After resting for a few minutes, Whistler finally recovered from pain that could have broken even a heart of stone and stood up from the injection chair. Only then did he realize that his clothes had become soaked with sweat in that short time.
"I feel like I'll never be afraid of any kind of torture again!"
Yang Bo looked at Whistler with sympathy. With full digitization activated, he couldn't feel pain at all. Besides, his class change to Vampire Hunter had been automatic, without any garlic juice injections, so he had no idea how much it actually hurt.
Still, he figured it had to hurt worse than sticking a toothpick under a toenail and then kicking a wall hard. Otherwise, an old man like Whistler, who had endured all kinds of pain, couldn't possibly have ended up like this.
"Who's next? Hannibal, how about you? Don't worry, there's absolutely no risk to your life. Look, Whistler's perfectly fine now."
Hannibal hesitated. Whistler's screams had frightened him, and he truly couldn't imagine what kind of pain could make Albert's father scream like that.
While he was hesitating, Albert, who was supporting Whistler, spoke up. "I'll do it!"
"If my father can do it, so can I!"
Albert stared resolutely at Yang Bo without blinking. Beside her, Whistler couldn't bear the thought and said, "Albert, that feeling... it's just too painful!"
"You don't have to do this!"
But Albert shook her head at Whistler's words. She let go of him and walked straight to the injection chair, setting aside the bow and quiver on her back.
"Let's do it!"
Whistler didn't try to dissuade her any further. Mainly, once the pain had passed, he really had felt the changes in his body. The strength that had gradually faded with age had