[By this point, Reggie Star had fallen utterly into the depths of despair.]
[In this unending hell woven from excruciating pain and uncanny healing, he had come to fully recognize his miserable reality. The expressionless boy in black-framed glasses before him was no human who could be measured by common sense, but a cold-blooded devil who followed through on every word and treated cruelty as a matter of course.]
[Although Reiji's humiliation and rage had erupted like a volcano, reaching their peak, and the intense pain and emotional turmoil had severely impaired his rational judgment as a sorcerer, his survival instincts as an ancient powerhouse still clung desperately to his last shred of clarity, forcing him to understand, in utter misery, that he had no choice now.]
[Under this endless torment of having his organs gnawed away as though he were being slowly dismembered, only to be forcibly pulled back to life by reverse cursed technique, he would rather die a quick death than endure even one more second of humiliation.]
[Although Reiji gritted his teeth and did not immediately surrender, your scalpel-sharp gaze had already discerned the collapse of his psychological defenses from his ragged, broken-bellows breathing and his bloodshot eyes, unfocused with pain yet filled with endless resentment and desperate struggle.]
[So you did not stop the bloody "punishment" in your hands. You simply posed the most crucial question, your voice as bland as though you were asking about the weather.]
["Tell me, why were you resurrected in this modern age, and by what means?"]
[At that question, Reiji's battered body convulsed violently.]
[He took great, labored breaths of the blood-scented air, a hissing sound escaping his throat, as though desperately trying to adjust to the cramps from the white rabbit shikigami furiously devouring his abdominal cavity, so