Hark desperately tried to run and free himself from those mana shackles, but it was useless.
These shackles are enhanced by 'Mana singularity'; it's extrely difficult to break them.
Unless you use the power of a 'law' or another 'legendary skill' like 'Sword Intent' or 'Dao Rhythm' to counter this, there's no breaking these shackles now.
"L-let go! Let go! I am innocent! We were just re pawns! We only followed the orders of the boss!! He accepted the assassination request given by the Blaze family to assassinate your mother!!"
"We have been hiding like rats since the day we found out that you beca strong!"
"I am telling you the whole truth! I know nothing more than that!"
To save his life and avoid getting tortured, Hark imdiately spilled all the beans.
Although, as an assassin, it is against the code to be spilling all the information, he's already retired from that job, and he no longer wants to risk his life anymore.
The desire to live took over his head, and he imdiately told Jareth everything he knew after seeing how horribly Jareth tortured Zeran.
"Ah, you should have told about it all sooner. Look how injured poor Zeran has beco from laughing too much… Sigh, he really ended up destroying his own throat from shouting too loudly…"
"Oh, by the way, I already put a silencing spell in place when I ca in, so you don't need to worry about others hearing his laughing voice…"
"After all, people will get scared if they hear a man laughing so loudly and so late at night…"
Jareth was behaving like he was the most gentle person possible, and what he was doing was for their own good, yet his expression remained cold, which made Hark feel a chill run down his spine.
'M-monster… This guy is a monster! He is enjoying this! Sh*t! I shouldn't have co here today!'
Even if Hark hadn't co here, Jareth would have still found him sowhere, and the outco would have been the sa.
In other words, once Jareth recognizes your mana fluctuations, it's aningless to try to run away from him, as 'Mana Singularity' can help him detect you easily.
At that mont, Jareth kicked away Zeran's half-dead body and then glanced at Hark.
"Ah, no hurries, my friend; I have more than enough ti. Take your ti and tell more about this 'Boss' of yours, actually…"
[Basic Magic: Mana Beam!]
With a wave of his hand, a magic circle appeared and fired a mana beam, directly blasting Zeran's head into pieces like a waterlon.
Then Jareth used his telekinesis to make a chair float; he put his hand on Hark's shoulder, forcefully pushed him to sit on the chair, and then bound his hands and legs to the chair with the mana shackles.
"I actually went through all the police recorded data on you, Mr. Hark, and it turns out, all of your victims have chunks of flesh missing from their bodies."
"You are a cannibal, it seems, and you sotis force your victims to eat their dead relatives or friends too… So, today I have prepared a massive feast for you…"
Jareth waved his hand, and a massive iron box filled with dead mice appeared from his space ring.
"Before I ca here, I actually went to the sewers myself to collect all these beautiful things for you… You like at a lot, right?"
"You know what? I had to eat dead mice to fill my stomach when I had nothing to eat and was living like a dog, starving from hunger… all because you guys f*cking killed the one person who gave a sh*t about …"
"So, today, I want you to know how amazing it feels to eat dead mice. Okay, trust , the taste is so heavenly that you wouldn't want to eat it ever again… Oh, wait, you won't even be alive to be eating them again…"
"But forget about that; let's get to the business…"
The look on Hark's face turned into horror. He certainly is a cannibal, but even he doesn't dare eat mice that used to live in sewers.
That's beyond disgusting and unhealthy.
"No no! Stay away! Keep them away from -"
Before Hark could finish his sentence, Jareth waved his hand, and four hands made up of condensed mana appeared in the air.
Two of them forcefully opened Hark's mouth wide open, and then the other two forcefully stuffed the dead mice in his mouth.
"YES!! Don't you like eating at, Hark!! EAT IT!! Kahahaha, what's wrong!? Isn't this the sa way you forced your victims!?"
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"Wasn't you just boasting about the fact that you made a guy eat the dead body of your wife raw!? Isn't this all your favorite!?"
"Yes!! EAT HARK!! EAT!! THIS IS WHAT YOU HAVE BEEN DOING TO OTHERS!! Don't deny it now that it's happening to you yourself!!"
"This is your true calling!! You should re-na yourself! Mice eater!! AHAHAHAHAH"
…
Half an hour later.
Hark died from being forced to eat too much, and his stomach literally burst apart.
Zeran and Hark lived the ugliest lives, killed people in ugly manners, and died the ugliest deaths.
Maybe it was 'Karma' or sothing, but they got exactly what they deserved.
Only when it happened to them did they figure out that 'torturing' is not a thing of pleasure.
They used to take pleasure in others's misery, and now that Jareth did the sa to them, only then did they understand the weight of their sin.
Their sin was the reason why a monster like Jareth was born—a monster born from sin.
'Unfortunately, the rest of the three mbers of their team are already dead, as they got the death penalty after getting caught by the police departnt; otherwise, I would have 'helped' them out a bit too…'
[Grade-4 Fire Magic: Slow Wild Fire!]
A magic circle appeared, and the whole place started to burn crazily.
The fire spread to every corner of the bar slowly and burned everything to the ground, including all the evidence of Jareth coming here and torturing the two assassins.
Only after everything was burned to the crisp did the neighbors in the area finally notice the fire and call the firefighters and police, but by that ti, Jareth was long gone.
Both Zeran and Hark's bodies were burned into ashes, and nothing was left on the scene.
…
A Sky-scrapper on the east district, rooftop.
'To live in a world filled with darkness, you need to adapt… but I fear that I am adapting too fast to this world…'
'I have beco more numb to death and blood… Now I don't feel anything, even if my hands get bloodied…'
Jareth couldn't help but sigh continuously.
He used to be an innocent and naive guy who just liked to play gas and sleep all day, but now he's beco a monster in a human body.
'This body will not be fully mine unless it fulfills the last wishes of the original Jareth… and that is to slaughter all those who caused the tragedies for Jareth…'
'But I fear that I myself might beco sothing much worse in this journey…'
Jareth clenched his fist and stopped thinking about this matter further.
'This world is already chaotic enough; if I want to make it out alive from here, I need to do all that needs to be done…'
'Without proper control over this body, I can never reach grade 1 in this life. I need to synchronize my soul with this body in 'perfect' condition…'
'In other words, making the residual will of the original Jareth dissipate is important…'
[Basic Magic: Float!]
Jareth jumped from the skyscraper rooftop and flew in a certain direction.
Before dying, Hark finally told all the secrets and told the na of his boss, who was still roaming free in the world.
'This is the last step; with this done, the original Jareth's 'will' should dissipate over ti…'
A mage who doesn't have full control over their body and soul is just a half-baked person.
He can't even be called a proper mage, so to rid himself of this weakness, Jareth has no choice now but to do what needs to be done.
Take revenge on the original Jareth's stead, and then seize control over the body properly.
If he lets this small problem stay and doesn't make the final wish of the original Jareth co true, then he will have a fatal flaw in his soul, and the demon god, or whatever that thing is, can definitely exploit it.
Jareth doesn't want that; he wants to make everything full-proof, especially his own body.
Although Jareth was using hideous thods to deal with his enemies, this was the most fair way.
He did the exact sa to the enemies as they had done to their victims.
Zeran laughed at the corpse of his dead mother, and Jareth can't forget that he had to eat dead mice to live while Hark was enjoying his ti eating whatever he liked.
Grudges of this magnitude can't be forgiven, not even after death.
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