"Hey— be gentle," the vitality demon complained loudly. "You don’t have to grip my hair like that."

Tyler ignored him.

With a sharp motion, he swung the demon’s disembodied head and hurled it forward. The head bounced once, rolled across the pulsing flesh-ground, and came to a stop right beside the kneeling Neto.

Kevin blinked, taking in the scene upside down.

Neto was still hunched over, shoulders shaking as quiet sobs wracked his body, his attention fixed on his step sister who is enjoying the orgy party with preaching old men. His hands are stroking something which Kevin couldn’t take his eyes off.

"Well, well," Kevin said, craning his eyes upward as far as his severed neck allowed.

"What a view." He even managed a low whistle, completely drooling over the body part, "I really know how to pick my front-row seats."

Neto didn’t respond. He didn’t even notice the head beside him.

Tyler didn’t linger. His gaze had already shifted to the center of the grotesque circle, where the receptionist who is in bliss. The chanting old men surrounded her, repeating the same hollow phrases in dull unison, their faces slack and lifeless. But their private parts are rock hard as if they were reacting to her.

Tyler stepped forward. The flesh beneath his boots recoiled slightly.

"Yeah," he said calmly, looking straight at her. "I don’t care what kind of twisted kinks you have."

The chanting wavered for a moment, but did not stop.

"But I do need information," Tyler continued. "Where is the thing Gluttony is keeping here? Something like a heart or a core. The reason this place exists."

The receptionist finally turned her head toward him. Her expression was lustful and expectations, as if she were watching him naked and inviting him.

"Huh..." she murmured. "You."

Her lips curved faintly, not quite a smile. "You’re persistent. I’ll give you that."

Tyler waited, arms at his sides, his posture relaxed but alert.

"Well," she said slowly, as if choosing her words, "you were... helpful. And were good in bed. Also you did bring him here." Her eyes flicked briefly toward Neto, then away. "So I suppose I can return the favor."

The old men continued their chanting, but their voices grew quieter, less synchronized.

"Go east," she said. "That’s where it’s kept. The thing Gluttony doesn’t let anyone touch. Well actually I don’t think it even cares because you can’t destroy it."

Tyler nodded once. He didn’t ask follow-up questions. He had learned enough by now to recognize when answers would come with a cost.

"Thanks," he said simply.

He turned away without another word.

As he walked past Neto, Tyler reached down and grabbed Kevin’s head by the hair again.

"Hey!" Kevin protested. "I was enjoying the atmosphere."

Tyler lifted him effortlessly. "You’re coming with me."

Kevin sighed dramatically. "Figures. Every time I start settling in, someone drags me off. Atleast give me 2 minutes, just a little quickie."

Tyler didn’t respond. He headed east, deeper into the living town, leaving behind the chanting, the lustful kinks and the looping tragedy that Gluttony had so carefully arranged.

A quarter of an hour later, the flesh-buildings pulsed with a slow, uneven rhythm, as though the domain itself had begun to sense danger. The ground beneath Tyler’s boots quivered with every step, reacting to his presence like a living organism disturbed from uneasy sleep. Each stomp sent ripples through the soft, sinewy surface, and faint tremors spread outward, vanishing into the distance.

Tyler walked steadily, his expression calm, his grip firm around the disembodied head dangling from his hand.

"I don’t actually kill innocent people," Kevin said casually, his voice echoing with a strange clarity despite his condition. "But I do enjoy innocent people. There’s a difference, you know. I’m not the worst demon out there —just a bad one. So when all this is over, how about you let me go?"

Tyler didn’t slow down. "I’ll think about it," he replied, his tone flat.

Kevin clicked his tongue. "You might need my help later. I just need a little vitality from you. Just pull down your pants for a minute. Or you could put me near that poor stepbrother again. I can convince him that I am his sister and let him shove his candy inside my mouth. He’s surprisingly easy to manipulate when he’s crying."

"Shut up," Tyler said without turning his head, "or I’ll crush your skull."

Kevin laughed softly. "You can try. My head alone has more vitality than most full demons. Even Gluttony couldn’t finish me off properly. That’s why it stored me here."

Tyler ignored the boast. His eyes lingered on the figures scattered along the streets —those same preaching old men, pacing endlessly, repeating hollow warnings that echoed off the fleshy walls.

"What are they?" Tyler asked.

Kevin’s eyes rolled toward them. "Leftove guy. Probably someone with unique skills who got captured by Gluttony. They were trapped here, Once they broke, Gluttony absorbed them. What you’re seeing now is just a skill with flaw devoured by the Gluttony."

Tyler frowned but said nothing more. The deeper they went, the stronger the pressure became, as if the air itself were being drawn inward. The flesh-buildings grew denser, their surfaces slick and stretched tight, veins pulsing beneath translucent layers.

Then Tyler saw it.

At the center of what used to be the town square floated a massive structure, twisting slowly in the air. It resembled an enormous strand of DNA, spiraling and folding in on itself, composed of living tissue and glowing membranes. Countless tiny apertures dotted its surface, opening and closing in a steady rhythm.

A low hum filled the air, like a deep breath drawn endlessly but never released.

Kevin went quiet.

"Look at it closely," he finally said, his tone stripped of mockery. "That’s the core."

Tyler stepped closer. The air bent toward the structure, pulled into those countless openings. Even the faint red glow that illuminated the domain seemed to stretch and distort as it drifted closer.

To test it, Tyler seized one of the nearby preaching old men by the collar and hurled him forward.

The moment the figure crossed an invisible boundary, its body elongated violently. Limbs stretched into thin strands, flesh unraveling as if pulled apart by unseen hands. In less than a second, the old man was reduced to a threadlike smear and sucked into one of the apertures.

Gone.

"It devoured him," Tyler murmured.

Kevin whistled. "Efficient, isn’t it?"

Tyler reached into his pocket and produced a small trinket, etched with runes and humming faintly with contained energy. Without hesitation, he tossed it toward the core.

"What’s that?" Kevin asked.

"Explosive trinket," Tyler replied.

The result was the same. The trinket warped midair, stretched impossibly thin, and vanished into the structure without detonating.

Tyler’s brows knit together. "It’s devouring everything."

Kevin snorted. "That’s Gluttony for you. You can’t break it. You can’t stab it. You can’t burn it. You either feed it... or get eaten."

Tyler fell silent.

Only feed it.

The words echoed in his mind.

He remembered the mouth near the gate. How it had swallowed the his blood again and again until it reached its limit and ruptured from overload.

Kevin noticed the shift in Tyler’s expression. "You’re thinking something dangerous," he said cautiously. "I don’t like that look."

His gaze drifted away from the grotesque core and down to his side, where the familiar weight of the copper pot rested against his hip. The Infinity Cauldron. The overpowered tool.

Tyler didn’t answer. He simply lifted the copper pot into view.

Kevin’s eyes widened slightly. "What is that?"

"A problem solver," Tyler replied with a smirk. "all I need is to feed that thing until it gets full?"

Kevin thrashed in Tyler’s grip, panic finally creeping into his voice. "Hey, stop for a second and think this through. That thing is built to consume endlessly. It doesn’t get full. You can’t out-feed Gluttony."

Tyler didn’t slow. A faint smile crossed his face, calm and unsettling in its confidence. "That’s where you’re wrong."

Kevin stared at him, eyes wide. "You’re insane," he muttered. "You’re actually trying to feed Gluttony directly."

"Yeah," Tyler replied casually.

Kevin shook his head violently. "Even if you have something to feed it with, do you really have something that can satisfy its appetite? That thing devours despair, vitality, souls—everything. It doesn’t stop."

Tyler’s gaze shifted to the demon in his hand.

"Something that can satisfy its appetite..." he repeated softly.

Kevin froze as realization dawned on him. "No. No, no, no. Not me. Don’t even think about it. It won’t work. I’m not enough. I don’t have that kind of mass or despair."

Tyler tightened his grip, his fingers digging into Kevin’s hair. "You’re a vitality demon," he said calmly. "A creature that survives by devouring life itself. You escaped Gluttony once, and even as just a head, you’re still overflowing with vitality."

Kevin’s voice trembled. "That doesn’t mean I’m enough."

"Not enough?" Tyler stepped closer to the core, answered quietly, "That’s the last thing I care about."