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Chapter 87
Chapter Eighty-Seven: Seven Mysteries of the Campus (Part Nine)
And so…
My time to die draws near…
From the blood gushing in buckets from my enemies, I’ll create an ocean. Now I must sail across this sea in a boat crafted from their bones.
My sail is made of their skin…
The wind that fills it comes from their final breath…
I’ll stare across this ocean and tell my story—because in the end, I’ll earn mercy and forgiveness.
I await the command to execute me. I expect nothing—until this life leaves me.
…
An abrupt monologue echoed in Feng Bu Jue’s and Si Yu’s ears. When the words appeared, all other sounds vanished. Both saw recognition flash across each other’s faces, confirming they’d heard the same thing.
As soon as the voice fell silent, the chaos returned—the monsters battering the doors, some already breaking through the windows.
There was no time to linger on what had happened. Feng Bu Jue helped Si Yu to her feet, grabbed the lantern, and led her swiftly toward the kitchen.
When they reached the counter separating the kitchen from the dining hall, the artificial lights flickered on. Behind the counter stood a towering figure watching them.
The monster’s body was humanoid but bore a grotesque pig’s head. Its exposed muscles were pink-hued, and it wore a white tank top and military pants. Its belly hung loosely, and the corded muscles on its arms looked as solid as stone. The creature’s appearance evoked an image of a pork-chopped monk’s disciple finally achieving his fitness goals—though it carried no nine-pronged rake or similar weapon.
Separated only by the counter, Feng Bu Jue and Si Yu were suddenly overwhelmed by an indescribable pressure. They could feel the monster’s terrifying aura, far more intense than the horde outside. Merely standing there, they felt paralyzed by its silent dominance.
“Hello. I’m Ouink,” it said, greeting them.
By now, hordes of ghosts had flooded the dining hall, clambering over tables and floors toward the pair.
Ouink tilted its pig’s head toward Feng Bu Jue and Si Yu’s attackers, speaking in a firm but even tone: “Leave my territory. Now.” It emphasized the last two words.
The monsters obeyed, halting mid-advance. They cast reluctant glances at their nearly captured prey before slinking away.
“Sit there.” Once the ghosts retreated, Ouink gestured with a meaty finger toward the nearest table.
The two exchanged a glance, silently agreeing to comply. They placed the lantern on the table and sat facing the counter.
Undoubtedly, the fifth trial from the nursery rhyme had begun. Fortunately, Ouink’s storyline didn’t seem to require combat. Judging from his blood-soaked aura, even at full strength, the players wouldn’t last a second against him.
As they sat, Ouink began working. He retrieved ingredients from the fridge and moved to the prep counter.
Leaning forward for a better view, Feng Bu Jue tried to see what Ouink was doing. But the monster’s massive frame blocked the counter near the far wall.
From the sounds—meat thudding onto the board, bones cracking as skin was stripped away—Ouink seemed to be chopping two large cuts into portions, then dropping them, bone and all, into separate pots of water.
Feng Bu Jue, a seasoned cook, could almost follow along by sound and smell alone.
He’d mastered the art of boiling pork. Today’s lesson—boiling humans—seemed eerily similar.
Though he’d never cooked human flesh, Feng Bu Jue had no idea what such broth might smell like. If one cut was Ouink’s kin and the other his own, the nursery rhyme’s riddle—“Which bowl holds meat, which holds broth?”—might genuinely require tasting to solve.
Ouink worked meticulously, layering ingredients: carrots, onions, potatoes, celery, garlic, red wine, cream, bay leaves, and spices. Whatever his knife skills lacked, he compensated with thoroughness. The rich aromas wafting from both pots suggested expert seasoning.
Neither player considered fleeing. They knew escape was futile. Even if Ouink allowed it, the ghosts outside wouldn’t. Better to use this time to rest.
The soups simmered for over an hour. Ouink adjusted seasonings and flames, seemingly forgetting his guests existed.
This bought Si Yu time. Her bleeding status had finally cleared after prolonged rest, though her vitality remained at a fragile 20%. Without healing skills, potions, or medicine, recovery would stay agonizingly slow—vitality regenerating at just 10% the speed of stamina.
In the stillness, Feng Bu Jue organized his thoughts. He reviewed all scenario clues, analyzing their situation and the nursery rhyme’s final line.
He’d heard the name Ouink before but struggled to recall details. After scouring his memory for half an hour, fragments surfaced.
Paradise Butcher Ouink.
The monologue he’d heard earlier was Ouink’s execution speech.
The butcher had appeared in a short horror comic Feng Bu Jue once read—a dark tale far deeper than this scenario. This Ouink likely shared only a name and face with that tragic figure.
Was the system using him to make a point? Feng Bu Jue mused that perhaps Ouink, once a butcher of his own kind, now boiled the humans who created and enslaved him. A poetic justice, if true.
A clatter brought Feng Bu Jue back to the kitchen. Ouink had turned off the stove and was ladling broth into two bowls.
(End of Chapter)
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