Strongest Maniac: Born in an Asylum

An illusion!

Yes!

This must be an illusion.

"I like stir-fried chili with meat," Walter imagined, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. "The taste must be so fragrant."

"I prefer hot pot," Leo said, sharing his own thoughts.

"Stir-fried chili with meat is not bad, and braised pork is also good."

"A stir-fry is even better."

"Braised pork with tofu is not bad either."

They ignored the Funeral Dog's presence, discussing ways to eat the cute dog. As they talked, their mouths watered, and both their stomachs rumbled.

Walter said sadly, "It's a pity we don't have a pot."

"And no fire," Leo's mood was very down.

The two of them looked very disappointed, but soon, as if they had a telepathic connection, they looked at each other and said firmly and in unison, "But we can find a way."

"Hehe!"

"Hehe!"

They laughed.

At this moment, the Funeral Dog felt humiliated. Its intertwined fangs had been shattered. It struggled, but the other person was holding it by the scruff of its neck, leaving it with no ability to resist. It opened its mouth, preparing to roar.

But…

Whimper, whimper!

Leo saw the dog trying to cry out. Alarmed, he quickly shoved his fist into the dog's mouth. The throat was blocked by a hard object, causing a gag reflex. The contents of its stomach wanted to come out.

"Shh!"

"Be good, don't shout. You'll be discovered by those orderlies. They love to catch you and lock you up in a place you can't get out of. You'll be very pitiful."

Leo whispered to the dog in a language it might not understand.

The Funeral Dog was furious.

Damn it!

I'm a level-two Abyssal entity! How can you do this to me? Take your dirty arm out of my mouth! The Funeral Dog tightened its throat, trying to crush the other person's arm.

It soon realized that something was not right.

The human's arm was too hard. It rubbed against its throat uncomfortably. Although it was a level-two Abyssal entity, its internal organs were still very fragile.

Walter rummaged around, looking for a lighter or matches, but after a long search, he couldn't find any.

"I can't find it."

"It's so annoying. Such a cute food is right in front of us, but we can't do anything."

He was so, so annoyed.

Then he gently stroked the dog's fur. It wasn't very smooth, a bit stiff. "Doggy, it's a pity we couldn't find any fire-starting tools. If we could start a fire, we could eat you."

The Funeral Dog understood. It stared with its dog eyes. The two humans in front of it actually wanted to eat it.

Damn it.

It was an Abyssal entity! How could humans eat Abyssal entities? It was impossible. To say something insulting to Abyssal entities, when humans saw the flesh and blood of an Abyssal entity, it was like seeing feces. Even if it was very delicious, they wouldn't eat it.

"What are you looking at?" Walter asked.

Leo looked up and said calmly, "I'm looking at the light bulb."

Walter also looked curiously. After a while, he felt his eyes blurring. It wasn't comfortable at all. "What's so interesting about a light bulb?"

"Do you think electricity can cook meat?" Leo asked a fatal question.

Walter scratched his head. Even if he racked his little brain, he couldn't figure out if it could cook meat.

Leo said to himself, "I remember a while ago, when I was practicing the Electro-Stimulation Cultivation Method, I smelled my own meat becoming fragrant. I think if the dog also cultivates, its meat will definitely be very fragrant too."

"I think we can give it a try," Walter said.

The Funeral Dog's intelligence was not low. It could understand human communication and behavior.

But now, it really wanted to say that it had no idea what these two were talking about.

It understood every word, but when those words were put together, it was hard for it to understand.

"Alright, watch me."

Leo stood on the bed, but he still couldn't reach the light bulb. He moved the plastic chair from the doorway, stood on it, and took down the light bulb. He saw the two holes leading to the abyss of death again.

"Do you need my help?" Walter asked.

Leo shook his head. "No, I can do it myself."

Then he raised his hand and brought the dog closer to the hole of death.

The Funeral Dog completely understood. The human wanted to kill it. It struggled, wanting to shout, but couldn't make a sound. It roared in its heart.

"F--- you!"

"Stop!"

Bzzzt!

Instantly, a current of electricity shot through it. The Funeral Dog's fur stood on end. It shook, and smoke rose from its body. It was a somewhat powerful Abyssal entity, but it had a natural fear of electricity.

Leo's body also shook.

"What a powerful current. It's much stronger than the one at school."

As time went on, the smell of meat wafted out.

The Funeral Dog was half-dead. It had completely collapsed.

"Oh! This side is cooked. This side isn't cooked yet." Leo felt refreshed and invigorated. The Electro-Stimulation Therapy was really powerful. He then changed the position and brought the dog over again.

Bzzzt!

Sparks flickered. Occasionally, you could even see small arcs of electricity flashing and disappearing.

The dog's fur caught fire.

But the flames could make the meat even more fragrant.

Walter waited with great anticipation. What a fragrant smell.

So fragrant.

At this moment, the Funeral Dog only had one breath left. As the current swept through its body, it was not far from death. Its aura grew weaker and weaker. It could already smell it. Its own meat was indeed very fragrant.

It roared unwillingly.

"Beast!"

The light bulbs in the mental asylum flickered, on and off, like a haunted house. The creepy atmosphere had been created.

Tonight, Leon was on duty.

He was in a good mood now. He had reached the pinnacle of his life. The girlfriend his neighbor, Uncle Wang, had introduced him to was really a good person. Gentle, cute, and although they weren't living together, they had done everything except the final step.

He thought back to the dark movie theater, the two of them holding hands, watching a romance film.

"I know what you want, but I'm a traditional, conservative woman. I want to give myself to you completely on our wedding night. But for now, I can give you a different kind of reward…"

As Leon waited excitedly, his girlfriend unzipped his pants and quietly lowered her head.

He instantly grabbed his hair.

His head exploded.

From then on, he vowed to work hard.

In the corridor.

"What's wrong with the light bulb? Why is it flickering?" Leon looked at the light bulb, then shook his head. "These electricians nowadays are really not serious. It must be a bad connection."

He didn't pay attention to these things and continued to patrol the corridor.

Ahead was room 666.

He thought about what had happened that day.

He felt he must have seen it wrong. It must have been a hallucination. It must have been a hallucination caused by working too hard. He would go take a look, see if the two patients in room 666 were asleep. If they were asleep and had kicked off their blankets, he would go in and help them cover up.

Those two patients were both pitiful people.

One was young but had a mental illness. It was a real pity.

The other was not young, had no children, and was all alone here. How pitiful.

"My kind heart will bring good luck."

Leon bragged, a smile on his face, as he walked towards room 666.

Are the old man and the young man asleep yet?