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Chapter 110: The Wet Death
Author: Dwinda
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"COUGH! GAG!"

That sound was the most humiliating sound ever heard in the universe. It was the sound of God choking on his own spit.

In the middle of the churning sea of flesh inside The Cathedral, the figure of the Prime Owner—The Original Curator—crawled. His pristine white suit was now soaked in red slime, torn here and there revealing newly grown human skin. The skin was pink, sensitive, and blistered.

He touched his own face. His flat mask was gone. Now he had a nose, a mouth, and a pair o
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