Soldier Captain Sharp was a veteran Cult of Suffering Follower. Ever since he had joined, he had devoted himself to studying every art that could make people suffer.
How to make someone die in agony was an even more important subject of his research.
He had always believed himself to be a genius of pain.
At such a young age, he had become a Soldier Captain. His future had seemed boundless.
He was a man chosen by Primal Suffering.
That was what he had always believed.
Until today, when he encountered these three followers of the Radiant Holy See in front of him, he realized that, in his study of the Path of Suffering, he was nothing more than an ordinary mortal.
For the first time, he doubted his faith. Great Mother Goddess of Suffering, did you truly favor us? Or was the true orthodoxy of pain actually in the Radiant Holy See?
Soldier Captain Sharp did not understand. He could not see through it.
He knew that he had lost.
Lost utterly.
Lost to the Combination Skill of these three people.
But only after it had been frozen off did he understand that true pain was worse than death.
He was an invader. What he had lost would never come back.
Between his legs was deathly stillness and emptiness; between his mouth and nose was a fishy stench and bitter taste.
He dropped to his knees before the three of them. He wanted to cry, but no tears came. As the icy mask on his face slowly melted, what ran down his cheeks was not tears of sorrow and regret, but yellowish-brown urine.
Fuck, just kill me.
"Though you have lost, you are still a gunless ranger." Arthur spoke solemnly and raised the staff in his hand.
The metal