gather promising children, feed them special food, expose them to environments filled with dangerous memes... infect and mutate them, so they no longer resemble normal people..."

"Then, like quality inspectors in a meat factory, they pick and choose, eliminating the unqualified, retaining those that can be useful... further refining, stamping as ’qualified’, then sealing them in one can after another, sent to the cold storage..." the suited man continued.

"So?"

"Don’t you find the things these sanctimonious people do secretly more horrifying than anomalies?"

"What does this have to do with me?" Sun Hang shrugged.