(You ungrateful, vengeance-returning shameless vermin—aaaaah—!)
The Abyss Consciousness desperately battered against Ye Chen's mental defenses even as it shrieked itself hoarse and howled madly inside his mind.
(It was the Abyss that gave you a second life—!)
(And yet you keep going out of your way to hinder us like this—!)
(Is there anyone in this world more shameless and vile than you—!?)
(Trash, scum, beast—!)
(Don't think you'll get off easily—!)
(I'll drag your soul into eternal hell, then tear you apart into ten million pieces day after day—aaaaah------------------!)
Enduring the Abyss Consciousness's impotent, furious shrieks and curses, Ye Chen was drenched in sweat and clenched his teeth, yet he remained utterly still. No matter how violently his body convulsed and struggled, he continued kneeling before Kuize without shifting even half a step!
"Come on, Mr. Kuize!"
Ye Chen lowered his head, opened his eyes wide, and spoke with unwavering resolve:
"Please, kill me!"
"Help. Me. End. All. Of. This!"
"Then take the final two 'Divine Artifacts' and go back!"
Yet in the face of the young man's plea to die without fear, the old man's expression did not change. He said nothing and remained silent.
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Kneeling where he was, Ye Chen exerted all his strength to suppress every struggle of the Abyss Consciousness within him, gritting his teeth as he waited for Kuize to raise the silver staff-sword in his hand and grant him a swift death.
Yet after the young man had waited for a full minute, the silver staff-sword in the old man's hand showed no sign of rising again from beginning to end.
Immersed in the eerie silence, Ye Chen lifted his face in confusion and asked Kuize:
"Mr. Kuize, what are you waiting for?"
But the only response he received was