Sacred Haven of Debauchery Auto-translated

Who am I even talking to in the dungeon if they're not there?! Checkmate!

Who is deleting my messages? Or the threads with my messages?

I had all the signs of a liver ailment (there was no mistaking it), including the main symptom: "apathy and an irresistible aversion to all kinds of work."
How this affliction tormented me is impossible to describe. I suffered from it since infancy. From the moment I started school, the illness didn't leave me for almost a single day. My loved ones didn't know then that I had a sick liver. Now, medicine has made great strides, but back then, they attributed everything to laziness.
– How? You're still lying in bed, you lazy devil! Get up and get to work! – they would say, not realizing, of course, that it was all due to my liver.
And they didn't give me pills – they gave me slaps on the back of the head. And, surprisingly, slaps often cured me, at least for a while. Indeed, one slap from that time had a stronger effect on my liver and contributed more to speeding up my movements and the immediate completion of all the tasks that needed to be done than an entire box of pills does now.
You see, simple home remedies are often more effective than all sorts of expensive medicines.

Obviously, that's what Ment does.

The deceased isn't worried about anything, anyway.

Why don't you ask him?