"AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
The moment Lu Ce gave the order, Wang Ao suddenly let out a crazed roar. With his eyes shut, he began stabbing wildly!
"2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10!!!..."
The metal shard became a razor-sharp blade and came down frantically. Some strikes pierced the palm, some sliced away flesh, and some missed entirely, stabbing into the ground.
Wang Ao put tremendous force into it. Even the hand gripping the metal shard had been completely cut open, blood flowing down and mingling with Lu Ce's blood.
Wang Ao carried out his task like a madman. He refused to believe that any being of flesh and blood could fail to react to an attack.
Even he himself, though he enjoyed pain and torment, would not be like the person before him.
Even if someone felt no pain, they should not be like this! In Wang Ao's eyes, it was as though the other man did not think this was his own body at all!
When he was halfway through the hundred attacks, he even reached out with his other hand and grabbed Lu Ce's wrist, wanting to make sure Lu Ce was still there and had not dodged away.
But he was disappointed. Lu Ce's hand had remained there the entire time, utterly motionless, as though it did not belong to him.
And Lu Ce truly did feel that way.
He had his eyes closed as well. Immune to pain and with his mind in chaos, he did not feel that anything was wrong.
Only the occasional voice in his mind reminded him of the benefits he was receiving.
Chosen of Suffering, Pain value +1!
Chosen of Suffering, Pain value +2!
Chosen of Suffering, Pain value +1!
Later on, perhaps because the hand was nearly ruined, the Pain values coming in became fewer and fewer.
"97, 98, 99, 100!"
After hoarsely shouting those numbers, Wang Ao suddenly released the hand before him and looked down at the mangled palm.
Then Lu Ce's calm voice reached his ears again.
"The hundred strikes are done? Then shouldn't you answer my question?"
"Your game was pretty good. I liked it."
His voice was even, his attitude gentle.
"Hehe... Hahaha! What the hell are you?!"
After laughing meaninglessly twice, Wang Ao instantly broke down. He roared at Lu Ce and lunged at him with the knife in his hand.
"Die! Just die!"
Like a madman, Wang Ao drove the blade forcefully into Lu Ce's shoulder. Lu Ce did not even try to dodge.
But when Wang Ao tried to pull the blade back out, he found that with Lu Ce's muscles tensed, he could not even pull the metal shard free!
Before he had time to think—or rather, he had already lost the ability to think—the world spun before his eyes. With a bang, he was slammed directly to the ground.
A huge hand gripped Wang Ao's face. Lu Ce had pinned him down.
The moment those five fingers tightened, Wang Ao felt as though his head was about to explode. The pressure inside his skull surged wildly!
That was not strength a human should possess. Though Wang Ao's own strength had long surpassed human limits, he now completely believed that he was no match for the man before him.
"How is that possible?! How could you have no reaction at all?"
"What the hell are you?!"
Wang Ao roared. The last remnants of his reason vanished without a trace.
Their illnesses were like protective shells, trapping them tightly inside and leaving them utterly out of place with the outside world.
But now, Lu Ce had shattered that shell head-on in the way Wang Ao knew best. In an instant, a tide of fear drowned him.
Light flowed across Lu Ce's red mask, continuously forming all kinds of unpredictable expressions.
"You know, once upon a time, there was a woman who acted somewhat like you. She played games with me, and after playing for a while, she even tried to kill me..."
"You're luckier than she was. When it came to her, I didn't give her another chance to speak..."
"Your game was good, but now that it's over, shouldn't you answer my question?"
Lu Ce was pressing Wang Ao down with both hands, including the palm that was practically ruined, so Wang Ao was now covered in blood.
Wang Ao had long since lost his earlier composure. He stared at Lu Ce in terror, repeating over and over.
"I don't know. I really don't know. Actually, I don't know anything."
"I used this method to fool them before. I have no idea who the sickest person is!"
"Wait... you, it's you! You're the sickest one!"
"I understand. I finally understand. You're the sickest one!"
Lu Ce yanked the man's head up, then smashed it hard into the ground with a clang.
Sound good?
A good sound meant a good head!
"Who asked you that?! Did I say that was what I was asking?!"
"Huh?" Blood seeped from Wang Ao's forehead. Gasping heavily, he asked unconsciously, "Then... what do you want to ask?"
"I'm asking you, based on what you said earlier."
"Three equals four, four equals five. What does five equal? And what does six equal?"
"Oh, right. They all equal zero. And if it's zero, then it seems our game from earlier isn't over yet. There are still another hundred strikes..."
Wang Ao: ...
His eyes instantly became dazed, hollow as though he were already dead.
"Hehe... Hahahahahaha."
Suddenly, pinned to the ground, he began laughing meaninglessly.
: It's over. The kid got tortured stupid.
: Seriously, the ultimate torment king. It's only been an hour-long lunch break, so why does it feel this long?
: Too terrifying. Ever since he arrived, no food, no medicine, and then he randomly drags out a patient to torture. What a demon...
"Why... how... it's started again. They're tormenting me again."
"Are you one of the people who tormented me back then? Why did you change the method this time..."
Wang Ao's eyes were vacant, his mouth opening and closing as he mumbled those words indistinctly.
Suddenly, a sharp gleam flashed in Lu Ce's eyes. For the first time, his reason forcibly overcame the chaos in the Gluttony Mask, and he asked:
"Who? Who tormented you before?"
A little awareness immediately returned to Wang Ao's eyes, but the confusion in them was far worse than before!
He clutched his head with both hands and twisted about painfully on the ground.
"What? What torment? What did I just say?"
"Medicine... where's my medicine?! Why hasn't today's medicine arrived yet?!"
"Ah!!! Kill me! Who are you? You... no, kill me!"
In the dim prison cell, Wang Ao's utterly miserable screams rang out endlessly, as though he were enduring the most horrifying torture in the world.
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