It was in the quiet Secret Chamber of the Black Prison Tower.
Brom looked around the cramped room, which was no more than forty square meters, his eyes filled with red veins.
His arms were restrained, and he struggled desperately against the handcuffs.
His hands, bound by the sturdy shackles, should not have been able to move at all.
But Brom completely ignored his injuries and struggled with all his might. After only a few attempts, he had rubbed both wrists raw, and bright red blood flowed steadily down his thighs.
Intense pain kept pounding against Brom's brain.
Perhaps it was because the few instances of Limb Regeneration had already gotten him used to it and mentally prepared him. On top of that, the strange substance in his body could weaken the sensation of pain to some extent.
That was why Brom had not been knocked unconscious by the excruciating pain.
Even so, his face was still contorted, and his clenched teeth seemed ready to shatter. Like a madman, he swung his restrained arms wildly.
If someone filmed this scene, it would be even more thrilling than the man sawing off his leg in Jigsaw.
Brom was acting so crazily because he still couldn't control the regenerative power in his body. It continued restoring the wounds on his wrists unconsciously.
If this continued, all his previous efforts would be wasted, and he would suffer unbearable pain.
Long pain is worse than short pain!
That was the only thought in Brom's mind.
At this point, the intense pain in both wrists was almost enough to make him give up. This was simply not something an ordinary person could do.
Just imagining tearing off one's own wrists while still alive was enough to make anyone feel sick.
Brom's eyes were filled with