Eighteen Torments of the Netherworld! Old Days

The battle outside had already ended. A writhing mass of flesh lay on the ground, with the face of an aristocratic woman in its center. She wore a vicious expression like an evil ghost as she glared hatefully at Su Ziyu, her hoarse voice carrying a chilling coldness:

"I curse you! You killed my child! I curse you! You little devil!"

Su Ziyu calmly watched the crazed woman from above, then gave a sinister smile.

"Aunt-in-law, it's all over now... Do you still remember the things you did to me back then...?"

Su Ziyu's smile was practically demonic, making even the half-dead aristocratic woman shudder.

"Rage."

Su Ziyu suddenly called out.

The Rage Knight stepped forward twice, his armor clanking as he knelt on one knee.

"Please give your orders."

Su Ziyu looked at the aristocratic woman and smiled wickedly.

"Use the Eighteen Torments of the Netherworld. Force her to tell us the name of that organization."

Hiss...

Su Ziyu's smile made the woman feel as though she had fallen into an icy abyss. She no longer dared meet his eyes, her body trembling uncontrollably. She wanted to rise up and strike back, but her grievous injuries had left her incapable of doing so. Fuzhou University of Technology and Business

The flames in Rage's eye sockets flickered as he drew the Yellow Springs Greatsword.

"Your will shall be obeyed!"

The woman could only see the two tangible masses of rage gathered in Rage's eyes before a greatsword wreathed in hellfire came crashing down. The sensation of her flesh being sliced off alive made her release a scream of agony that pierced to the bone.

Rage lifted the woman, clutching her hair in one hand while extending his other palm. A wooden stake appeared before him. Many parts of it were stained with blood, and at its very top were what looked like two eyes, scarlet and glistening. All manner of tentacles drifted from both sides of the stake, their tips exposing sharp bone spurs as they danced through the air.

Bang!

Without ceremony, Rage hurled the aristocratic woman onto the stake. The writhing tentacles surged toward her as though they had received some grand gift, wrapping around her. Wet tearing sounds rang out alongside the woman's screams as bloody tentacles pierced into her back one after another, pinning her firmly to the stake.

"Hehehe, new toys!"

A monster-like cry seemed to echo through the air, and the pair of scarlet eyes on the stake revealed an expression of happiness.

Rage stood before the stake and began employing all kinds of tortures from the Netherworld.

A deep blue arc-shaped barrier enclosed the area. The aristocratic woman, the stake, and Rage seemed to have entered another parallel world. The Rage Knight had unlocked an authority of the Netherworld and gained a skill called [Eighteen Torments of the Netherworld]!

Watching the horrifying scene, Su Ziyu leisurely lit a cigarette. He normally did not smoke, and after the Great Cataclysm, cigarettes had become outrageously expensive. Of course, the one in his hand had been taken from this manor.

Uncle-in-law's family had more or less been dealt with. Originally, Su Ziyu had wanted to torture and kill them in even crueler ways, but after discovering that the entire family had been corrupted by a cult, coupled with his own great strength, he no longer possessed that earlier obsession with personally torturing them to death.

For Extraordinary Ones, the most important thing was maintaining the stability of their Mental Body. If their Mental Body became twisted or corrupted, they too would lose control and turn into monsters. It was precisely because he understood this that Su Ziyu had gradually tempered his nature and kept himself away from losing control.

Sometimes, that was simply how things worked. When people could not achieve something, they always thought about it. But once something became easy to obtain, everything changed.

Su Ziyu was in precisely that state. He had completed his revenge and ended years of humiliating life. If he truly counted everything that family had done to him, he could go on for three days and three nights. Killing them so easily was clearly letting them off too lightly.

But Su Ziyu had grown powerful. Things he had never dared imagine before were now easy for him to accomplish, and he and Uncle-in-law's family were no longer people of the same world. To advance to the Morning Star Tier, Su Mingyi's family had sacrificed to an evil god and gained power. Yet Su Ziyu had the system and had mastered the Grimoire of the Old Days; improving his strength was merely incidental.

This was a transformation in the mindset of the strong.

Completing his revenge was only the first step in Su Ziyu's new life. His dark faction had yet to be fully established, he had yet to create an Evil God Tier monster, and many more matters awaited him.

For instance, Su Ziyu was even more interested in learning exactly which cult had corrupted Su Mingyi's family.

After finishing his cigarette, Rage emerged from the interrogation room and cupped his hands toward Su Ziyu.

"Master, she couldn't hold on any longer. Before she died, she said..."

As though something was taboo, the powerful Half-Step Morning Star Tier monster paused on his own initiative. Only under the pressure of Su Ziyu's gaze did he speak again.

"She said... it was... the Old Days!"

The Old Days?

Su Ziyu froze for a moment, then personally entered the interrogation room. Aunt-in-law had already turned into a rotting lump of flesh trapped on the stake, her spirituality slowly dissipating.

Rage stood to the side and respectfully added,

"Just now, she also seemed to say that some Grand Lord would come and kill you. This subordinate does not know what that Grand Lord means, so I could only report her exact words."

"Grand Lord?"

Su Ziyu pondered for a while without saying anything further. He had Rage and Ruan Xiaoqi remain behind to clean up the rotting flesh while he headed outside the villa.

This manor was enormous. Behind the villa stood a library where Su Ziyu had spent his childhood. However, his grandfather had once warned him that there was a book repository he had never had the chance to enter. In Su Ziyu's memory, his grandfather had always worked there. Perhaps some precious books had been kept inside.

After his grandfather passed away, he suffered abuse from his uncle-in-law and fled the manor. He had never entered that library again.

"Grand Lord?"

With Su Ziyu's sensitivity to spirituality, he could sense that something seemed to be hidden inside that library.

Moreover, he needed to head over and see whether there were any books related to advancing to the Morning Star Tier, as well as introductions to the current balance of power among Extraordinary factions.

After all, he had been shut away for too long. If he did not update his knowledge base, his brain would rust.