Chapter 69 - Whatever, I confess everything
"Brother Mu! Sothing's gone wrong, sothing's gone wrong! Demacia was kidnapped!"
Li Mu, who was trying his hand at a class on magic circles at the Temple of Nature, had his thoughts interrupted by a series of friend ssages.
He looked at the ga interface and saw that the ssages were coming from the deputy leader of the squad led by Demacia.
Demacia, kidnapped?
Stunned, he began to reply back.
"What's going on?"
soon, a reply ca back.
"We encountered so very strong monsters in the wilderness, and they kidnapped Demacia! They were hideous, much like the half-orcs described by Alice!"
Half-orcs? Li Mu frowned.
Then, his heart skipped a beat. Could they be… the half-orc squad that hunted elves that Alice had ntioned?
"How strong were they? Where did they take Demacia?" Li Mu asked.
"They were incredibly strong. Demacia was destroyed with a single punch! We ran away on the spot, and we haven't been able to contact Demacia ever since."
A single… a single punch… Li Mu took a deep breath.
Demacia was the number one taunt tank on the entire server and had a huge health pool. To be able to annihilate him with a single punch, how powerful must these enemies be ... However, soon, he started thinking about it.
He then replied quickly.
"This isn't necessarily a bad developnt! This guy, Demacia, might have started so kind of hidden plot mission again. You guys keep an eye on him ... I think he might be occupied at the mont, once he's free, he will definitely get back to us!"
After sending the ssage, Li Mu thought for a while. He then decided to tell Alice imdiately.
No matter how he viewed it, it would be impossible to deal with half-orcs with the current strength of the players! If need be, you had to ask the NPCs for help! His favourability with Alice was so high that even Cuckoo Bird was no match for him.
If one asked for help, he was sure that the kind-hearted saint would definitely not refuse them.
After taking another deep breath, Li Mu got up from the cushion he was sitting on.
"Lady Alice, I'm sorry to interrupt your lecture, but I have an urgent matter to tell you!"
… When the hood covering Demacia's head was taken off, he found himself in a dark cave.
He had been tied to an iron fra, and in front of him were a few half-orcs whose looks could make a child cry.
Blackstone, who had annihilated him with one punch, was present among them. So too was a half-orc priest wearing sheep's clothing.
A chill was sent down his spine when he realized that a group of burly creatures were surrounding him.
Especially scary was that bald guy Blackstone! Blackstone stepped forward and ripped the cloth out of his mouth.
As he could finally breathe again, Demacia exhaled deeply, only to sll the sickening stench in the cave. He nearly vomited. At that mont, the half-orc finally spoke.
"Speak. What are you doing in Florence? What are you plotting? Who is the mastermind behind you?"
Blackstone's voice was low and very oppressive.
Demacia was taken aback.
Eh? It didn't seem as if they were here to hunt elves ... Were they ... investigating what had happened in Florence?
His mind was still sharp, so he quickly figured out what it was all about. If he rembered correctly, the main followers of Ullr, the god of winter and hunting, were half-orcs. And the players had recently destroyed the incarnation of Ullr. Had they co here to revenge the old dude? Demacia felt that he understood everything now.
And at the sa ti, he suddenly thought of the main storyline.
"Act one: Ullr's conspiracy!"
Main storyline! He'd definitely triggered the main storyline! They weren't trying to get revenge for what the players had done to Ullr's reincarnation, were they?
Demacia's spirits were lifted.
"Speak!"
Black Stone grunted, then pulled a red-hot branding iron out of the campfire ... further away, Demacia also saw whips, wolf's-teeth clubs, iron truncheons, barbed knives and other tools. He twitched.
Was he... going to be tortured? He glanced at the pain adjustnt scale in the system interface. It was at 5%, which he thought was endurable.
A righteous person would not falter and confess.
Only the mighty and unyielding could maintain their heroic spirit
Besides, since it involved the main storyline, how could he, as the most devoted lapdog of the great Goddess, ever spill the beans? Thinking of this, he taunted the half-orc and flashed his white teeth.
"Good boy, call daddy. I… won't tell you anything."
"Tch…!"
A glint of anger flashed in Blackstone's eyes as he pressed the branding iron directly against Demacia's chest.
Along with the sizzling sound, a scent of burning at began to fill the air.
Demacia's eyes went wide for a split second, which was followed by a groan of unrestrained pleasure.
A few monts, he sighed quietly.
"This feels kinda comfortable… continue."
Blackstone was speechless.
Did this guy… really have such strong willpower? The half-orcs stared at him in surprise.
"Tch!" It's just a long ear with a big mouth!"
Blackstone tossed away the branding iron and grabbed a leather whip.
Demacia's eyelids twitched and he shouted: "Hey, you can hit anywhere except the face."
*Smack!*
Blackstone whipped his face.
Demacia: "..."
Blackstone went on to try all the torture thods that he had learned from the humans: beating him with sticks, cutting him up with knives, and denailing him ... but the elf in front of him continued to act unconcerned, as if he didn't feel anything.
He… really didn't care about the pain and injuries! Apart from when he whipped his face … Gradually, even Blackstone couldn't help but feel so respect for Demacia.
"You truly deserve to be a follower of the God of Death, to be able to face pain and death this calmly. Elf, you are a real warrior."
He grunted.
Listening to his words, Demacia was taken aback.
Wait ... God of Death? Wasn't he a follower of the Goddess? When did he suddenly beco a follower of the God of Death? Seeing the astonished look on Demacia's face, Blackstone sneered.
"Surprised?"
He put down the torture device down and asked:
"Actually, we already know what you are.
Speak. What are the God of Death and the underworld planning to do?"
"Death…the God of Death?"
Demacia's face turned strange.
Wait… wasn't there so huge misunderstanding at play here?
"Hehe, judging from your expression, do you finally admit it?" Blackstone sneered.
Demacia: "..."
"Would you believe if I told you I don't know anything about the God of Death?" he said, testing the waters.
"Hah."
Blackstone continued to sneer.
Demacia: "..."
"I really don't know anything about the God of Death…" he repeated sowhat glumly.
"Hah."
Blackstone was still sneering.
Demacia: "..."
After a while, he sighed.
"You know what …Fine … Forget it, I can't convince you guys, so I'll tell you the truth! The God of Death huh? I know everything ... it doesn't matter whether or not I tell you ..." Demacia's expression gradually grew serious.
As a result, the group of half-orcs also got serious.
Demacia suddenly raised his head, wearing a sowhat domineering expression. He then spoke in a gloomy voice:
"Actually, my real na is Thanos. I am a mber of Soul Society and the founder of the Gotei 13... My mission in Florence is to find the seven Dragon Balls in order to make a wish to Shenron, to obtain the Sharingan ninja eye technique and finally to find the One Piece treasure left behind by the legendary great pirate king Jack Sparrow!"
As the words poured out, Blackstone and the others listened, awestruck.
Soul Society? Gotei 13? The Dragon Balls? Sharingan? The One Piece treasure? What ... What the hell was all this …?
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Author's note
I'm quite sure I butchered so ani references but ehh sue
Thanos - Marvel universe
Soul Society and Gotei 13 - Bleach
Dragon balls - I an, this is an obvious one ...
Sharingan - Naruto bloodline trait stuff I didn't quite understand
One piece and the pirate king - yeah no surprises there, One Piece
Jack Sparrow - ...
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