Darling, It's Time to Take Your Medicine! Chapter 2

Pfft...

The Hero's body split into six pieces—head, torso, and four limbs—his blood staining the sky.

The Hero who had once saved the world was torn apart before countless onlookers, while cheers like a roaring tsunami echoed all around.

At the very instant his body was ripped apart, Qin Chu suddenly remembered what the strongest Witch had said to him when he sealed Saye Nikolas.

"You will witness betrayal with your own eyes..."

"You will experience despair with your soul..."

"You will rage, you will despair, you will go mad..."

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Qin Chu was dead!

His body had been torn into pieces, and his soul had shattered into countless fragments, drifting through every corner of Skyvault Continent. The remnants of his soul had yet to disperse, and could still clearly see everything happening in this world.

In the Holy City, people were celebrating wildly.

Within the Imperial Palace, nobles and royalty raised their cups in revelry, celebrating that no one would ever again be able to shake their power.

Soldiers of the Holy City were hunting down the very few people still willing to say a good word for the Hero. A girl in a wheelchair was mercilessly skewered on a spearpoint, her body twitching as she died.

A wisp of soul drifted to the Supreme Council.

Qin Chu's mangled remains lay before Rosweisse. Madness filled her beautiful eyes. That detestable man was finally dead. What could possibly be more exhilarating than this?

Hero? You thought you deserved that title? Having enjoyed the Hero's name for so long was already your supreme glory. There was only one true Hero, and no one could replace him.

They drained every last drop of blood from the chunks of flesh, leaving behind only shriveled remains.

Even in death, those pieces of flesh still carried a terrifying deterrent.

No one could forget how this young man had charged alone into the Demonic Beasts' lair, torn apart Nag, the Eternal Monarch, and returned bathed in blood.

With his horse standing firm and his blade held crosswise, ten thousand men could not pass. Millions of Demonic Beasts had not dared cross the line his sword carved into the earth, instead leaping into the Abyss.

What a peerless hero he had been.

Especially when they saw those wide-open black eyes, brimming with rage and hatred, an icy chill inevitably crept into their hearts.

"Suppress the torso and four limbs separately at the Edge of Heaven, Cape of Sea, Cloud Summit, Heart of the Lake, and Root of the Tree." After a long while, Rosweisse spoke in an icy voice.

The Edge of Heaven and Cape of Sea lay at the eastern and western ends of Skyvault Continent. Cloud Summit was the highest mountain on the continent and the headquarters of the Earth Mother Church. Heart of the Lake was at the center of Boundary Lake, where the Sanctum of the Holy Church stood upon the water. The tree was the Tree of Life.

"As for the head..."

"Suppress it beneath the Holy City."

"Let his head endure the trampling of us and all people for millions upon millions of years. Let him never rise again, for all eternity..."

Perhaps only then could she truly rest at ease.

A wisp of soul drifted onto the streets.

He saw an auction house handing out flyers. The finale item of today's auction was actually a drop of the Hero's blood.

The flyer even carefully listed the many benefits of the Hero's blood.

Smear the Hero's blood onto a steamed bun and eat it, and one would be guaranteed a strong body, freedom from all illness, immunity to every poison, and a longer life. Most absurdly, it could even supposedly beautify the complexion, strengthen virility, and nourish the kidneys?

A wisp of soul drifted to the Sealing Grounds.

Leaping bonfires illuminated excited faces. Rough, burly men threw their arms around one another's shoulders and danced their folk dances around the flames.

For the soldiers of the Sealing Grounds, this was a rare day of celebration.

Because today, the Hero had been executed; and their military pay had increased.

They knew the Hero had fought through blood and fire, invincible in his bravery.

But that had been during wartime.

Now, the Demonic Beasts had all been sent back home, and the world was at peace.

The Hero was no longer so important.

"Hahaha, that Hero bastard finally died... I'd been sick of the sight of that brat for ages."

"Exactly! Was he the only one fighting the Demonic Beasts? Which one of us brothers hadn't clawed his way out of the battlefield? Why did all the glory belong to the Hero? So we brothers got nothing, is that it?"

"I heard the Hero's annual allowance was a hundred million Mana. Us brothers didn't even get a hundred Mana a year. A hundred thousand of us together only got a tenth of what the Hero received?"

"He stopped the Eternal Calamity? Come on, wasn't that his duty? He was the Hero. It was what he was supposed to do. Otherwise, why did we summon a Hero?"

"It was one thing for him to enjoy special treatment during the Eternal Calamity, but now that the war was over, he still shamelessly squatted in that position. Wasn't that disgusting?"

"Look at those media outlets outside. All they know is Hero, Hero, Hero all day long. No one ever saw the sacrifices and hardships of us brothers. Besides, even without the Hero, could we not have defeated the Eternal Calamity?"

"Bah! Our Skyvault Continent is a land of outstanding people and spiritual abundance. We could have handled any Eternal Calamity ourselves. We never needed some foreign dog from another world..."

Money had always been the best means of buying people's hearts.

Throughout the entire military camp, not a single person spoke half a word in the Hero's defense. Not one remembered the blood the Hero had once shed for this world.

The boisterous noise raged through the camp. No one noticed that Heaven's Chain, which suppressed the Witch like a colossal serpent thousands of yards long, was beginning to crumble.

Qin Chu knew that no matter how powerful he was, his lifespan would not exceed a hundred years, while the Witch possessed an almost endless life. He feared that no one would be able to suppress the Witch after his death, so he used half his life force to forge Heaven's Chain. On one hand, it suppressed the Witch; on the other, it bound his life to hers. Once he died, the Witch would not live much longer either.

Under the spilling milky moonlight, the Witch walked out of her seal.

Silver hair fluttered behind her in the cold wind. Her fair cheeks were like exquisite jade, smooth and delicate. Her ravishing face held crimson eyes that radiated a bewitching air.

Her perfect, exquisite curves were graceful and enchanting.

Her fair jade-like feet hung naturally, toes pointing downward.

Her gorgeous yet shadowy black gown snapped loudly in the cold wind.

What a bewitching beauty capable of toppling all hearts!

The strongest Witch, and also the most captivating woman, curled her lips into a cold, mocking smile. Her scarlet eyes were as eerie as blood.

"What a revolting bunch of maggots..."

"The bell of judgment... shall begin tolling here!"

Her fair, slender arms spread lazily apart. Her silver hair danced wildly behind her, while a black-red aura spread from Saye Nikolas's body and surged into the sky above.

Below, one hundred thousand soldiers were reveling in the uproarious camp.

They indulged in strong liquor and roasted meat, venting the exhilaration brought by the Hero's death and their increased pay.

The bright moon had been obscured by dark clouds. A massive clock floated in the pitch-black night sky, glowing with a crimson sheen as its long hand slowly turned.

Ticktock, ticktock, ticktock...

The crisp sound was like a soul-hooking, life-stealing devil's tune.

Finally, when the hand reached the middle...

Dong!

The hour of Death Knell's judgment!

A faintly black wind suddenly appeared.

At the very edge of the camp, it was like a gentle breeze brushing over everyone's heads.

Figures who had been reveling suddenly froze in place, utterly motionless. There was not the slightest trace of fear on their faces; they even retained those excited, twisted expressions from before.

The next instant...

The figures silently collapsed to the ground. Their hearts had stopped beating, and their bodies fell in perfect rows like wheat before the scythe.

One patch, then another, then another...

On one side was silent death; on the other, twisted revelry continued.

Those pitiable people did not notice that so many of their companions had already died. They continued to twist their ugly bodies and howl without end.

No one knew how much time passed before a bleary-eyed man finally caught sight of the strange scene in the distance.

"Huh? What's going on over there? Why's everyone lying down?"

Watching the crowd nearby collapse in neat rows, another man curled his lips. "Maybe they drank too much and fell asleep."

He casually wiped his mouth, carried his bottle over, and swaggered in that direction. "Sleep my ass, get up and party..."

But before he could finish speaking, a wind that had somehow turned dark red howled across his face. Faintly, he seemed to smell a thick stench of blood.

The next second, he felt something forcibly ripped from his body. His face instantly stiffened, and his rigid body pitched forward.

The soldier who had first noticed something was wrong stared at his constantly falling comrades and the black-red fog writhing in the sky. His body shuddered violently, and most of his drunkenness vanished at once. "Wit..."

"The Witch... the Witch has broken free..."

The next instant, the man let out a shrill scream. He hurled away the bottle in his hand, staggered around, and ran.

His scream jolted the surrounding soldiers awake. At last, they noticed the changes in the camp. Seeing comrades fall in neat rows wherever the black-red fog swept, their faces turned deathly pale. No one had the courage to rescue their companions. They simply spread their legs and ran.

The celebration had transformed into an apocalyptic disaster.

Each person only wished their parents had given them two more legs.

The liquor was forgotten.

The roasted meat was abandoned.

Dense crowds shoved together. The moment someone stumbled to the ground, countless footprints immediately stamped across their back.

Great swathes of endless, silent death—such a sight was even more terrifying than mangled flesh and severed limbs. At least amid torn flesh and shattered bodies, you knew how you had died. But now, you did not even know what had killed you.

That black-red fog was the mark of the Dark Witch. That terrifying Witch, who had once Devoured a million lives, had broken free from her seal.

People wailed, trembled in terror, and screamed, their teeth chattering.

Yet no matter how they ran, they could only watch helplessly as the writhing fog crawled up their bodies from behind and instantly stole their lives. Their screams came to an abrupt stop.

Some had been scared completely out of their wits. Their bodies froze in place, unable to move, while they stared with pale faces and trembling lips as the fog Devoured them.

"Run! The Witch is here..."

"Fuck, don't block the way..."

"How could the Witch break free? Damn it, wasn't the seal supposed to be strong?"

"Wuu wuu wuu... Mommy, I don't want to die! Someone save me..."

"Who... who can deal with the Witch?"

"The Hero, where's the Hero? Hero, come protect us!"

Ah, they had forgotten.

The Hero... was already dead.

Qin Chu's remnant soul quietly watched this scene. If Qin Chu still had a body, he surely would have heard that frenzied laughter.

The blood mist was still spreading, reaching farther and farther away.

No one knew where it had already drifted.

The Witch's life had also reached its end. Her slender figure had even become half-transparent. With a wa, she spat out a mouthful of blood, her little face growing ever paler.

Standing upon the ground, the Witch's body swayed. She raised her head and looked at the sky, as though she could see that wisp of remnant soul floating above.

The Witch raised the staff in her hand high, then drove it straight into the ground with a pfft.

The next moment, the blood mist shrouding the area abruptly contracted into a massive vortex. A shocking force of attraction arose from within it. Drawn by that force, Qin Chu's fragmented soul flew in from every corner of Skyvault Continent and was swallowed directly by the vortex.

Just before Qin Chu's consciousness sank completely into darkness, he heard Saya Nicholas's ethereal voice:

"With hundreds of millions of living souls as sacrifice..."