It's Not a Life Simulator! Section 47

He leisurely packed up all his tools, bid Xi Wang goodbye with politeness, and gave him a kick as a parting gift. He even let out a mocking laugh when he said Xi Wang's name before closing the door and locking it from the outside, then pulling the circuit breaker.

"..."

Darkness fell again. Within his line of sight, only a faint, almost nonexistent moonlight squeezed through the cracks of the window, which was mostly sealed with planks and dirt, silently comforting the young and pitiful child.

However, Xi Wang didn't mind. He slowly adjusted his breathing, slowly recovering his strength.

It's okay... it's okay, it's just a repeat of the past.

Although his memories were a bit blurry, Xi Wang was still aware of this.

Someone will come. It's a cute girl, pink, very cute.

When she comes, everything will change. She will tell me about the beauty of the outside world, give me sweet candy, and hope will arrive with small white stars.

I will see pink flowers similar to her, and in the slightly chilly spring, I will see pink petals dancing in the sky.

And that damned Priest will die miserably.

Even though I don't know how she did it, but... he remembers, all these things happened.

So... it's fine.

Xi Wang thought this, and his consciousness blurred as he passed out.

In the room, almost filled with darkness and silence, only the dark patterns on Xi Wang's body, resembling chains or flowing water, quietly circulated. The entire room slowly became damp, and then, under the low temperature of the night, it became cold and wet.

Such a terrible environment was almost devastating for a weak child. Weakness, hunger, and the damp, dark surroundings alternately stripped away his vitality, making the already feeble flame of his life even weaker.

But even so, he was still alive, living tenaciously and firmly. The flame was weak, but it had not been extinguished.

Sunrise and sunset passed, and night fell again. Dim light illuminated the room once more. Xi Wang knew that the damned guy had arrived.

Today, he was surprisingly gentle. He fed me some soup and forced me to eat something. Of course, he fed me everything, as I could barely lift my hand now.

After doing all this, he left me a small bucket of drinking water and then left.

The room grew increasingly damp and cold, making it unbearable.

Another day passed, and Xi Wang could move a little. That evening, when the Priest came, Xi Wang attacked him without hesitation, and as expected, he failed.

"How interesting."

He looked at Xi Wang, who had been beaten to his knees, and said with amusement.

"You're actually in the mood to resist me today... As expected, you're still a bad child. I've given you too much to eat, and water too."

He slowly restrained Xi Wang, then hung him up. He ran his hands over Xi Wang's body as if admiring an object, then cut open the bandages. Seeing the healed and scabbed wounds, he exclaimed with admiration.

"Indeed, you are a perfect existence for me... I really hope to truly possess you someday."

"I think that day won't be far off, will it?"

He gently stroked Xi Wang's face, speaking softly.

"...Ptooey."

The only response was Xi Wang's disgusted spit.

"...Very good, I like this look of yours very much."

The Priest was not angered. He simply wiped away the spit, then took an iron rod from the toolbox and threw it into a basin, adding charcoal pieces one by one.

"After all, we have plenty of time. I believe that one day, we will reach a consensus."

He slowly lit the fire. Once one end of the iron rod was red-hot, he held the other end and brought the scorching rod close to Xi Wang's face, letting him feel the heat.

"Let's take our ti~me~."

He didn't press it directly against Xi Wang's face but brought it closer and closer, allowing him to fully feel the heat before touching it to his skin, letting him feel the unique stinging pain of a burn.

Perhaps because Xi Wang's resistance today amused him, the torment today was exceptionally long. He didn't pack up and leave until late at night. Before leaving, he even left the still-burning brazier in the room, claiming it was because the room felt too damp and cold, and it would help Xi Wang ward off the chill.

As a consequence, Xi Wang was not taken down and remained hanging in the air all day.

The days that followed need not be elaborated on. Such torture-like torment did not need to be admired too much.

And Xi Wang spent day after bloody day under this monotonous and tasteless torment. Although the pain did not decrease, he gradually became accustomed to it.

Xi Wang was still alive, quietly living day after day, without crying or complaining. Apart from occasional resistance, he made no unnecessary movements.

Xi Wang looked at the window, which showed another sunny day, and quietly closed his eyes. The sounds of children's laughter from outside, and the complaints of those "bad children," he had long since ignored.

She, the girl like flying flowers, will arrive one day.

She will bring a real priest to my side and take me away from this dark room.

Wait, and hold onto hope.

It's just... she didn't come.

And it seems like a very long time has passed...

"Not today..."

Xi Wang looked at the small patch of sunlight on the ground, seeping through the cracks. It was golden, remaining on the blood-stained and dusty floor.

It was another sunny day, which was truly irritating.

Xi Wang tried to move his arm, but he couldn't because his tendons had been severed. He could only writhe slowly on the ground.

However, with his efforts, he still managed to crawl to a faint light. The small golden rays shone on his face, bringing a little warmth.

"Probably tomorrow, or maybe the day after..."

Xi Wang squinted, murmuring unconsciously, then fell into a slumber.

How much time had passed... he no longer knew.

Anyway, every day was spent watching the sunrise and sunset, then enduring pain at night, and then seeing the bright sunny day in a daze.

The room also alternated between damp and dry... It made sense; an overly damp environment was too threatening to him. Although that "Priest" always liked to torture him, he would also heal him, preferring to torment him to the brink of death without actually killing him.

After all, he considered him his "private property," so letting him die would be bad.

Speaking of which, a while ago, that guy learned a new "game" from somewhere and locked him in a coffin, then threw him into a pit in the graveyard and left him there, only hooking up an IV drip to keep him from dying.

After a few days, he took him out again and put him back in this room. He had no idea what he was thinking...

"...Ha."

Slowly, Xi Wang, who had crawled to the corner of the room, sniffed the slightly cleaner air. With the help of the faint sunlight, he noticed that the marks on the ground seemed to have faded significantly. Xi Wang suddenly let out a light laugh.

Someone had come... someone had been here... The person who would be afraid of him had arrived, forcing him to hide himself and even deal with the traces. Only after that person left did he dare to bring himself back. He should have realized it earlier, but his consciousness was still a bit hazy then, so he hadn't.

Haha, so even that disgusting guy was afraid of someone...

Perhaps because he was happy about this, Xi Wang maintained a smile throughout the night, looking at the "Priest" with an inexplicable mockery in his eyes.

However, the "Priest" was not angered. He simply made Xi Wang as weak as possible, throwing scorching charcoal onto him, causing his faint breaths to carry a hint of heat, but soon they became cold again due to his weakened body.

Then, as the night was about to end and dawn was about to break, the "Priest" came again.

Rarely, he took Xi Wang out of the room, dragged him to the graveyard, then, holding his head, forcibly pried open his eyes, making him look at the corpse in the pit.

Xi Wang remembered the appearance of that priest, the true priest who had always wanted to help him.

He was dead, his appearance miserable, his chest cut open, his internal organs spilled out, blood pooling at the bottom of the pit, soaking the surrounding soil and the priest's clothes.

He was supposed to be the one to save him, but at this moment, he was already dead, in such a tragic manner.

Then, the "Priest" manipulated Xi Wang's hands, picked up a shovel beside him, and controlled him like a puppet, making him scoop up the soil bit by bit, slowly burying the priest's body. Finally, he patted the soil with the shovel, confirming that it had been compacted inside.

There was no tombstone, nor was there a mound of earth piled at the location of the body; it was simply filled in.

Xi Wang no longer remembered what happened later that day. He was completely dazed, his consciousness seeming to scatter.

Xi Wang realized that she wouldn't come, because she had already been there.

After this, no one would pay attention to him, and he wouldn't be able to get out.

Since then, Xi Wang's reaction to pain had become weaker and weaker, and the "Priest's" actions had become more and more frenzied. He stopped healing him or bringing him food.

The "Priest" was trying his best to push him to the brink of death, and Xi Wang had no reaction to it.

Drip—

The sound of blood dripping, so familiar it couldn't be more familiar.

Drip—

The "Priest" sat leisurely to the side, admiring his "masterpiece," looking at the increasingly weak Xi Wang with satisfaction.

Drip—

There were many, many wounds on his body, new ones, old ones, unhealed ones intertwined, cuts, burns, penetrations mixed together. Bright red blood flowed out, gradually collecting in the basin below.

Now, Xi Wang had grown into an adult and no longer needed a broken stool for support. His height was enough for him to touch the ground with his tiptoes. However, the "Priest" did not appear old. Except for his hair becoming increasingly white and more wrinkles appearing on his face, there were almost no other changes.

To this extent, the torture of Xi Wang had almost become the "Priest's" daily routine, like some kind of habit. Now, even if Xi Wang actively begged him, surrendered to him, and threw himself into his embrace, he would refuse – he had played enough.

Now, he just wanted to kill Xi Wang.

So, he stood up and approached Xi Wang.

Drip—

The sound of liquid dripping.

"Hoh—"

Xi Wang slightly raised his head, struggling to lift his eyelids. The "Priest," noticing his movement, immediately stopped what he was doing, waiting for his next reaction.

"Heh heh..."

Because his mouth had been cut open and the wound had not completely healed, Xi Wang could only make some unclear sounds. However, the mockery contained in his words was still heard by the "Priest."

"You... are not him."

Xi Wang endured the pain, speaking with a muffled voice, bit by bit.

Drip—

The blood was still flowing.