"This is the souvenir area."
Milan proudly pointed to the glass display cases filled with clusters of white bones around them, and said to Merka.
But in Merka's eyes, where was the souvenir area here? Clearly, it was a mass grave!
Here, white bones and body parts preserved in formalin and gel vacuum were scattered everywhere, countless display cases standing side by side, containing those so-called works of art.
Silent bones in coffins quietly conveyed the senseless horror and cruel beauty in the atmosphere of death and solitude.
The most ironic part was that each display case even pretended to have the title of the artwork written underneath.
"Those Curseborn who have passed away, according to the principles of aesthetic enlightenment, will be turned into various works of art here."
"Not just anyone can be buried here."
"Only those Curseborn who can leave a deep impression on customers can stay here, becoming a symbol of beauty, which is a great honor for them."
Milan led Merka to the center of the hall, let go of her hand, and smiled, watching Merka's reaction.
"This..."
Merka was completely speechless.
He didn't know what to say in the face of such a perverse scene.
Shocked and anger accumulated in Merka's small heart, constantly settling and fermenting.
Milan smiled indifferently; she thought it was just that Merka was not used to seeing these things for the first time.
She began to walk towards a display case, leading Merka, and started to introduce this nightmarish and terrifying scene to Merka.
"First, let me introduce you to my favorite."
"Ivory Vine Waterfall."
"This is a waterfall made of the spine bones of 7749 Curseborn in their prime youth."
"It went through four steps of sun exposure, trimming, bonding, and soaking in preservatives."
"Each step was overseen by the most skilled carvers and artists."
"Look at these beautiful and captivating bone flowers..."
"I can almost smell the fragrance drifting from them."
Milan leaned against the display case, pointing to the triangular bone at the end of the human bone waterfall, and said to Merka with great interest.
"And this..."
Without much pause, Milan quickly led Merka to another display case and passionately introduced it to her.
Her eloquent explanation made Merka feel a sense of unreality.
It was as if nobles were like this, real enjoyment was like this, and true fashion should be like this.
But, for f**k's sake—how could this be possible!?
"Silent Corpse Mountain."
Unaware of the surging undercurrent, Milan pointed to another display case and introduced.
"This was the work of our store's master of deconstructive art who returned from studying abroad last year."
"You can see this huge block of flesh in front of you, as if it is continuously absorbing the struggles of the agonizing Curseborn in the swamp."
"Numerous blood-stained severed arms are sticking out of it, symbolizing the Curseborn's continuous cries for help, their struggles in the river of suffering, and their life experiences being ruthlessly shattered by fate."
Upon hearing this, Merka was momentarily stunned.
He looked incredulously at Milan, his usually warm eyes now tinged with a hint of destructive anger.
Merka couldn't believe it – the upper-class people in Acadia actually understood the suffering Curseborn had endured.
They knew everything!
They were just pretending to be oblivious!
"But art is art, and even after mingling in this circle for many years, I still can't quite understand this exhibit."
Unaware of Merka's changing expression, Mira continued explaining the artwork to him.
"I didn't want to leave this blatantly bloody creation in the center of the hall."
"But someone bid two million four hundred thousand last month, bought it, and asked me to keep it on display here."
"Ah haha, you know how it is, some nobles just love this kind of dark humor. So I decided to leave it here, not a bad choice after all."
"The noble grandpas live too comfortably; a little blood in their lives may help them appreciate the stability of their current life."
"A taste of excitement is also a good way of life."
Milan paused, leading Merka to the next display case.
"The upcoming exhibit is something you absolutely can't miss."
"It's called..."
"The Weeping Lamb."
With that, Milan smiled meaningfully. She lowered her clear eyes and looked at Merka's cheeks, observing his reaction.
"This, this is..."
"...Chimera."
Merka stared at the colossal object in the display case, unable to help but swallow his saliva.
The terrifying aura emanating from this huge exhibit was captivating in its own right. As chilling as it was, Merka unconsciously clenched his teeth lightly, even the upper and lower jaws subtly grinding against each other.
"Oh? Quite an eye-opener, Mr. Merka."
Milan commended with approval, lazily supporting herself on the marble counter of the display case, and began to introduce it to Merka.
"It’s a chimera."
"This masterpiece is meticulously stitched together using Curseborn's skin, organs, bones, blood, hair, without a trace of any other material, not even adhesive."
"Look, there's the head of a sheep, a lion, a cow's body, bird wings, lion's paw, a serpent's tail... What do you think? Isn't it vivid?"
"Especially this sheep's head, tsk tsk, entirely made by stitching human faces. If you look closely, you can still faintly see the grace and elegance of the Curseborn beauties' former demeanor and charm."
"Those in the industry call it a masterpiece of the ages... Ah haha, I think they overpraised it."
"But to be honest, in the short span of thirty-some years of Curseborn's history, this product being praised as a pinnacle is by no means an exaggeration."
Seeing Merka's shocked and disgusted expression, Milan gently approached him from behind, lightly touching his spine.
"Some things are just incomprehensible, Mr. Merka."
"But don't worry."
"Many first-timers here also can't quite comprehend,"
"This is just the tip of the iceberg, let me take you for a massage, watch an acrobatics show, or even experience the adult entertainment industry."
"I believe you will soon understand how wonderful the entertainment is at this Mesha Bar."
