"Well, your silence tells you're also not very familiar with it either. Alas, this is going to be a pain in the ass. We'll both have to go through a lot of trial and error before we can pinpoint all its uses. I'm troubling you, Mr. Fatty.
I don't know about others, but I will always rember your contribution to increasing mankind's knowledge," Myne gently held the fatty's right big toe while manipulating the pincers in her other hand, and spoke with a smile.
The fatty, who himself had used this trick quite a lot to scare the shit out of prisoners before the real torture, obviously understood where this script was going. This made him even more fearful. His heart beat so loudly that Myne could clearly hear its pounding.
"Mr... My Lord, please forgive for whatever I've done to make you so angry. Let's talk about it. There has to be a way to avoid bloodshed, right? We're all intelligent people, and in the end, the only thing that truly matters is benefit. There should be a price for my forgiveness.
Please give a chance! I am willing to have beco your slave!"
The fatty, who was sweating profusely, even knowing that he was poor as f*ck and had nothing to offer in exchange for his life, still wanted to try to fool Myne with his sweet words.
However, seeing Myne completely uninterested in his nonsense, all kinds of horrific mories of the people he tortured with great pleasure while enjoying their screams began flashing in his mind nonstop, after all, now it was his turn to experience what they had.
"At least tell what I've done!" This ti, the fatty's yell successfully captured Myne's attention, who had already grabbed his toenail with the pincers and was about to pull it out in one swift motion.
"Hmm, if I answer directly, it won't be much fun. Let's play a little ga. One question in exchange for another, answered honestly, alright?" Seeing the fatty nod his head like a chicken, Myne continued... "Since I'm currently in the Boss here, let ask you first, Mr. Fatty. Tell sothing about your skills.
I'm always quite curious about others' skills, especially when so unknown people from different worlds highly favoured those people, who don't look like anything special."
Hearing Myne's question, the fatty was speechless, after all, abnormally like Myne who can steal others' skills is the only one in the world, so naturally he couldn't understand his taste of knowing about others' skills. But since it could buy him so ti from the upcoming hellish torture, he was more than willing to talk with her. If possible, he hoped their conversation would never end at all.
"Actually, my skills are more of a joke to than a blessing like everyone else. Out of three, I can only use one effectively. The rest are nothing but decorations... Sigh, my first skill helps travel through unknown worlds, but in exchange, I have to kill people and absorb their flesh and souls. It's a double-edged sword.
If you're lucky, you'll end up in a peaceful world and can make a profit by selling that world's specialities in our world."
"But if you're unlucky, there's no telling whether you can even co back. I've almost died more than five tis because I teleported to the wrong place at the wrong ti.
There was also a situation where a group of barbarians forced to marry their chief's daughter, who was so unbelievably ugly that a normal person would vomit just by seeing her, and because most barbarians didn't like washing their bodies, even shit slled better than her. Unfortunately, I had nothing to save myself."
"To survive, I had to bite the bullet and marry her. I had to play the role of her husband and spend almost a month with her, because of her special physique which was many tis stronger than , she never got tired of being f*cked. Most of the ti was I sleeping on the bed or f*cking her. All of this is because she desperately wanted to get pregnant and give birth to powerful children.
That was a real nightmare for , before one day, I killed a few dozen children and the elderly, and I sohow managed to escape." As the fatty ntioned his ex-wife, whom he left behind in another random world, he couldn't help but tremble, as the ugly image appeared in his mind, who lay on the bed, with her legs wide spread and inviting him to get her f*cked.
"My other two skills are the biggest jokes of my life. One allows to be reborn after death, and the other can instantly kill anyone, no matter how powerful a person is. However, both skills co with a heavy cost. To use them, I have to sacrifice the life of a blood relative.
The irony is that I'm the last person in my bloodline, and because of so physical condition, I can't impregnate any woman."
"This ans there will never be another person with my bloodline in the world, and I could never use my skills. Otherwise, with those three seemingly godly skills, how could I have beco a puppet of soone who doesn't even have any sense of naming? Can't I just go to a peaceful but weak world, kill their world king, take his place, and enjoy my life?"
Myne initially thought the fatty might not be honest about his skills and tell him so random nonsense. However, he was so honest that Myne, who had wanted to enjoy teasing the fatty and scare him further by showing that he already knew about his skills and that his lies would result in unimaginable torture, lost all his good mood and anticipation.
"So, how many people did you kill before you reached that six-moon world?" Myne, curious about how many people beca unlucky enough to send the fatty to that high-end world, asked while rubbing his chin.
"Cough, well, you see, recently the demon kingdom has been invading other kingdoms. Countless immigrants are coming into our kingdom, and slave traders are going crazy with happiness.
The price of a healthy slave has dropped to a single gold coin." The fatty seed hesitant to reveal his evil deed, probably fearing Myne's righteous heart might snap after learning the number of people who lost their lives just to satisfy his exploration urge. However, when a sharp pain shot through his left big toe, all hesitation vanished. He blurted out a frighteningly high number.
"Nine hundred and ninety-nine! I killed nine hundred and ninety-nine slaves before I could open the portal to the wizarding world – a high-grade world countless tis bigger than ours..."
"Wait a minute, now I rember. How did you bypass that intense gravity there? When I went there, I could hardly stand on my legs even after using all my skills. With your strength, you shouldn't have been able to move a single step, let alone co back in one piece," Myne, finally rembering the insane gravity of the wizarding world, asked hurriedly with a frown.
"Well, hahaha, actually, my situation was similar to yours. As soon as I arrived, the high gravitational force almost glued to the ground. I couldn't even twitch, let alone stand on my legs. Thankfully, my luck was good. The place I teleported to was a special room in the magic tower of a Tier-Three wizard nad Fizzlewiggle Wigglybottom. Those seven people you fought were also his students.
That room was built for high-level space teleportation, allowing him to travel between worlds. During the ti I used my skill, I accidentally connected to the magic array of that room and teleported directly there. Then, Master Fizzlewiggle Wigglybottom helped sohow handle the gravity. Otherwise, if I had teleported into a wild area, I might have beco monster food or died from hunger."
After finishing his explanation, the fatty seed to recall so unpleasant mories again and fell into a flashback with an ugly expression.
Myne, having finally learned everything he wanted, saw no need to hold back or waste ti. He disregarded his promise entirely and, with no regard for anything else, used the pincers to forcefully pull out the fatty's toenail with great force.
"AHHHHH!"
Blood gushed from the area beneath the nail, and the fatty's pig-like screams echoed throughout the room. His voice was so loud and high-pitched that a normal person might have felt pain in their ears. However, to Myne, it sounded no different from beautiful music.
The fatty struggled violently on the chair, slamming his back against it with all his force, trying to distract himself from the pain, if the chair hadn't been Pasted on the ground by Myne, it might have already fallen on the ground. But when Myne grabbed his left index finger and pulled out another nail, that trick was no longer useful.
The fatty could only scream louder, hoping Myne would have pity on his poor ears and stop the madness.
However, Myne's mind was now completely consud by mories of Rosewell being tortured under the fatty's command. He didn't care about anything else. One by one, he soon pulled out the remaining nails as well, with a psychopath-like smile on his face.
The fatty's screams didn't stop for a single second. At one point, he almost broke his wrist trying to pull his hand out of the handcuffs. Unfortunately, the fat around his wrists was too thick, and his willpower wasn't strong enough for him to succeed.
Afterwards, Myne pasted the Ultra Regeneration skill on the fatty again. Under the magical effect of this overpowered healing skill, his nails regrew, and all the pain the fatty was feeling instantly vanished, forcing him to close his mouth.
"Mr. Fatty, you couldn't even take such minor torture. I wonder where you got the courage to torture others? Haven't you heard of karma? I think the old people say whatever you do, one day you will have to pay for all your deeds." While speaking, Myne used the Realize skill to create/summon hundreds of thin, 25-centitre-long needles and a silver hamr.
This wasn't No.2's enchanted hamr, but just a normal, expensive silver hamr.
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