He even felt a little panic from the bottom of his heart.

"It must...stop that kind of thing!"

With his control over many ghouls, not long after, Yarman found a source of power extraction.

He was surprised to find that this actually came from the body of a ghoul!

Yarman is very strange to its breath.

It is obvious that this is a "new ghost" who just came to the dungeon. It still retains a large amount of human aura and has not been assimilated by the strong smell of ghouls in the dungeon in the dream. For some particularly cruel ghouls, this "new ghost" also has the value of becoming food.

However, at this time, both Yarman and the ghouls gathered nearby were all staring at it with surprise and dared not get close.

In this dark underground space, among low buildings standing like tombstones.

The filthy flesh and blood are expanding.

At first, it could still be seen as its original ghoul shape, but soon, as the flesh and blood slid down like melted ice cream, all that was left was a scarlet, sticky meat blanket.

The meat blanket grows active, excitedly, and twists on it to generate something like arms, mouth, eyes, teeth, and no rules that humans should have.

The eyes are covered with fingers, and neat teeth are covered with them, and fresh tender flesh is constantly generated on the teeth.

Perhaps, it is no longer appropriate to call it "ghoul".

Such a meat blanket, just looking at it with your eyes, makes people feel weird and disgusted, like dirty bacteria entering the brain with the help of their eyes.

Even though the ghouls themselves are not humans, but a frenzied monster, they can't help but feel a little disgust and fear in the face of this scene.

‘This, what the hell is this…?’

The ghouls around Yarman were thinking in their hearts.

But there were also several ghouls who, after their initial surprise, were gradually controlled by the desire in their hearts.

"Meat, this is meat!"

"Eat! I want to eat..."

In their eyes, no matter how weird or disgusting this kind of thing is, it is still meat.

There is no essential difference from the cold and rotten meat they once ate.

Since it's meat, you can eat it!

The brains of low-level ghouls don't think about anything more, they just act according to their own barbaric instincts.

When Yarman saw their actions, he did not stop them, and he also wanted to use this to test these flesh and blood.

The ghoul crawled on his body, limbs on the ground, and approached the carpet cautiously.

However, until they walk above the carpet.

The aberrant flesh and blood did not react at all, but were just expanding and growing on their own, like an unconscious flesh and blood plant.

Seeing this, the ghoul finally became bolder. The saliva that was already flowing continuously became increasingly flooded. It lowered its head and began to gnaw, bite, and swallowed the strange pieces of meat into its belly.

But at this time, the meat blanket showed no resistance or attacking attitude, and did not even resist.

It was like a gentle, numb lamb, even if the butcher knife was swung on his face, he didn't move.

Yarman looked at this scene and felt strange.

‘Did I…Is my intuition wrong?’

‘They are not dangerous at all, they are just ugly food?’

While puzzled, Yarman felt sarcastic and funny.

‘I was scared by the food just now?’

So, more ghouls joined the dining team and enjoyed the long-lost, fresh flesh and blood.

They even think that this kind of flesh and blood is more delicious than ordinary corpses, and... inexhaustible and inexhaustible.

The ghouls were surprised to find that the speed of their feeding was not even as fast as the speed of flesh and blood regeneration.

“That’s perfect…”

"This is simply a gift from the God of the Hidden Site!"

They roared excitedly, bite, and were grateful for the gifts of the gods they believed in.

Flesh and blood are the ultimate pursuit of ghouls, which stems from their deteriorated and rotten souls.

And this meat blanket undoubtedly satisfies everything in their dreams - the corpse that can never be eaten.

Seeing his companion's revelry posture, the saliva in his mouth began to secrete, and a hunger of desire arises in his belly.

He also wanted to eat.

But at this moment, Yarman suddenly realized something was wrong.

Yarman looked beside him, except for him, there were only a few ghouls who did not join the carnival feast.

All the eyes are the ghouls eating.

And their faces were filled with a strong excitement and frenzy, far more than usual, as if they were taking some addictive drugs.

Even if the ghoul is indeed occupied by inner impulses when eating, it shouldn’t be so crazy!

It's like... the flesh and blood that has eaten control over their bodies.

Once this feast begins, it will not stop again.

"ah!!!"

The first thing to ring was the scream of a ghoul.

Its arm was torn off by its companion beside it, holding it in its hand like eating lamb chops, biting it greedily.

This aroused the ferociousness of this ghoul. It bit the other party's throat without hesitation, tear its face with its claws, and tucked out its eyes.

When the first ghoul died at the hands of his kind, it was unexpected that things had exceeded Yarman's control.

The melee broke out.

The ghouls who were originally enjoying a delicious meal together fought each other in a blink of an eye, hurting each other and gnawing.

Screams, roars, and flesh and blood squirming... filled Yarman's ears.

It suddenly remembered that it came to eliminate the nodes that absorbed the power of the dream.

But it's too late.

Suddenly, a ghoul whose stomach bulged bulge stopped moving.

It looked up in a daze, with a look of pain on its face, covering its abdomen, as if it was about to give birth to a pregnant woman.

Immediately afterwards-

Bang!

Its body began to burst from its abdomen.

Bright red, fishy and undigested flesh splashed out, an arm stretched out from the ghoul's eye socket, with strange smiles on it, sharp teeth biting the throat from the inside, and its skin was torn apart by more weird organs.

The magnificent flower of flesh and blood is blooming.

One by one, one by one.

"Stop! Stop!"

Yarman shouted with all his strength, trying to stop the disaster with the help of his control over his kind.

But its voice was soon overwhelmed by cruel roars.

Suddenly, Yarman noticed a slippery feeling at his feet.

Several granulations were quietly wrapped around his legs.

It turned out that before I knew it, the whole weird meat blanket had expanded to his feet.

And the ghouls who feed it so fast are the ones who eat it.

The relationship between food and predators has long been reversed.

The indescribable chill enveloped Yarman's heart, and it turned its head to look.

I once admired and feared its kind, stopped all the time, looked at myself greedily, and... approached step by step.

"You, how dare you..."

Before Yarman could finish his words, the ghouls rushed towards him like a tide.

A strange face on the carpet was smiling brighter.

*******

The tremor that allows time to quietly walk back to the dream world has not happened before.

"It's actually..."

The consciousness of happiness returns from the church.
To be continued...