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Marbury's world was instantly turned upside down, and the feeling of being top-heavy intensified as he dangled helplessly in midair. Blood rushed to his head like a torrent, turning his face crimson and sending sharp pains coursing through his skull, as if it might explode at any moment. The blood throbbed violently in his brain, inducing waves of dizziness and a surreal sense of detachment; his vision blurred, and the surroundings seemed shrouded in a hazy mist. His breathing became rapid and chaotic, as though a massive stone pressed against his chest, making it hard to catch his breath.
"Let me down! You freak! Psychopath!" Marbury shouted in terror, his voice laced with fury and despair. His throat felt dry, and his tone was filled with confusion and pain; the fear within him grew stronger as he struggled frantically, only to find himself ensnared by the ropes.
However, the man showed no response, not even turning around. All Marbury could see was the man's back—a gaunt and twisted figure that appeared even more sinister in the darkness. The man seemed completely absorbed in his own world, oblivious to Marbury's struggles and anger.
Marbury blinked hard, trying to clear his vision, and gradually the haze lifted. At that moment, he witnessed a bizarre action from the man—slowly, he began to remove his coat. The man's movements were deliberate and ritualistic, as if he were preparing to unveil a long-hidden secret.
When the coat was finally shed completely, Marbury was left speechless in shock. The man's body was exposed to the moonlight, revealing an indescribably horrific sight. He was emaciated, with skin tightly stretched over his bones as if he had no muscle at all. Every rib was clearly visible; the bones beneath the skin seemed poised to break through at any moment.
Even more terrifying was the fact that the man's skin was not only gaunt but also covered in dead skin and mottled scars. His entire body appeared corroded by time and death, with a sickly grayish-white hue; some areas were cracked and peeling, exposing filthy flesh beneath. This body resembled nothing more than a skeleton draped in a thin layer of human skin—both grotesque and nauseating.
"What... what is this thing?" Marbury felt his stomach churn violently; he wanted to vomit as images of horror flooded his mind.
The man remained unresponsive; under the moonlight, his form became increasingly bizarre, as if he were no longer human but a walking symbol of death. His movements remained slow and eerie, as if awaiting some unknown ritual to commence.
Hunter's laughter echoed through the dark night like a demon's whisper, resonating in the cold air. His figure appeared skeletal under the moonlight, silver glimmers reflecting off his shriveled skin in stark contrast to the surrounding darkness. The cold wind and fine rain mercilessly battered him, bringing an icy chill that Hunter reveled in—it was the only evidence reminding him that he was still alive.
"Hahahaha..." Hunter's laughter grew more frenzied; his eyes turned blood-red with fervor as he muttered incantations under his breath. His voice dripped with uncleanliness and blasphemy like that of an evil deity. "This is what I crave... this merciless truth."
He extolled: "Praise the endless abyss! Praise the ultimate darkness hidden behind the cosmos! This society is utterly foolish; it cloaks its true malevolence with light and order, trapping everyone in false moral shackles."
Hunter's tone sharpened into madness as he revealed the hatred and contempt buried deep within him: "Order? Light? Hahaha! These are nothing but pitiful comforts for the weak. They need those rules to feel safe, controlled by society like slaves, completely unaware that they have long lost their freedom! Look at them—those pathetic souls who follow stupid rules day after day, living meaningless lives—why? Because they are too cowardly! Too afraid to confront the darkness within!"
He raised his hands and shouted madly to the sky, like a fanatic embracing the darkness: "There is only one truth—chaos and destruction are the essence of this world! The evils hidden beneath civilization and order are the true face of humanity! Light does not exist; only darkness remains eternal!"
His eyes were filled with deep contempt and anger, his voice growing more intense: "Why do people believe in these false morals? Because they are weak, because they fear admitting that they are nothing but a bunch of lowly beasts! All these hypocritical social rules exist solely to suppress humanity's true nature—those uncontrollable desires, hatred, and greed!"
The laughter of Hunter seemed to tear through the air, his voice resonating in the darkness: "They need me; this world needs someone like me! I will break those rules and unleash the malevolence hidden in the shadows! Do you think you are free? Do you think society can give you anything? Hahaha! You are nothing but a puppet trapped by this hypocritical world!"
He proudly gazed up at the silvery moon, as if seeking strength from it, his arms stretched toward the sky, ready to embrace the truth of chaos and destruction: "I will tear apart this false mask and bring true chaos back to this world! The ugliness and hatred concealed behind civilization are the real power! This is humanity's essence—I will make this world recognize it all over again!"
His voice was filled with profound anger and disdain for society, a madness tinged with determination, as if he had already resolved to drag the entire world into what he understood as "truth." Hunter's body trembled slightly under the moonlight, as if he had completely merged with that evil force, fully immersed in his anti-social delusions.
"Yes, this is what this world lacks—fear, anger, destruction! Light only brings false hope; only complete chaos can create true freedom!"
Marbury hung upside down from a tree, his mind hazy and body swaying. He watched the madman before him, his thoughts swirling in confusion. His breathing quickened, blood rushing to his head, leaving him dizzy and uneasy. His eyes widened in terror as he stared at the man's frenzied actions, filled with intense regret and fear.
"What is happening... How did I end up here?" Marbury repeatedly asked himself, trying to sort through his thoughts, but the madness unfolding before him left him breathless.
The man's laughter echoed in the air, reverberating throughout the dark clearing. Marbury's stiff body swayed slightly on the rope, fear washing over him like a cold tide. Looking at that emaciated figure resembling a skeleton, one thought kept repeating in his mind—this man was definitely not normal; he was more dangerous than anyone he had ever encountered. This man exuded an aura of madness and death.
"What has happened to me..." Marbury murmured to himself, filled with regret and self-blame. Just moments ago, he had stood outside a bar with a can of beer in hand, aimlessly watching those small-time thugs, feeling nothing but emptiness and loneliness. He remembered how fragile he had been then, how desperately he longed to change his hopeless life.
And it was in that moment of vulnerability that this man had suddenly appeared, as if sensing his deepest pain and desire, luring him step by step into darkness with those strange and seductive words. He recalled wanting to refuse at first, wanting to escape this evil allure, but ultimately he had followed that man to this place—a bizarre location reeking of death and decay.
"How could I be so foolish... How could I have followed him here?" Marbury's heart was filled with fear and self-doubt. He felt like a prey caught in a spider's web, unable to escape from the grip of this monster before him. The man's frenzied actions instilled a deep sense of terror within him; not only was this person abnormal—he was outright insane and possibly even a murderer.
"He has caught me... caught me in the most vulnerable moment of my heart, exploiting my weakness..." A deep sense of regret and helplessness surged within Marbury. He knew he had fallen into this crazy trap, unable to escape.
His hands flailed desperately, trying to break free from the ropes binding his ankles, but each struggle only made him sway more violently, his body dangling helplessly in midair. Blood rushed to his head, making it hard to breathe, and his vision blurred.
"Help me..." Marbury whispered helplessly, but he knew deep down that no one would come to save him. His voice was weak, nearly drowned out by the man's maniacal laughter.
In that moment, Marbury felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness—he had been tricked into this place, trapped in a madness he could not comprehend. Faced with the monstrous man before him, he had nowhere to run.
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