Capítulo 804: Chapter 783: Reclaiming Pain
The Fifth Hospital has now beco the representative building of Mingwang City. Not only are many dical students who graduated from Capital Luo University coming here for further study, but the World Bureau has also established a deep cooperation relationship with it.
The hospital’s scale, resources, and number of experts have reached the second place nationwide in terms of comprehensive strength.
The underground area has been completely expanded, used for storing corpses, waste disposal, and so unknown special experints.
Currently, in a large underground warehouse that hasn’t been formally used yet,
hooks are already hanging in the air, and various tals have replaced the stone bricks here, transforming it into a room resembling a Preaching Room.
Hawk has already changed out of his casual clothes into the most common monk leather robe.
His fingernails, teeth, neck ring, navel, and other unique parts are all hook structures.
True Hell, a Demon King-level entity.
Within the Great Monastery, the Hell Monk bestowed the letter H (Hook), and simultaneously designated by Hell Will as the sole Manager of the Punishnt Room.
Demons who have committed great sins in True Hell will be captured alive and sent here to receive extre tornt before death.
Just as Black-eyed Morton saw it, Hawk is an entity at the Divine Level, a distinguished figure among Pseudo-Gods.
He is two major stages above Luo Di, the young man who hasn’t even built a kingdom or laid out a garden.
Theoretically, he is undefeatable,
but Luo Di must try. This kind of experience of confronting an Outer God is very valuable.
Just standing here, hearing the collision sounds of various hooks, Hua Yuan, a creature who has never undergone pain training, already feels discomfort.
Just then, a piercing sound cos from the front: “Are you ready, Luo Di…”
Although Hawk opens his mouth to speak, the sound is transmitted through the friction of various hooks, extrely piercing, directly causing both of their ear canals to ooze blood.
No fear, no old physiological structure.
This is pure pain.
Before it even begins, Luo Di already recalls various scenes of being hung in the Preaching Room in the past, whipped, hooked, and flesh torn.
His left arm begins to sizzle as if resonating abnormally.
He looks at the girl beside him, “Hua Yuan, we’ll head to the dungeon together. You probably won’t be able to move freely but will stay inside in the form of a comic.
Try to simulate it now, co in… It’s going to be very painful next.”
“Mm.”
Hua Yuan places her hand on Luo Di, her body turning two-dinsional and flowing into him in a black-and-white comic form.
Once attached,
Luo Di takes a deep breath, ready for the punishnt, and softly says, “Ready.”
Getting a response,
Hawk moves into action.
It’s different from Mr. Rose’s physical hacking, or from the head-on invasion encountered with dungeon individuals.
Clink clank!
Hawk does not charge in but spreads his arms, silently chanting so sort of hell scripture.
Swoosh!
A series of hooked chains shoot out from within Hawk, connecting to the walls, floor, and ceiling,
suspending the entire person in the air, spreading in a large shape like so sort of hell array centered around himself.
Luo Di has never seen this move and doesn’t know its specific use.
Based on his combat experience, Hawk is less than a hundred ters in front of him, completely exposing himself with all vulnerabilities visible.
Even with hooks in the way, Luo Di is confident he can behead him head-on.
“Co on.”
Luo Di lowers his body, leg muscles tense, spine protruding.
Spine snap in an instant,
the whole person shoots out.
The black knife flashes, instant beheading!
Hawk, fixed in the air, is cut into two, hooks dropping from the ruptured abdon.
Easily done, a single slash.
As Luo Di is puzzled,
a pang of pain spreads from the back of his hand.
During the rapid beheading of Hawk, his hand accidentally brushed a hook, slightly abrading, not even bleeding.
But,
as he feels this “pain,” the sensation intensifies, becoming increasingly painful, harder to ignore, even affecting his ability to wield the knife.
Luo Di grits his teeth and holds on, quickly switching hands.
He swiftly turns and attacks the already severed Hawk again, this ti aiming to chop further and incinerate with lightning.
As he closes in… Ding!
A crisp tal sound spreads through his brain, and the pain at the back of his hand suddenly saturates his whole body, causing Luo Di to montarily lose focus.
In a blink,
the scene in front of him changes.
No longer the Fifth Hospital’s basent, no longer the bisected Hawk before him.
But a crimson valley ford by the piled-up limbs of various tortured, millions of punished heads hung on hooks flanking, wailing continuously.
Luo Di cannot move,
his body suspended, hooks and chains pierced through all parts, particularly the most pain-sensitive points,
fingers, toes, armpits, spine, inner thighs, knees, elbows, temples, eyelids, tongue.
Fixed in a [large shape] in the air.
Any slight motion causes the chains to pull the flesh, a bone-piercing, soul-shredding pain, spreading like poison within.
His veins bulge prominently all over, several bursting directly, horrific screams echo in the valley.
He expected it might be very painful, but didn’t anticipate such a level. It’s not a battle, more like a crushing by a higher being.
Luo Di bites his teeth hard, tries to stay focused.
His gaze forward faintly discerned Hawk… saw the true form of this Hell Demon King.
Scarlet sky,
incomparable numbers of hooks and chains entangled, coiled, serving as foundation, throne.
Over tens of thousands of torture devices composited his whole body, each device corresponding to a punished individual, exceeding a hundred ters in size, the Demon King seated there.
From his hollow eyes, prisoner blood flows continually, forming a blood waterfall cascading down.
Single hand supporting his chin, gazing at the valley-bound Luo Di.
[King of Pain.H. Hawk]
His voice mingling in the endless wailing, transmitted through chain vibrations:
“Luo Di… to battle , you need to earn qualification. Only by enduring this basic pain can you challenge my throne.”
The voice stirs the chains, exacerbates pain transmission.
Though suffering, Luo Di gradually stabilizes.
On his distinct brain surface, the comic girl is lying there, tongue extended, earnestly licking.
This licking clears Luo Di’s consciousness slightly, recalls the past, rembers being sent to the Fifth Hospital upon arriving at Mingwang City, the first encounter with the Punishnt Room.
He slowly recalls the essence of pain.
He once learned from Hawk what pain is, rely forgotten in the Corner through a sequence of explorations, battles, and realizations.
Recently, being cruelly executed by Mr. Rose, he reacquired it.
The current tornt is less a test and more a ‘rehabilitation exercise.’
Head drooping, hair covering the face, Luo Di’s bloodied mouth gradually lifts into a smile, this being his purpose in Mingwang City.
Buzz!
A moonlight beam descends vertically like a spotlight on the protagonist.
Whitening his skin, healing wounds, even gradually bleaching chains.
During punishnt, Luo Di exerted himself, grabbed the chains on him, loudly roared, forcefully pulling.
Ah!!!!
Crimson splatters, the chains linked to the punished on both sides are pulled out by Luo Di, becoming part of his own ability.
Other parts of chains were subsequently snapped,
pop!
His body plumts from mid-air, directly falling back into the Fifth Hospital’s basent.
He stands at the doorway, not much blood and wounds on him, only the slight abrasion at the back of his hand.
Evidently, what happened just now should be a form of ntal invasion.
But his left arm beca hot, entirely red, akin chains directly grew from the arm, dragging on the ground.
Not far away, Hawk witnesses this, overjoyed.
“I knew it, your arm is different…”
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