"Aaaah!!!"
Monkey, Xu Lan, and Gao Ye watched in horror as Su Chenghe sat in the chair, his face bluish-purple and his neck swollen red, clutching the gel pen and roaring wildly.
In their eyes, only an instant had passed between his picking up the pen and crying out in agony.
But for Su Chenghe, that instant had slowed countless times over, and the tearing agony had been magnified just as much.
The white lightning that existed only in his mind did not simply shatter his skull. On the contrary, for its victim, it was an excruciatingly slow, utterly twisted form of intracranial torture.
No one could understand what torment he was enduring. Even he himself had become lost in an ocean of pain.
Su Chenghe was trapped entirely within his own mind. The shred of reason he had preserved in advance, forewarned of the danger, was instantly torn apart by the pain.
All his reason was ground away, with no possibility of resisting whatsoever.
His right hand clutched the gel pen, his left the Boning Knife, but he no longer had the ability to use his Sin Object. All he could do was struggle to follow that white lightning with his consciousness.
He had to witness firsthand how his consciousness and his skull were crushed, one after another, from the inside out, from the intangible to the tangible.
Before absolute power, even the strongest will was a joke, and every preparation came to nothing.
Unable to do anything, Su Chenghe would meet his death in the blink of an eye.
Untouched by the madness inside his skull, Monkey and the other two still held their Sin Objects as they stood around the chair and watched. Not one of them stepped forward.
It was not because they were slow to