Strongest Maniac: Born in an Asylum

"It's so cute."

Walter looked at the Funeral Dog, disguised as a short-legged little dog, and was very fond of it. Its eyes were beautiful, its fur was smooth, and it was jet black.

"Yes, it's very cute," Leo nodded. The dog licked his palm. It was a bit itchy, but it was fun.

The Funeral Dog sneered inwardly.

Cute?

Yes, very cute indeed.

Foolish humans are so easily deceived by appearances. If they knew that this cute dog was a level-two Abyssal entity, perhaps they wouldn't be saying that.

Take good care of me.

When I no longer need you, I, the Funeral Dog, will reward you by eating you all up, completely and utterly becoming one with me.

This will be your greatest honor.

The Funeral Dog's mentality was a bit chuunibyou.

Oh!

The Funeral Dog noticed that this human was drooling. Was it because he was captivated by its cute appearance?

Haha!

I never thought that I, the Funeral Dog, would one day be liked by a human.

"It's so cute, it must be delicious," Walter said.

Leo stared without blinking, saliva slowly dripping from the corner of his mouth. "I was thinking the same thing."

"Cute = delicious."

The Funeral Dog understood human language. Gradually, it realized that something was not right.

What was going on with these two humans? Cute is delicious?

What the hell?

It didn't quite understand.

Walter pulled out the silver needle from the dog's body and said with regret, "I've done my best, I can't cure it. It's going to die."

"Doggy, close your eyes. You're dead."

Walter stroked the dog's eyes, trying to get it to close them. Only by closing its eyes would it be considered dead, at rest.

But…

The Funeral Dog stared with its round dog eyes, a look of confusion on its face.

Close my eyes?

Can't you see my eyes are wide open? I'm far from death.

Human, don't be so arrogant. I've given you too much leeway. (sings…)

"Close your eyes and rest…"

The Funeral Dog stared with its round eyes.

"Rest…"

The Funeral Dog still stared with its round eyes.

"It's not dead yet," Walter said.

Leo said calmly, "Then we'll wait for it to die. We'll just watch it. As soon as it dies, we can eat it."

"Alright."

Then, Leo and Walter sat on the bed, their eyes fixed on the Funeral Dog, like the Grim Reaper watching a dying person. As soon as it closed its eyes, they would take its soul.

They didn't know what the Funeral Dog was thinking.

The Funeral Dog felt that there was something wrong with the two humans in front of it. In its words, their minds were definitely not right. I, the Funeral Dog, have turned into such a cute dog, and not only do you not hug me and pet me, but you want me to die.

"Look, its wound is bleeding again," Walter said, pointing at the dog's bloody back.

"Let it bleed for a while. It'll die," Leo said.

"Yes, it will definitely die. But it's so small, you definitely won't have enough to eat. But can I have a dog leg?"

"Of course you can. I'm starving to death right now."

"You're so good to me. Will its meat be delicious?"

"I haven't tried it before, but it's so cute, it must be delicious."

"That's right. The cutest things are definitely the most delicious."

Their conversation, a question and an answer, was harmonious and warm, as they quietly waited for the cute dog to die from blood loss.

The Funeral Dog was a bit confused.

They want to eat me?

Damn it! I'm a very cute dog! You're going to eat such a cute dog? Do you have any humanity?

Drip, drip!

A mistake~

There was no bell in room 666. It was all for creating an atmosphere.

At this moment, the situation in the room was very strange.

Two mental patients and a dog were staring at each other. The dog's wound was quite serious, bleeding. If a normal person saw this, they would definitely criticize the two of them. How cold-blooded can you be? Such a cute dog, and you can just sit there and watch it die? So cold-blooded.

The Funeral Dog's situation was not good. In order to create a pitiful appearance, its injuries had been getting worse. If it let the blood flow freely, perhaps their prediction would come true, and it would die from blood loss.

Damn it!

These two humans must know who I am. They're just toying with me now.

No choice.

Then I'll just have to reveal my true form and swallow these two humans.

Roar!

A low growl came from the Funeral Dog's throat. Its small body began to change. Its short, thick legs turned into thick, veiny legs. Its claws were sharp, and with a swipe, they tore through the blanket, revealing the white cotton inside.

Leo and Walter were talking in low voices when they gradually noticed a shadow growing larger.

They looked up.

And saw that the cute little dog had turned into a big dog.

Intertwined fangs, sharp and exposed. A disgusting mucus dripped down, soiling the clean bedsheets.

"I'm scared of big dogs," Walter said, hiding behind Leo. Then he peeked out. "But since it's gotten so big, it should be enough to eat."

Rumble! Rumble!

Leo's stomach growled, and his eyes began to light up. He was so hungry. "The cute little dog has turned into a cute big dog. It must be delicious."

The Funeral Dog, having revealed its true form, was ferocious. It roared at the two of them, opened its blood-red mouth, and bit at Leo's neck. It wanted to bite off his neck in one go.

Thud!

Time froze.

Everything around them fell silent.

The Funeral Dog had always been confident that it could bite off its opponent's neck in one go. But it never expected that it would now be held by the neck and pressed onto the bed, its butt in the air, its tail habitually wagging a few times.

Such a humiliating action, and it was happening to it.

"Old Walter, the dog is very cute. It pounced on me because it wanted a hug," Leo said, holding the Funeral Dog by the scruff of its neck and lifting it up. The Funeral Dog was, after all, just a dog. It had a dog's nature.

Its four limbs were spread out, its tail up, its dog eyes wide, like a flying dog.

"Look how well-behaved it is," Leo said.

The ferocious Funeral Dog, which had killed four young graduates from the top academies, was now being called "well-behaved." This was an insult to the Funeral Dog, an insult to Abyssal entities, and an even bigger insult to those who had died.

"Can I pet it?" Walter asked. He liked dogs, especially cute ones, and even more so, cute and delicious ones.

"You can. It's very well-behaved," Leo said.

Walter slowly reached out his hand, wanting to pet the dog's fur.

The Funeral Dog suddenly reacted, trying to bite off Walter's hand.

Smack!

Leo slapped the dog's mouth. With a crack, its intertwined fangs shattered under the heavy blow. For the Funeral Dog, it couldn't believe what was happening. Its pride and joy, its fangs, had been shattered.

"Doggy, you have to be good. He's my friend. You can't be mean to him," Leo said angrily.

The Funeral Dog was stunned.

Its mind was blank.

What level of master is he…

Why is there such a master here?