Chapter 1276: Demon Hunting in the Silent Night (19)

At the same time, the Grand Cairo Hotel.

After bidding farewell to Vice President Castro, Albert left the old room he shared with Palamides and took the elevator to the top floor of the hotel, intending to check out his newly acquired luxury suite.

After the keycard was swiped, the tiger was almost blinded by the extravagant arrangement of the door. However, he had been staying in the luxurious rooms for several days, and he was already familiar with the glittering decorations, and it was only the spaciousness and versatility of the room that really caught Albert's attention.

In addition to a comfortable-looking open-plan twin bedroom, the special VIP room has a separate open-plan kitchen, a great large passenger lift, and a games room with pool darts and a wet bar. There is also a small pool on the terrace that extends outward, and the water is enclosed only by a glass curtain wall, giving the illusion of swimming in the air. Next to the terrace is a training room with treadmills, exercise machines, weight racks and other equipment for guests to work out on the go.

As for Mutter, the kitten had already finished a bath and was practicing yoga on a rubber mat blanket wearing only a pair of shorts. The softness of the cat boy's body is simply amazing, he twisted his limbs to an incredible degree, making his whole cat almost curl into a hairball, and the muscles of Mutt's whole body are already soft and fluffy, with fluffy and smooth hair, making him look more like a cat hairball.

"Wow~" Albert whistled at the cat-man boy.

But Mutt just gave the tiger a blank look: "You're back, the gym equipment here is very good, come and exercise." "Are you crazy?" Albert sneered nonchalantly, "I've been working all day, and I want to go to bed right now, and you're going to keep exercising?!" "Shiloma said that it's necessary to do a lot of physical exercise an hour before going to bed. Mutt explained solemnly: "Push your body to the limit, let the muscles and muscles of your body tear, and then go to rest." This way, you will be able to trigger the body's super recovery effect when you are resting, and when you wake up, your muscles will be stronger than before - by the way, the [super recovery effect] mentioned here is not Uncle Philios's super recovery ability, [super recovery fù] can be possessed by any normal person, but you don't realize it. "Hmph—" Albert lay on the plush bed, his face dismissive. Anyway, Mutter himself certainly doesn't understand these theories, but just copies what others say.

"You go to sleep without doing anything, it's a kind of Lang fee. "So Shiloma is right, the reason you are so weak is not because you are congenitally deficient, but because you are lazy. As if humiliated, Albert bounced up from the bed, his forehead was bruised, and he looked at the cat man boy with great annoyance: "What did you just say?!" "I said, you are so weak, it's all because of laziness. The cat-man boy was not afraid of Albert's intimidation at all, although the tiger could tie him up at any time and flatten him up: "I've watched the broadcast of your fight, and to be honest, you fought badly in that fight." More green tendons popped up from Albert's forehead, and he clenched his fists and gurgled as he came over to give Mutter a good beating.

"Your movements are blunt, your reactions are slow, and you can't dodge a lot of attacks that you can easily dodge. "You relied too much on your own talents, but you never knew how to practice the original foundation, and as a result, even your strong explosiveness as a tiger man seemed dispensable, and it was completely wasted. You only know how to eat the old book, rely on your physique, rely on the performance of your weapons, and your own skills are so bad that you can't give full play to your talents and the performance of your weapons. In short, you're a pathetic slacker. "Uhhhhhhh Although he thought he had done his best in today's fight, Mutter's words did not seem entirely unreasonable.

"So you think I'll be able to improve my combat ability if I practice enough? A few more ounces of muscle on my body will make me stronger? Hehe, how can there be such a good thing in the world. "So you still don't understand it at all. Mutter sneered: "It's true that the result of the exercise is only to increase muscle mass, but it is only a variable of minimal significance. What really makes you strong is the process of practicing. A lot of physical exercise improves the coordination of your limbs and nervous system, and hard training to hone your will and improve your self-confidence. Those of us who play American football rely on mentality. Without that iron will and absolute confidence in your own abilities, you're likely to be too scared to move when an opponent dozens of times stronger than you sprints towards you. Albert frowned, but the bruises on his forehead were completely gone. Despite his reluctance to admit it, Tiger knew that Mutter's words were right.

"Okay, I'll just exercise" The tiger man walked to a treadmill with his head down and started jogging.

Mutt didn't say anything more, and continued to practice his yoga, stretching and twisting his limbs to even more incredible degrees.

The atmosphere in the room stiffened for a moment.

"So—" Albert asked as he ran to lighten the mood, "If I practice hard, maybe my body will one day be able to have superhuman softness like you?" "Save it, it's impossible." Mutt said no.

The tiger began to stink, "Do you really think it's impossible? I'm a man who has mastered even the Sphinx's [Sandstorm Divine Walk]!" "Impossible is impossible. The cat-man boy snorted, "My body is no longer the result of simple exercise, but some kind of unnatural mutation. "What?!" "Do you really want to hear it?" Mutter paused for a yoga workout and sat down on a rubber mat to rest while staring at Albert with a slightly mischievous look: "The story I'm going to tell next is not that pleasant experience, it's bloody and cruel, and it might give you nightmares. "Oh, please, I'm a Warcraft hunter who has killed countless horrific and brutal monsters, as well as people. What else in this world can scare me?" "First of all, I have to ask you, do you know what an octopus pot is?" "Octopus pots, the kind of utensils that are displayed in Ocean Park for octopuses to live in?" "No. The [octopus pot] I'm talking about is a torture instrument. The cat man boy smiled indifferently and bitterly.

"Did you know that when a slave is too sick to work and is deemed impossible to bring any benefit to his master, they are generally ruthlessly abandoned? They were either killed or made into [toys] for the slavers to enjoy. I'm not talking about [toys] here, but they're not as gentle as teddy bear dolls. It's very brutal. [Octopus pot] is one of the ingredients used to make such toys as zuò. Albert frowned, and a chill ran down his spine as he felt something terrible about to happen.

Mutt gestured to the vase next to him, which was about a foot tall, "[Octopus Pot] is basically a reinforced glass bottle, about the size of that vase. It has a hole in the bottom that allows dirt to run away, keeping the pot clean with a certain amount of dù. For such a pot is the permanent dwelling place of a slave who has been made into a [toy], and after being stuffed into it, he will never come out again until he dies. Albert glanced at the vase and retorted disdainfully: "Nonsense. How could such a small bottle meow fit a person!" "Oh, absolutely. But Mutter said something terrifying: "After smashing all the bones of the slave's limbs, you can stuff them in." If necessary, even the bones will be crushed, and the person will become a veritable mass of meat that can be loaded into almost any suitable vessel. The tiger took a deep breath, a feeling of nausea running through his throat.

"That's right, this is [the octopus pot]. It's perverted, isn't it? When Mutter said this, there was a hint of hatred in his tone: "Slaves whose bones have been broken will be put into this transparent glass jug, leaving only one head exposed outside the jug, and will never move again until death, only to see the mood of the slave owner, and occasionally get some [nutrient solution] to sustain their lives." They were basically for the enjoyment of the slave owners, just like putting flowers on a vase to decorate the environment.

Naked and ridiculed in clear glass bottles, they were used by slave owners to show off their possessions, and to be placed there to scare the slaves who were still able to work so that they would not be reduced to this.

The slaves who are made into [toys] will completely lose even the last bit of ** and dignity, and it is worse than death. If he was played to death, the slave owner would just lose a slave who was incapable of working in the first place, and it was no big deal. "Don't, don't say it, it's disgusting" "Whew." Mutter laughed miserably: "Two years, two whole years." I was stuffed into one of those pots, made into [toys], stored in a dark dungeon, and humiliated. How many times I wanted to bite my tongue and kill myself, but I was so weak that I didn't even have the strength to bite my own tongue. But in my most desperate moments, Daddy Sphinx bought me from the previous slave owner—you know? He bought a [octopus pot], a piece of worthless junk. He didn't play with me like a toy, but broke the octopus pot and rescued me from my dying. He ordered someone to heal all the broken hands and feet, and I have become a wasted man. For a worthless slave like me, Daddy Sphinx is the first, and probably the only, person in the world who has been kind to me. At this point, Mutter was already in tears, but he still insisted on finishing his words: "Then, after about a month, my body began to mutate. ＂