In the Xue Yuan Province, at Chinston City, few people have ever truly seen the interior of the city-state’s underground prison.
The convicts they have previously captured, until they were reconditioned, had no opportunity to ever see daylight again.
Due to the recent increase in the number of offenders apprehended in Xue Yuan Province, the prison’s security and facility level have been continuously expanding. They have also earned a good inco and secured considerable investnts. Given this rate of developnt, it is expected to be listed on the capital’s stock exchange center next year.
At the lowest level of the prison, a spacious stone platform extends out, surrounded by towering stone walls, creating a semi-open space. Dim lights stand in every corner, casting dull halos that flicker off the stone walls. These unpredictable shadows add a sense of mystery and chill to this place.
Prison guards watch over the periter of the platform. They are handpicked bodyguards, and Loren has the utmost confidence in their loyalty and strength.
Anello was escorted all the way from Bonn City to Chinston City and then underground. Still under the control of the elite bodyguards, a dark sackcloth hood covered his head, preventing him from seeing his surroundings.
As they ventured deeper, the air started to beco cold, mixed in with the musty odor emitted from the grim iron walls.
The only sounds he can hear were the deep sounds of water droplets and the distant rustling wind. The noise of the other convicts was conspicuously absent, as though this place was separate from the rest of the world; a forbidden, desolate space.
Finally, they stopped in front a large, chilly cell.
This single-cell room was uniquely equipped with several robust iron chains hanging from the center of the cage, connected to hoisting hooks. The chains ca with locks and shackles designed to securely fasten a prisoner’s limbs.
Additionally, there was a door located at the side of the cell, the destination unknown to all.
At Loren’s instruction, Anello was quickly lifted by several elite bodyguards and bound by the iron chains, which securely fastened his limbs. Subsequently, they activated a chanism, and the chains slowly hoisted Anello up, leaving him suspended in the air, with only his tiptoes brushing the floor.
Unable to move his body, Anello was left hanging like a roast duck, swaying slightly with the chains.
Loren slowly approached the cell, ripped off the sackcloth from Anello’s head, and removed the gag from his mouth. He then turned and left him locked in the cell, leaving Anello to resu his outbursts of rage.
"Rocky—! You’re severely lacking imagination if you think this cell can make submit!"
Anello’s arrogance hadn’t diminished in the slightest. Despite his physical constraints, every struggle he made was filled with force as though he would break free from the chains the next second!
Anello’s voice reverberated from inside the cell, loaded with vicious threats and provocations,
"You’re all a bunch of weak ants! If you dare keep alive and torture in this place, once Lord Asksan rescues , all of you will pay the price!"
His voice reeked of loathing, pure and higher than life itself.
In his eyes, the world had long since beco his enemy. The destructive potency within him was like a volcano on the brink of eruption—it would have the power to destroy everything, even when sealed!
Far off.
Outside the cell was a similarly spacious platform, furnished with a few couches, from where they could watch the scenes unfold in the cell.
"Teacher Rocky McCarthy, Miss Sikder, please have a seat."
Loren gestured for the two to sit and rest, letting him handle the rest.
Sikder, a look of confusion across her face, wondered about Loren’s intentions. There weren’t even any torture instrunts in the cell, so apart from intimidating Anello, she couldn’t figure out what Loren planned to do.
"Rocky! If our roles were reversed, I would show you what true cruelty is!!"
Each word from Anello was edged with venom, as if it were a promise, that once he broke free, he would make sure to fulfill his words.
Listening to Anello’s arrogant outbursts, Sikder couldn’t help but feel irate.
"Will you please shut him up."
Sikder turned to Loren and said.
"Anello, are you sure you won’t regret this?"
Loren leaned back on the sofa, calling out to Anello in the distance.
"None can judge , none! Sigrid, I don’t regret torturing your Saintess at all, I just wish to relive that pleasure again! Hahahaha!!"
Anello burst out in a fit of manic laughter, not just at Loren but also at Sigrid.
Just when Sigrid was on the verge of losing her temper and was about to personally administer the death penalty onto Anello, Loren placed a hand on her shoulder.
At the sa ti, he snapped his fingers.
A low humming noise resounded in the room, and the door on the other side of the cell slowly opened.
By the rough stone walls in the creepy and damp passageway, moss and lichen infested the surface, with not a ray of light. The shadows seed to be moving.
Soon, the sound of quick, strong and powerful footsteps echoed throughout the passageway.
Sikder, checking her anger, looked towards the direction of the door in confusion.
Underneath the opaque darkness, a group of eerie figures erged.
Their appearance changed the otherwise bustling atmosphere. The large figures filled the gloomy prison. Their long shadows stretched over the room under the flickering lights, making the cell appear like the entrance to hell.
Only when this group of massive, prison-clad n ca into the open was it possible to make out their figures.
Anello’s laughter abruptly ceased.
A sudden stillness hung in the air.
Not because these burly n clad in prison uniforms were looking at him with indifference and ferocity.
But their eyes were filled with inexplicable joy and affection!
This made Anello feel a kind of chill that he had never experienced before!
It seed like he couldn’t quite believe what Lanci was going to do to him, and he looked incredulously towards Lanci who was sitting on a distant sofa.
"Even by imperial law, a bad student like you would have his tools of cri confiscated, even if death penalty is not imposed. Luckily, you t . Instead of resorting to physically or chemically castrating thods that only treat the symptoms, I prefer to have you repent sincerely from within."
Lanci calmly explained to Anello,
"They are sowhat special mbers of the Phantom Gang from the snow field. Having been imprisoned for so long, they are probably desperate now."
"Oh, warden, are you finally willing to reward us?"
"Where is this cutie from?"
The voices with clear intentions kept drilling into Anello’s ears. Anello initially had intended to muster up his courage and threaten Lanci, but he swallowed his words halfway through.
His arrogance, like being doused with a bucket of ice water by reality, extinguished instantly.
The approaching burly n, their sleazy glances, ambiguous smiles, and detestable gestures.
At a glance, each person seed extraordinary, each had their unique tactics, their tenacity and patience were astonishing.
He seed to have a notion of what these people were going to do to him next.
"Ah... "
Anello’s face beca pale in an instant, appearing desolate under the light. His eyes still showed unyielding spirit and anger, but at this mont, he finally felt an unprecedented fear.
Even confronting "Loren" did not cause him this much fear.
What followed was a profound fear and endless regret.
Even one hundred thousand Lorens would not be as horrifying as these n!!
"No, don’t! You fucking can’t do this!!"
Looking at the burly n approaching him, Anello’s forehead burst with blue veins, and he scread hoarsely at Lanci.
But soon his line of sight was blocked by a Phantom Gang prisoner in front of him.
"I love this defiant look."
"Darling, hmm, you’re really strong."
anwhile, a burly man had co up behind Anello, stroking Anello’s cheek, whispering in his ear.
"Ah!! Get your hands off !!"
The Saint of Nirvana, who had never been touched by a man like this before, was already feeling a shake in his soul.
"I heard you’re comparable to the Saint of Nirvana."
"Dare to do this to the Saint of Nirvana, the Bishop of Nirvana Asksan will definitely kill you!!"
Anello’s breath and voice were broken as he yelled.
"Oh? Darling, wouldn’t that be even more exciting? Do you think we would fear death if we get to spend a wonderful night with the Saint of Nirvana?"
The burly n from the Phantom Gang, upon hearing this, burst into laughter.
"Anello, how are you feeling now?"
Lanci, observing the changes in Anello’s expression from a distance, asked.
Seeing Anello finally showing so remorse, he also smiled contentedly.
"Don’t worry, this is just the beginning, what awaits you is this."
Shaar took out a large pair of iron tongs, shook them at Anello, after the burly n had their fun, he would surely let Anello experience an amplified version of absolute pleasure.
From this point on, Anello understood –
The other party truly had no intention of interrogating him! All that talk about love and enlightennt was deceptive!
The Saint of Hegemony was far crazier than him!!!
At the mont, a group of burly n had already surrounded Anello, they couldn’t wait any longer.
"No – don’t!!!"
Anello shrieked hoarsely, as if trying to muster all his strength to kick these people away. But him being hung up, his nearly numb legs had no strength whatsoever.
"Alright then, it’s ti to hand it over to Shaar."
Lanci smiled, blocking Miss Sikder’s eyes with his hand, and he took her away from this platform.
Listening to the heart-wrenching scream of the Saint of Nirvana, which could even penetrate through walls, Miss Sikder followed Lanci out of the underground prison with her eyes closed.
Although she didn’t know exactly what happened, she felt pleased listening to that sound.
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