I'm Sorry, Sis
“Hmm?”
While heading toward Roy, I felt someone watching me. I addressed the Evil Gods.
“You’ve returned?”
Bella looked a bit flustered when I suddenly spoke into thin air, but she soon realized I was communicating with the gods and kept her mouth shut. Soon, Kashnax’s voice reached me. It was an exceptionally clear voice for the first time in a while.
“Truly excellent. Beyond expectations. No, you have achieved results even beyond my imagination.”
“Hehe… you flatter me.”
Compared to Indicron, Kashnax was stingy with praise. You could say she had a bit of a prickly charm. But today, she was showering me with unreserved praise, which naturally made me feel good—so good that I felt my crotch swelling. Just thinking about Kashnax… my body had become one that grew aroused.
‘Damn it… pull yourself together… the target is a tentacle monster…’
I quickly shook off the lewd thoughts. Then, Indicron praised me and delivered some joyful news.
“Well done, my child. Through this, we have gained a significant amount of causality. Soon, Botamilli will be resurrected.”
“Huh? Really? That’s huge…”
The news that Botamilli would be resurrected meant I could offer sacrifices directly to her. I wondered what Botamilli would want. Indicron wanted the souls of despairing humans, while Kashnax preferred quantity over quality. The two gods wanted different things. One wanted a luxurious full-course meal, while the other was satisfied just by being offered plenty. As the goddess of oblivion and void, Botamilli would likely want human memories.
As if to prove my theory, Botamilli answered.
“Old memories. Worn things. Nostalgia. Knowledge. Those are the things I prefer most.”
I had thought she might prefer the souls of the elderly, and it seemed I was right. Since they have lived long, they would have old memories, making them tastier. Kashnax didn't particularly care for the elderly, so from now on, I could just offer all the senior citizens to Botamilli.
Then, Indicron warned me.
“However, as Botamilli awakens to protect you, there is a high possibility that the dead Savior will also be resurrected. He will likely awaken by possessing the soul of another body.”
“Ah… I already expected that. It wouldn't end so easily.”
I had already anticipated it. In fact, I was hoping the bastard would come looking for me. This time, I planned to turn him into a slave or offer him to the Evil Gods so he could never be resurrected again.
“Yes… always preparing for the future that is to come… excellent.”
Indicron sent me a feeling of great satisfaction at my bold answer. Receiving a god’s satisfaction filled me with an ecstasy as if my very existence had been affirmed. This wouldn't do. I needed to offer a gift for her soon. I spoke to the Evil Gods as if to tell them to look forward to it.
“I will present the offering soon.”
“Damn it… kill me… just kill me…!!”
Roy, suffering from the disgusting gastric juices, cried out. But Eila only laughed. Just then, the curtains were pulled back, and someone entered the room.
“Master!!!”
“Oh, right. Eila, you’ve worked hard.”
Eila, who had welcomed Jojun, removed Roy’s blindfold. Only then could Roy properly identify those who had entered the room. It was Bella and Jojun, dragging a bound Helen inside.
Roy stared at Helen, who had been dragged in with her head hanging low. Helen didn't lift her head, sitting listlessly on the chair where Bella had placed her. Her body was already covered in blood, looking like a total wreck.
“S-sis. It’s me. It’s me. Hey!! Helen!! Sis!!! Lift your head up!!!!”
Roy screamed. Seeing Jojun start to take tools out of his bag. Seeing his sister who wouldn't lift her head. Seeing Eila laughing. Seeing Bella, who looked pitiful but wouldn't help. Roy screamed.
Only then did Helen, who had been unresponsive, slowly lift her head.
“Ro… y…? Is, is it really… really Roy…? Really…? Roy… why… why are you here… why… no… you shouldn't be here… you shouldn't be… ugh…”
“S-sis…..”
Helen had lifted her head. The moment Roy saw his sister’s face, he couldn't continue speaking. Her face was a mess, stained with blood. One of her eyes couldn't even open properly, as if it had been gouged out. Furthermore, Helen’s body was covered in wounds and bruises. Seeing Helen, who seemed to have experienced a hell on a different dimension from himself—who had only been suffering from food torture in this small room—Roy couldn't say anything else. He just wept hollowly, looking at Helen, who had beast legs attached to her body in a haphazard manner.
“Well then, shall we begin?”
At that moment, Jojun, wearing an apron and black gloves, smiled at Roy and Helen. As if suggesting they play a fun game. In truth, Jojun had initially thought about raping Helen in front of Roy. But he judged that it would be a bit lacking in flavor. Rape was a method he had already used on Han Aram and Han Areum when breaking down the sis-con Han Tae-yang, and unlike Han Tae-yang, Roy wasn't a piece of trash who lusted after his own sister, so seeing her get raped might not be enough to completely break his heart.
Therefore, Jojun changed his route to create a more dramatic situation.
Meanwhile, Roy hoped that this insane situation was all a dream. He wanted it to be a nightmare he would forget once it passed. But the world is always harsher to those who pray, and more ruthless to those who try to dream. Those who try to hold onto hope fall into even deeper despair. Realizing there is no hope and dying quietly might be better. Though that wouldn't be an easy task either.
“Hey, Roy, focus. I’m going to tell you the rules now.”
Jojun handed a stopwatch to Bella. Then, he spoke the rules to Roy and Helen, who remained in the room.
“From now on, I’m going to torture you two alternately for 5 minutes each for 1 hour. If you say ‘stop’ during this time, I’ll stop immediately. Instead, your sibling in front of you will be tortured in your place for the remaining time. And if you don't fill the 30 minutes given to each of you within the hour, I’ll keep repeating the routine. You understand what I mean, right?”
“W-what on earth is that…”
“It means if you two take turns and endure a total of 30 minutes of torture, this bullshit ends. Then I’ll just set you free. Both of you can go back to the States.”
Roy wondered if he could really avoid saying ‘stop.’ He had already tasted the pain of having his legs cut off and his fingers sliced away, so he easily realized that Jojun’s talk of enduring 30 minutes of torture was absurd nonsense.
“And if you really can't take it, you can just ask me to kill you.”
“T-then…”
“Of course, I’ll kill the sibling in front of you instead. So this is…”
Jojun put on a welding mask, fearing blood might splash on his face. Then he covered Roy’s eyes again. So he couldn't see anything.
“The one who shouts ‘kill me’ first gets to live. By offering their sibling as a sacrifice… I wonder how much you two can endure. Roy, you said you wanted to save your sister, right?”
Let’s see how well you can endure.
Jojun brought an axe down on Roy’s thumb.
-CRUNCH!!
“AAAAHHHH!!!!! STOOOOP!!! UGHHHHHHH!!!!!!”
Roy collapsed. He wanted to shout ‘stop’ immediately. But he endured. He barely held it in without shouting. A dull pain, as if all his peripheral nerves were being crushed, crawled up from his wrist, but he gritted his teeth and endured. For his sister.
“Huuu… ugh… hu… ugh…”
Jojun reattached his severed finger with *Rising Flesh*.
“AAAAHHHH!!!! DAMN IT!!!!”
“Hey, I’m healing you, so bear with it. Ah, Bella. How many seconds passed?”
“Oh… t-that…”
Bella, who had flinched in surprise when Jojun asked with a smiling face. She answered in a voice full of pity as she watched Roy in pain.
“37 seconds.”
“Hehe. Then there’s over 4 minutes left? How is it? Can you handle it? Can you endure it?”
“Huuu… t-that…”
“That? That what. You want to stop? Then shall I start on Helen now? You can't even endure a minute? You’re a crazy bastard.”
“A… no… no… no… I’ll… I’ll… take your place… I’ll… I’ll…”
“Oh… I’ll protect my sister. Is that it?”
“Ugh…”
“Hehe. Like a man. Then!”
Indicron’s laughter could be heard. She was slowly starting to find it amusing. Thus, the time spent cutting, slicing, and tearing continued for about 3 minutes and 30 seconds more.
“Ugh… ugh… ugh… ugh… *cough*… stop… it hurts… ugh…”
Roy, his throat completely hoarse, gasped for air and rambled whatever came to his mind. Then, by mistake, he said ‘stop.’
“You just said ‘stop,’ didn't you?”
And Jojun didn't miss the word ‘stop’ in Roy’s rambling mutters.
“Bella!! How many minutes passed?”
Bella showed Jojun the time on the stopwatch without saying it. It was exactly 4 minutes and 7 seconds.
Jojun smiled. Jojun, who had no intention of keeping time from the start, lied appropriately.
“What! Only 2 minutes have passed! You couldn't even endure half of it. You piece of trash.”
“A-no!! That can't be! That can't be!! It definitely passed three minutes!!!!”
Roy appealed his injustice and shouted at Jojun. But it didn't work at all.
“Hahahaha!!! Helen!!! Your brother abandoned you!!!”
“W-wait!! No!! It was a mistake!! Please!! Pleaase…!!”
Thinking that his sister would have to bear the pain instead because he couldn't endure it, he hurriedly tried to stop Jojun. Then Jojun replied in a cold, emotionless voice.
“It’s already too late, Roy. You just sold your sister. With your own mouth. But now you want to stop? Do you think the rules I made are a joke?”
“A… no… that’s not it…”
“Enough, sit there and listen to the sound of your sister breaking.”
“W-wait a minute!! Sis!! No!! It’s not like this…!! I’m sorry!! Please!! Torture me again!! No!!!!”
Soon, along with the sound of Jojun swinging something, the sound of flesh tearing, bones breaking, and sludgy blood spraying filled the room.
“KYAAAAAA!!!!!!!!”
At the same time, Helen’s death cry also rang out. Roy couldn't lift his head. He just… felt disgusted and vomited upon discovering that he was, at some point, happy that the pain had subsided for a moment.