My name is Immortal Body.
Cursed by the King of Hell, I am a mysterious figure who has lived for over a thousand years.
Yes, I possess a life so long it feels endless.
But the price I pay is an eternally dull existence.
Loneliness gnaws at my soul like a relentless parasite, day and night.
Thus, I embarked on a journey to seek death.
I have heard of a master who is ageless and indestructible, hidden somewhere on Desolate Island.
He possesses ancient and mysterious powers that can manipulate the human heart.
All who behold his true form are driven mad, descending into insanity.
I am filled with curiosity about this.
If he truly exists, perhaps he can help me escape this eternal life.
I am eager to witness it for myself.
So, I arrived at this isolated Desolate Island.
The Terror Deformity Show—a paradise where the wealthy seek thrills.
No one cares whether this place is legal; they only care about whether it is thrilling enough!
Here, all the desires of the rich are satisfied.
In the heart of the island lies an area surrounded by barbed wire.
For a price, one can enjoy various spectacular performances.
And the performers you see are all outcasts from human society—freaks!
I have been assigned to the front row.
The host introduced me to the seven Tamers of the Terror Deformity Show.
The first Tamer was a little girl in a dress who had a penchant for amputations.
The second Tamer was obsessed with the Scarecrow; he enjoyed cutting into human flesh.
The third Tamer despised living, vocal beings and took pleasure in restoring corpses.
The fourth Tamer was a Dominant Lady, dressed in jeans and a crop top, holding a long whip in her left hand while leading a Dog Leash with her right.
A Dog Leash was fastened around the neck of a young, handsome boy.
The Dominant Lady swung the whip, striking the boy's back.
He let out a piercing scream as blood welled up along his back.
The Dominant Lady licked her lips, looking unusually excited. "Come on, baby, scream louder!"
The fifth Tamer was a Bald Man who tortured animals, relishing in skinning them alive, pulling their tendons, and cutting their flesh.
The sixth Tamer was a Long-Haired Woman who enjoyed locking people in cages and letting them starve slowly.
The seventh Tamer was a boy kneeling on the ground, treated like a pet by the Dominant Lady.
I looked at the boy.
His eyes were vacant and lifeless, as if he had lost his soul, kneeling in a daze.
Suddenly, he looked up and met my gaze for an instant.
A chill ran down my spine, as if something were tightly wrapping around me.
The host informed me, "Immortal Lord, you are our esteemed guest. You may choose any 'beast' you like to take back to your room after each show."
I raised an eyebrow. "I don't need that."
I was here to search for my master’s whereabouts, not to indulge in the thrill of hunting.
The host chuckled awkwardly, "Well, I hope you have a great time."
I closed my eyes, pretending to doze off.
The sounds of laughter and screams intertwined in my ears.
Until midnight struck.
A middle-aged man dressed in a tailcoat stepped into the center of the stage. "Esteemed guests, let us welcome our host with the loudest applause!"
The applause thundered.
Before us, a massive cage was slowly pushed forward.
Inside the cage, a swirling mass of black mist obscured whatever lay within.
The host knelt respectfully before the cage. "Honored master, please perform your miracle and take this revelry to its peak!"
I slowly opened my eyes, fixated on the swirling black mist.
Is this truly the legendary master?
Perhaps not.
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