Strongest Maniac: Born in an Asylum

"Good evening, viewers!"

The female anchor's opening line was the same every day.

"Hello, wife!"

"Hello, girlfriend!"

"Villain, do you dare to fight me?"

The mental patients were very enthusiastic. The surrounding orderlies were helpless. Perhaps for anyone, beautiful women were irresistible, even for mental patients.

The orderlies weren't very interested in the news.

But at this moment, a news bulletin caught their attention.

"We now interrupt with a news bulletin. Four graduates from the top academies have gone missing in Seaside City. If anyone sees them, please call the number below."

"110."

Soon, four photos appeared on the screen, along with their personal information.

Graduates from the four major academies.

All in the prime of their youth, yet they had mysteriously disappeared. How sad and regrettable.

In the office.

Director Hess drank his tea full of goji berries and red dates. The news was related to Seaside City.

"Have the Abyssal entities already reached Seaside City?"

To a normal person, the disappearance of four young people might seem like a common occurrence. But to him, it wasn't that simple. For the special department to be unable to find them, there was only one possibility: they had been killed by Abyssal entities.

His cell phone rang.

"Hello! What made you think of calling me? Is someone mentally unstable and wants to come to my mental asylum?"

"You say you've searched the whole city and haven't found a trace of them? That's a bit of an exaggeration. You haven't even been to my mental asylum. How can you say you haven't found them in the whole city?"

"Alright, alright, no more jokes. If I were thinking like an Abyssal entity, do you think I would appear openly in front of you?"

"If you can't find them on the surface, then look underground. The city's sewer system is vast. It wouldn't be surprising if an Abyssal entity were hiding down there."

He hung up the phone.

Director Hess drank a sip of tea, lit a cigarette. The smoke swirled, revealing the style of a master. His scholarly thinking seemed useless, but not everyone could understand it.

Would an Abyssal entity come to a mental asylum?

Probably not.

After all, with me, Director Hess, here, wouldn't they be afraid of being issued a certificate and being kept here forever?

At night.

It was late, and the mental asylum gradually quieted down, creating a somewhat creepy atmosphere. Some mental patients couldn't sleep, lying in bed and muttering to themselves in a language others couldn't understand.

The corridor was quiet. Due to the electrician's shoddy workmanship, the light bulbs would occasionally short-circuit, flickering, adding a touch of horror to the already unsettling mental asylum.

In a corner of the mental asylum.

Creak!

A manhole cover moved, and then, a canine creature climbed out of the water.

The Abyssal entity, the Funeral Dog.

It had actually appeared in the mental asylum.

Half-hidden in the darkness, it looked terrifying. In the faint light, it was clear that the Funeral Dog was not in good shape. The fur on its neck was singed, its flesh and blood a mess.

The battle in the sewer during the day, the four young people had inflicted considerable damage on it, especially the Mount Mao youth, who had managed to injure it.

The Funeral Dog was an intelligent Abyssal entity. In its current condition, if it were discovered by a master, it would be a dead end. It could only find a place to recuperate.

With its current ferocious appearance, even a normal human would be scared to death, let alone using a human to hide.

In the darkness, the Funeral Dog shrank its body, the black mist it emitted being absorbed into its body. In an instant, it turned into a very cute, short-legged little black dog. Except for its somewhat frightening injuries, everything else fit the human perception of cuteness.

If a girl saw it, she would definitely be melted by its cute appearance, hugging it in her arms, unwilling to let go.

She would even say, "What a cute doggy."

So cute!

"Hmph, foolish humans, welcome my arrival."

The Funeral Dog couldn't speak, but it had thoughts in its mind.

Room 666.

Leo and Walter sat cross-legged, drinking soy milk. A pre-sleep soy milk could help them fall asleep better.

"I think my watch might be a fake. He sold me a broken watch," Walter said unhappily, drinking his soy milk. Then he rolled up his sleeve. "Look, today is clearly March 2nd, but when I looked for him today, it was the 29th. I asked him to fix it, but he told me that my watch had been tampered with and it had nothing to do with him. He told me to pay to have it fixed."

"This is a watch worth millions. The repair fee would be tens of thousands. Where would I get that kind of money?"

"Why don't you lend me a few tens of thousands? I'll pay you back in a while."

He sounded very sad, but his real purpose was to borrow money.

"I don't have any money," Leo said.

Walter's head drooped. "I know you don't have any money. I was just asking. Why don't we try kidnapping? I heard kidnapping is a fast way to get money."

"Who should we kidnap?" Leo asked. He was willing to help Walter. My best friend is in trouble, I have to help.

Walter pointed at Leo. "You. Don't you have a girlfriend? I'll pretend to kidnap you and ask her to pay to fix my watch. As soon as the watch is fixed, I'll let you go. Tell her not to worry."

Leo blinked, then said calmly, "I don't have a girlfriend."

"Isn't the one on TV your girlfriend?" Walter asked.

"Oh! That's my wife. I don't have a girlfriend," Leo said regretfully. "You're my friend, and I can't help you. I'm very sad. But don't worry, I'll find a way for you."

Walter sighed. "A wife, huh? I thought it was a girlfriend. Then it's useless."

Just then, a faint whimpering sound came from the door.

"Did you hear that?" Walter asked.

"No."

"I clearly heard it."

"I didn't hear anything."

The Funeral Dog, pretending to be an injured puppy, was a bit annoyed. Are all humans deaf?

It had been whimpering for a long time, and they still hadn't opened the door.

No choice.

The Funeral Dog lifted its small, thick paw and scratched at the door. If there was still no reaction, it would have to go somewhere else.

"There is! I clearly heard a sound!" Walter got out of bed, opened the door, and his eyes immediately lit up. He saw the Funeral Dog. His old man's heart melted. He couldn't wait to hug it. "Look what I found! What a cute doggy! I love doggies the most!"

Soon, the two of them placed the puppy on the bed.

"The doggy is injured. It must be in a lot of pain," Walter said with concern.

"Yes, a lot of pain," Leo nodded.

"Fortunately, I know acupuncture. I can treat it."

"Once it's better, we can play with the doggy."

The two of them carefully examined the little dog, as if they had never seen one before. They liked it very much. They were both dog lovers.

The Funeral Dog was very proud.

Foolish humans, fall for my cute appearance.

But wait…

What is this old man doing?

Where is he sticking that silver needle?

Although it was uncomfortable, there was no other way. It could only endure for now.

Walter carefully treated the dog. Although it was a dog, it should be similar to a human. The acupoints should be the same. Wherever it looked uncomfortable, he would poke it. It couldn't be wrong.

Leo gently stroked the dog's fur.

"What a cute doggy. I really like it."

The Funeral Dog understood human language. Cute, like… When its injuries recovered and it had evaded its pursuers, it would reveal its true form. Let's see if you still think I'm cute then…

Rumble! Rumble!

Just then, Leo clutched his stomach, the sound of hunger echoing.

"Old Walter, I'm hungry. I really want to eat."

Walter said, "Then what should we do?"

Swish! Swish!

Instantly, Leo and Walter's gazes focused on the cute puppy.

Huh?

The Funeral Dog noticed that the two humans' gazes were a bit off.

It was as if they were looking at food.

No!

An illusion!

They must have been melted by my cute appearance.

In that case…

Then let me completely melt your hearts.

The Funeral Dog licked Leo's palm, displaying the cutest side of a dog…