Nightmare Paradise : Starting as a Doctor

Chapter 112: Extreme Hunger

Finally, the moment Lynn had patiently anticipated had arrived. The vibrant crimson energy, which had sustained the twisted chimera, flickered weakly for one last time before vanishing. It had been utterly depleted.

The emerald flames had accomplished their purpose, voraciously draining the regenerative vitality that allowed the creature to recover from even the most devastating injuries.

With a simple thought, he dispersed the eerie fire. Its chilling presence that had permeated the surroundings rapidly faded away, the air around him growing warmer.

In the aftermath, a profound silence descended upon the ritual chamber, amplifying the gravity of the moment. The only sounds that disrupted the stillness were the faint drips of blood and the laborious breaths escaping the monstrosity's parted jaws.

Its hulking frame remained ensnared, firmly bound by the web of razor threads. Rivulets of dark blood trickled from the countless lacerations inflicted by the unbreakable bindings.

The broken limbs hung limply, no longer twitching with erratic spasms. Its eyes, once burning with feral intensity, now appeared glassy and vacant. It was evident that the abomination teetered between life and death.

With a single, fluid motion, Lynn gracefully swung his blade in a decisive arc. The sharp edge cleaved through the air with lethal intent as it descended upon the weakened chimera.

The chamber echoed with the sickening sound of metal rending flesh. His flawless precision guided the fiery sword, and skillfully severed the exposed neck, resulting in a swift and clean decapitation of the grotesque amalgamation of monsters.

Globules of thick, darkened blood sprayed forth, spattering across his body and face. The macabre spectacle left him thoroughly drenched in viscera, yet he did not flinch.

As the life force of the chimera waned, its lips parted, emitting one last haunting wail that echoed throughout. But it was a sound that held no power, for it quickly faded into oblivion.

Lynn stood motionless amidst the carnage, his eyes fixed with cold indifference on the head that had been completely severed from its hulking frame, slowly descending toward the ground.

After a prolonged and intense battle, the twisted monstrosity that was once Knott had finally been silenced. However, the expected thud of an object hitting the floor never occurred.

Instead, an unusual phenomenon unfolded before his eyes. The sectioned lump of flesh came to an abrupt halt, defying the forces of gravity and remaining suspended.

This astonishing occurrence was not the only thing he immediately noticed. The entire environment surrounding him came to an abrupt halt, like a frozen tableau, creating the illusion that time itself had ceased to flow.

The droplets of blood that had been trailing through the air were immobilized. The razor-sharp threads emanating from him, which had been swiftly retracting, halted their movement instantaneously. Even his entire body stopped, locked in a position like a statue.

The only thing that was still in motion was his mind. "What's going on?" he questioned within the depths of his consciousness, struggling to make sense of what was happening.

At that moment, a vivid recollection emerged from his memory. This situation reminded him of the giant disembodied eye that had appeared when he first gained his player identity.

His analytical mind swiftly connected the dots, arriving at the only plausible explanation. "[The Chimera's Feast]... with the winner and loser decided, it must now be time for the second part of the ritual to be accomplished."