Chapter 86
Chapter 86
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 86
Chapter Title: Rush In, Crush, and Destroy (3)
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“Well, where should we start?”
I shook the mace right in front of his eyes.
“W-wait... I, I surrendered.”
“Doesn't matter if you surrender or not.”
“Ugh...”
I glanced back at Son Ha-eun, who was still whimpering behind me.
“Hey. You hurt bad?”
“Kuh... N-no...”
Son Ha-eun's right leg had been shattered by a stray bullet.
The flesh was torn away, leaving the broken bone starkly exposed.
“You had a self-healing skill earlier, right? Use that.”
“Oh, right.”
Son Ha-eun cast the spell on her broken leg, reattaching the bone. But it seemed like it couldn't restore the torn flesh, so her right leg was still bare bone.
I briefly considered using Rising Flesh to heal her missing skin, but shook my head. Even if I could restore the flesh clinging to her, it'd just reek of rot.
“You need to get used to using your skills. Or you'll die.”
“Yes...”
I nagged her unnecessarily. Skills slip your mind in a crisis if you're not constantly aware of them. That's why it's better to use them often in everyday situations to make them second nature.
Like how I can instinctively unleash tentacles or Abyssal Maw no matter how panicked I am. Forgetting they exist or fumbling the activation at a critical moment, like she just did, means death at the enemy's hands.
Making skill use a habit is advantageous for survival in every way.
“Once your leg's fixed, go tell the others to wait on the first floor. Don't come up here. Oh, and let them know it'll take a while. If it gets too late, have them head back first.”
“Got it!”
Son Ha-eun nodded and dashed out. With the nuisance gone, it was time to play with Lee Chan-seong for real.
'Let's see...'
When Indicron demands something, she means she wants it after the target is thoroughly broken.
Last time with Han Tae-yang, I made him watch as I devoured his sisters right in front of him, blaming everything on him until he despaired. With Lee Han-seok, I went further, stealing his wife Kang Hee-sun and ensuring he died by her hand.
In both cases, I robbed them of their loved ones to instill utter despair. Stripping away their will to live, I offered them up to Indicron and got her satisfied response.
But this guy was a psychopathic serial killer. No women to steal from him, no obvious way to break him.
So, I settled on the simplest, most clichéd method: inflict pain beyond his body's limits until his mind shatters. By the time he's screaming he doesn't want to live anymore, Indicron should be pleased enough to accept him, right?
“So...”
I prodded the wound on Lee Chan-seong's body with my finger. To test just how much pain he could endure.
You see it in movies sometimes—crazy bastards who barely feel pain. If this guy was like that, torturing him without killing him would be tricky. His pain threshold might be higher, so I'd have to hurt him even more, risking accidental death.
So I prayed inwardly. Please let this psycho be sensitive to pain.
“Uwaaaah!!!!!”
“Does it hurt?”
“It huuuurtsaaaah!”
“Kinda disappointing if you're screaming like that already from this.”
Luckily, Lee Chan-seong felt pain very well. Just from me digging into his wound with a finger, he was writhing like he was dying. This'd be easy to draw screams from. Good thing. I'd worried a true psycho might be numb to it.
“Heh heh heh.”
I pulled my finger from the wound and wiped the blood on his clothes. Then I grabbed an intact chair from the room and sat him in it. Next, I tore strips from the clothes of his victims, binding his arms and legs to the chair.
With Lee Chan-seong set up for easy torment, I used Rising Flesh to heal him spotless. Fixing something just to break it again maximizes the shock. Better to make him pain-free, then hit him with agony.
I had no real torture knowledge or expertise—it was all guesswork from my head—but I figured it'd work and healed him anyway.
“You fucking bastaaard!!!”
As Rising Flesh activated, he let out a agonized scream. The skill makes you feel all the pain of healing at once, then mends the wound. Stab or bullet wounds hurt like hell while healing. He was experiencing weeks of gradual pain in an instant.
Soon, the gashes I'd stabbed into him with my sword closed up. Follow-up casts healed his shoulder from the ricocheted bullet and all minor wounds.
Now to break him again. I'd smash him until he was utterly ruined. Make his survival more hellish than death.
“Aaaah!! Stop!! Please!! I'll do anything!!”
But he was already begging to stop, like he was dying. Well, Rising Flesh is brutally painful even by my standards. Just healing with it must've shaved off a chunk of his sanity.
Hilarious. He'd killed countless screaming victims in this room for fun, but a little pain and he's losing it.
I stomped on his instep as he yelled.
“Did you spare the people who screamed? No, you killed them all and displayed them like art. And now you want mercy? Think about what you did, Chan-seong. Right?”
“Uwaaa!! Die!! You fucker!!”
“Still got energy to yell, huh.”
“You goddamn shit!! Who the hell are you to judge me!! Who!!”
“Judge...?”
This guy's misunderstanding something.
I wasn't torturing him to judge his sins.
“Hey. This isn't judgment. I'm just doing it because I have no choice.”
“Wh-what the hell...”
“I'd rather finish clean and go home to rest. But I can't. There's someone who wants to see you broken.”
“You... crazy fuck...”
“Think of it as bad luck. If you're pissed, you should've won. The people you killed probably think the same.”
Honestly, I'd prefer a quick kill—slash his throat and done—but that'd anger Indicron.
No matter how nice she is to me, she's an evil god. I'm at her mercy, so I have to satisfy her. Like the show with Hee-sun Noona in front of Lee Han-seok to despair him. Now, to break this psycho, I'd act like one. A torture show.
This was my first real torture session, so I was pretty tense. Could I pull it off?
“Hyah!!”
Krunch!!
“Uwaaaah!!!!”
I casually slammed the mace into his palm. Then pried open his screaming mouth wider and stuffed it with cloth to gag him properly.
He's under orders not to self-harm, but extreme pain might make him bite his tongue anyway.
If he dies by his own hand, it doesn't count as an offering. Can't risk that.
“Chan-seong, you had your fun killing people as you pleased, right? Now it's your turn. Your fault for being too weak to beat me.”
“Mmph... mmph...!!”
“What? Speak clearly!!!”
“Mmmph... hngh...!!!”
I wanted to zap him with electricity all day, but no gear. No outlet either. Mess up and he dies instantly, so blades it was for max pain.
“Let's see.”
My amateur imagination had limits, so I took cues from his sculptures.
“Damn... skinned them all. You sick fuck... good technique, though.”
He had a skinning hobby. Many of his twisted works were flayed.
“Alright, Chan-seong. Now you're the material, and I'm the artist. You're my masterpiece. Fun, right?”
“Mmmph!!”
“Hey. Say it's fun!!! Why shake your head!!!”
I stabbed a knife into his right wrist and peeled the skin off.
'Ugh... fuck... disgusting...'
Like peeling an apple. Slowly. Very slowly. I fought back vomit. Human skin feels nauseatingly gross peeling off with that sticky rip.
I didn't want to suffer alone, so I ordered him to watch his skin peel live. Blood gushed more than expected. The metallic stench never gets pleasant.
I healed the spot midway with Rising Flesh. Wanted to end him quick, but couldn't.
Wrinkling my nose at the acrid blood smell, I raised his arm for him to see, grabbed some sandpaper from the floor, and rubbed the raw flesh.
“Mmmph!!!!!!”
Thud! Thud!!
Lee Chan-seong thrashed wildly in the chair. A stench hit— he'd pissed himself.
No time to clean. My women were waiting outside; had to wrap up fast.
“Right arm fully skinned.”
“Hngh... hnghnghngh!!!!”
Gagged, he tried spitting hatred.
Level 15 Awakener resilience? Still full of fight. Shame. Better for both if he gave up quick...
I fetched a hammer and nails, driving one into each fingertip.
“Grgh!! Stoh!! Stooop!!!”
Seemed he wanted to beg stop. Garbled by the gag.
I grabbed a tonkatsu hammer from the floor and smashed his bones. Started with toes this time.
Yanked off his shoe, crushed his big toe—he jerked wildly, tears streaming. No pity, no stopping.
This kitchen tool here meant he'd done the same for fun.
Smashed his shin and knee; he shat and pissed himself, begging through the gag.
I healed his leg. Slapped skills on haphazardly; it mended clean.
Forced healing amplified his agony. Then hammered the big toe again from scratch.
Repeated a few times, he twitched and sobbed.
His face showed racing thoughts. Can't have that. No thinking allowed during torture.
Couldn't stand it—I sliced off his eyelids, lips, and nose. Ripping live flesh made me gag, but I endured. Acting the psycho.
'Indicron hasn't given the OK yet... She wants more. Damn.'
No laughter yet meant insufficient. She laughs heartily when satisfied, signaling to kill.
“Haa... this is tough too. Not human work. What fun did you get from this? Fucking gross, just puke-inducing.”
Controlling to break without killing was brutally exhausting. Especially dosing pain just right.
One slip and dead. Every nerve on keeping him alive. And he did this for kicks?
Couldn't do it for fun. So I turned it into knowledge pursuit—testing Rising Flesh's limits on him.
Sawed, hammered, knifed every which way; he drooled, fading in and out.
Thrashed in pain, then head lolled as consciousness slipped. I slapped him awake repeatedly. Later, stabbed his thigh with an awl. Even that barely registered now.
“Hey, hey, Chan-seong.”
“Urgh...”
“Yeah. Can't die yet, right?”
“Nngh. Stoooop.”
“Not yet. Hang in a bit longer.”
“Uwaaangaaah!!!!!”
To despair him, I spoke cheerfully. Head lolled, lost, he wailed raw primal screams.
His body was wrecked. Nails everywhere, legs pulverized, glued, pulverized again—now unhealable. Totally broken.
This session taught me tons about Rising Flesh. Fun facts.
First, healing limit per spot.
Roughly twelve smashes on his right leg—refused to heal more. Fully destroyed.
Tested left leg eleven times same. Wouldn't heal.
'Between eleven and twelve.'
Can't heal same wound beyond that. Also, for severed parts, align and it reattaches.
Detaching/reattaching his fingers taught me: total loss doesn't regenerate. Wound closes, no regrowth. So need the piece for arms/hands.
Bonus: not position-specific.
His big toe on thumb spot—worked decently. Swapped left/right hands at wrists—clunky, but nerves connected, movable.
What about foreign parts? Dragged a relatively intact Outlaw corpse from the hall, tested.
Big success. His current fingers? All from that Outlaw. Means body part swaps possible.
Black market super-slave, swap parts with mine—if endure pain.
Eyes next.
“Come on, Chan-seong. Open your eyes.”
“Fuh... fuhck...”
“Tch. Told you, no.”
I gouged his left eye with the awl, stirring the lens. Controlled depth—no brain pierce.
“Kaaaah!!!!”
Eye shattered. Skill healed it slowly. Even the pupil reformed.
Then Salamander to burn flesh—test limits. He screamed for death. Burning hurts most, true.
“Now, let's extract...”
More experiments via him.
Realized Rising Flesh had insane potential. Could make chimeras maybe.
👹 INDICRON'S VOICE 👹
[Hahaha! The stench of blood and his piss reaches even here. That's enough. More than sufficient. He's barely reacting now.]
“Ah, yes.”
Lee Chan-seong barely reacted to prods now. Brain shutdown past pain limit. Like his own artworks, ruined.
“Bye.”
I placed my hand on his unresponsive head and melted it. He convulsed and died; Indicron's satisfied laugh echoed. Crunching sounds followed—like evil god ASMR devouring him. Mind-melting every time.
“Haa...”
Covered in gore. Midway, under 'experiments,' I went overboard on his body.
“Dizzy.”
Not into gore, but somehow pulled it off.
'Two hours maybe...'
Girls waiting outside—rushed experiments.
'Ugh... aftertaste is gross...'
Psycho torturer act held me like possession, but back to normal, the horror hit—gagged.
I dumped him in the room and left.
Now Lee Chan-seong joins his works as one himself, rotting away.
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