260: Chapter 261 "Order Wars" [Clone City]: The Crimson Giant Eye at the Top of the Flesh Tower

The entire hundreds-of-meters-tall [Clone Tower] had completely lost its original Ultra-Era Tech Empire specially reinforced glass structure and all high-tech mechanical equipment.

The originally transparent blue reinforced glass curtain walls had long been replaced by dark red flesh membranes as thin as cicada wings and filled with fine blood vessels. The high-strength alloy steel frames supporting the tower had mutated into tough fibers resembling the skeleton of a giant beast, winding and growing along the tower's body. The ventilation ducts and wiring channels that once ran through the entire tower had all turned into pulsating blood vessels and nerve bundles, spreading in all directions along the inner walls of flesh. Every contraction and expansion delivered warm, dark red blood carrying the [Power of Corruption] to every corner of the tower.

This tower, which once represented the pinnacle of the Ultra-Era Tech Empire's technology, had now turned into a massive, pulsating tower of flesh. The air was thick with the sweet, metallic scent of blood. Every slight tremor of the tower's flesh felt like the breath of a giant beast, casting an invisible pressure that blanketed the entire [Clone City], especially the only 33 [Dream System] Hosts in the city capable of normal movement.

And this mutation process of the [Flesh Ascension] sacrificial ritual had only paused for a brief moment.

Inside the central control room, which had already been completely reshaped into a Flesh Altar by the mutated flesh, a scalp-numbing transformation was currently taking place.

The [Beholder] still stood at the center of the Flesh Altar, his body slowly leaning back. The flesh beneath his feet quickly outlined and shaped a Flesh Throne. The flesh nerve bundles surrounding the entire central control room connected to the bottom of the Flesh Throne, a heart-shaped energy core was embedded at the top of the throne, and the translucent flesh membranes covering the walls faithfully displayed the scenes outside the tower.

As the [Beholder]'s right index finger lightly tapped the armrest of the throne, a drop of transparent liquid containing a high concentration of the [Power of Corruption] flowed from the corner of the closed single eye on his chest. The entire Flesh Altar seemed to cheer, craving to absorb this drop of transparent mucus. Countless flesh tentacles of various sizes abruptly grew from the Flesh Altar, like chicks waiting to be fed, slowly approaching that drop of transparent mucus about to fall in a fawning manner. The entire Flesh Altar was like a shark smelling blood, frantically gathering, contracting, and surging toward the center of the Flesh Throne.

The slippery and greasy flesh floor bulged upward, and the soft flesh membranes wrapped inward. Countless nerve bundles, some thin and some thick, intertwined and wove together, turning into the layered structure of an eyeball wall. The flesh membranes that had been spread across the walls to faithfully monitor the situation outside the tower gathered around the throne in layers, turning into a retina filled with photoreceptor cells. The blood vessel bundles from all directions converged toward the center, spreading out tentacle-like winding crimson blood streaks on the sclera of the eyeball, extending all the way to the very edge of the eye.

In just a few short breaths, the originally spacious central control room completely disappeared. After being mutated into an altar by flesh, it underwent a new mutation without a moment's respite.

It was a Crimson Giant Eye with a diameter of ten meters, incredibly mutated from a high-tech central control room.

On the pale sclera, countless crimson blood streaks like tentacles spread from the central pupil, crawling over the entire surface of the eyeball until they reached the edge where they fused with the tower's flesh. The pupil in the very center was a crimson so deep it wouldn't disperse. If someone could see through that thick flesh, they would find the [Beholder] sitting on the throne with great interest. In his eyes, besides awe for the unspeakable, greed for forbidden knowledge, and wonder at the flesh mutation, there was also a playful interest in toyed with the lives of Clones and the 33 [Dream System] Hosts.

This Crimson Giant Eye was closely connected to the flesh of the tower. With every slight movement it made, the entire hundreds-of-meters-tall Flesh Tower would vibrate in sync. Countless flesh nerve bundles within the tower would activate simultaneously; every inch of the tower's flesh was serving this Crimson Giant Eye.

Deep within the pupil of this massive Crimson Giant Eye, the [Beholder] sat quietly upon the Flesh Throne.