Chapter 271: 128. Morgue

The boundless darkness pressed in from all sides, and the narrow, dim, enclosed space was enough to drive one to the brink of mental collapse.

Lu Li propped himself up, flipping his body over from a prone to a supine position.

The icy wall was pressed against his back, and it wasn't an illusion—gravity had indeed shifted.

If this were a coffin, then the exit of the coffin should be...

Lu Li braced himself against the lid of the coffin and pushed it to one side.

Unexpectedly, the lid could still be pushed open, Lu Li only opened a gap large enough to observe the outside world, to avoid being again drawn in by the "kitchen's" gravity.

The conveyor belt struggled to return to operation, occasionally pausing and rewinding. The "chefs" returned to the stoves and the endless fish carcasses passed their cleavers on their way to the ovens.

Lu Li lay in the coffin, not standing. Everything in the "kitchen" outside the coffin was not parallel to him, but overhead.