Chapter 1276: Demon Hunting in the Silent Night (19)
Chapter 1276 Demon Hunting in Silent Night (19)
At the same time, Cairo Grand Hotel.
After bidding farewell to Vice President Castro, Albert left the old guest room he shared with Palamedes and took the elevator to the top floor of the hotel, intending to check out his newly acquired luxury suite.
After swiping the key card, Tiger was almost blinded by the overly luxurious decoration inside the door. However, he had stayed in the luxurious guest room for several days, and he was no longer surprised by the splendid decoration, which really attracted him.
All Albert noticed was the room's spaciousness and versatility.
In addition to an open-plan twin bedroom that looks very comfortable, the special VIP room also has an independent open kitchen, a great large guest elevator, and a games room with its own billiards, darts, and bar. There is also a terrace on the other side.
The small swimming pool that extends outwards is surrounded only by glass curtain walls, giving people the pleasant illusion of swimming in the sky. Next to the terrace is a training room with some treadmills, fitness machines, weight racks and other equipment.
, for tenants to exercise anytime and anywhere.
As for Mutt, this kitten had already taken a bath, and was practicing yoga on a rubber mat wearing only a pair of shorts. The flexibility of the cat boy's body was simply amazing, and he twisted his limbs to incredible levels.
To the point where the whole cat was almost rolled up into a ball of hair. In addition, Mutt's muscles were already soft and fluffy, making him look even more like a ball of cat hair.
"Wow~" Albert whistled at the cat boy.
But Mutt just gave Tiger a blank look: "Are you back? The fitness equipment here is very good, come and exercise."
"Are you crazy?" Albert sneered casually: "I've been working hard all day and I want to go to bed right away, but you want me to continue exercising?!"
"Siloma said that it is very necessary to do a lot of physical exercise an hour before going to bed." Mutt explained seriously: "Push your body to the limit, let the muscles of the body tear, and then rest. This way
As a result, you can trigger the body's super-recovery effect while resting, and when you wake up, your muscles will be stronger than before. ------By the way, the [super-recovery effect] mentioned here is not Phileos.
The uncle’s super recovery ability, [super recovery], is possessed by every normal person, but you just don’t realize it.”
"Huh------" Albert was lying on the luxurious bed with a look of disdain. Anyway, Mutt himself definitely didn't understand these theories, he was just copying what others said.
"It's a waste for you to go to bed without doing anything." Mutt continued, "So Hiloma is right. The reason why you are so weak is not because of your innate deficiencies, but because you are lazy."
"What meow?!" As if he was humiliated, Albert jumped up from the bed, with veins on his forehead, and looked at the cat boy with great annoyance: "What meow did you just say? How dare you say it again?!"
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"I said, you are so weak only because you are lazy." The cat boy was not afraid of Albert's intimidation at all, even though the tiger could tie him up and crush him at any time: "I have also watched the broadcast of your game,
To be honest, you did a terrible job in that battle."
More veins sprouted from Albert's forehead. He clenched his fists loudly and was about to come over and give Mutt a good beating.
"Your movements are stiff and your reactions are slow, which makes you unable to dodge many attacks that you can easily dodge." Mutt continued as if nothing had happened: "You rely too much on your own talent, but you never know that in the original ability
Basically, you practice hard, but as a result, even your strong explosive power as a tiger-man seems dispensable and is completely wasted. You only know how to rest on your laurels, rely on your physique, and the performance of your weapons, and your own
But your skills are so poor that you cannot fully utilize your talents and weapons. In short, you are a miserable lazy person."
"Woo---" Tiger was deeply hurt by the other party's words. Although he thought he had done his best in today's battle, Mutt's words did not seem completely unreasonable.
"So you think that if I practice enough, my fighting ability will improve? Adding a few ounces of muscle to my body will make me stronger? Haha, there is no such good thing in the world."
"So you still don't understand at all." Mutt sneered: "The result of practice is indeed just an increase in muscle mass, but it is just a variable with minimal significance. What really makes you stronger is the process of practice. Through
A lot of physical exercise improves the coordination of your limbs and nervous system, and through hard training you hone your will and improve your self-confidence. What we American football players rely on is mentality. If you don’t have that iron will and confidence in yourself
Absolute confidence in your ability. When an opponent dozens of times more powerful than you is charging towards you, you will probably be frightened to the point of being unable to move."
Albert frowned, but the veins on his forehead completely disappeared. Although he didn't want to admit it, Tiger knew that Mutt's words were right.
"Okay... I'll just exercise..." The tiger man walked to a treadmill dejectedly and started jogging.
Mutt said nothing more and continued to practice his yoga, stretching and twisting his limbs to even more incredible levels.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.
"So---" In order to lighten the atmosphere, Albert asked as he ran: "If I practice hard, my body may one day be as flexible as yours, with superhuman flexibility?"
"Save it, it's impossible." Mutt denied it flatly.
The tiger started to look pretty: "Do you really think it's impossible? I'm a man who has even mastered the Sphinx's [Sandstorm Movement]!"
"Impossible is impossible." The cat boy hummed: "My body is no longer the result of simple exercise, but some kind of unnatural mutation."
"What the hell?!"
"Do you really want to hear it?" Mutt stopped to do yoga and sit on the rubber mat to rest. At the same time, he stared at Albert with a slightly mischievous look: "The story I am going to tell you is...
It's not a pleasant experience, it's bloody and cruel and may give you nightmares."
"Oh, please, I am a Warcraft hunter. I have killed countless horrific and cruel monsters, as well as people. What other things in this world can scare me?"
"Okay." Mutt showed an expression like "You asked for it" and began to talk: "First of all, I have to ask you, do you know what [Octopus Pot] is?"
"A takopot? The kind of container used for display in ocean parks to accommodate octopuses, nya?"
"No. The [octopus pot] I'm talking about is a torture device." The cat boy smiled indifferently.
"Did you know that when a slave is too sick to work and is deemed no longer able to do any good to his master, they are generally abandoned ruthlessly. They are either killed or made into [
Toy], for slave owners to enjoy. The [toy] I am talking about here is not something as gentle as a teddy bear. It is very cruel. [Takotsubo] is one of the materials for making such toys."
Albert frowned and felt a chill running down his spine, feeling that something terrible was about to happen.
Mutt pointed to the vase next to him, which was about a foot high: "[The octopus pot] is basically a reinforced glass bottle, about the same size as that vase. It has a hole at the bottom to allow dirt to drain away."
, keep the pot clean to a certain extent. Because such a pot is the permanent habitat of a slave who is made into a [toy]. Once he is stuffed in, he can never get out until he dies."
Albert glanced at the vase and retorted disdainfully: "That's nonsense. How can such a small bottle mouth hold a person!"
"Oh, it can definitely fit in." Mutt suddenly said something scary: "After breaking all the bones of the slave's limbs, you can stuff it in. If necessary, even break the bones of the slave.
That person will become a veritable ball of meat that can basically be put into any suitable container."
Tiger took a deep breath, a sick feeling rising in his throat.
"Yes, this is [Octopus Pot]. It's very perverted," Mutt said with a hint of hatred in his tone: "Slaves whose bones have been crushed will be put into this transparent glass pot."
, only one head is left exposed outside the pot, and from then on until death, he can no longer move. He can only watch the slave owner's mood, and occasionally get some [nutrient solution] to maintain his life. They are basically for the slave owners to enjoy.
, the situation is just like putting flowers in a vase to decorate the environment.
They were naked and put in transparent glass bottles to be ridiculed. On the one hand, they were used by slave owners to show off their wealth; on the other hand, they were used to kill chickens and scare monkeys, placing them there to scare slaves who could still work and make them work hard.
, don’t let yourself fall to this.
A slave who is made into a [toy] will completely lose even the last bit of human rights and dignity, and it is simply worse than death. If he is played to death, the slave owner will just lose a slave who has no ability to work in the first place. It doesn't matter.
Big deal."
"Stop, stop talking, it's so disgusting..."
"Huhu." Mutt smiled palely: "Two years, two whole years. I was stuffed into that kind of pot, made into a [toy], stored in a dark dungeon, and suffered all kinds of humiliation.
.How many times did I want to bite my tongue to kill myself, but I was too weak to even bite my own tongue off. But just when I was most desperate, Father Sphinx bought me from the last slave owner-
-----Do you understand? He bought an [Octopus Pot], a completely worthless piece of garbage. He did not treat me like a toy, but broke the Octopus Pot and saved me from dying.
He came out. He ordered people to heal me, who had lost all my limbs and had become a cripple. For a worthless slave like me, Father Sphinx was the first and probably only one in the world who was very important to me.
Kind people."
At this point, Mutter had tears in his eyes, but he still insisted on finishing: "Then, about a month later, my body began to mutate."