I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal Chapter 550 - 333 Continent, Descending from the Sky2

Facing such a powerful being, the old man realized that all his plans, all his defenses, were futile, just like a child’s sandcastle unable to withstand the onslaught of the waves.

His eyes were filled with regret and helplessness, seemingly offering a silent apology to the world, and begging for a forgiveness he didn’t deserve.

But at this ti, any remorse was too late; he could only wait for the unknown yet inevitable fate to co.

His thoughts were in chaos, nurous images flashing through his mind, including past glories and future despair.

No matter how influential he had once been behind the world’s mightiest nations, at this mont he felt more helpless than anyone else.

Knowing his life was nearing its end, and unwilling to relinquish his imnse power and status to lie beneath the earth, he had opted for a greedy and perilous attempt in his impatience.

He had considered the conservative contact policy decided by the collective will of the nation, but such a thod would take too long to bring any benefits.

His only hope was to receive an occasional reward from his master, Chen Yun, as he diligently served like a dog.

And even those rewards might not necessarily keep him alive.

He couldn’t wait, so he took a risky gamble.

Ultimately, greed brought its own cost.

He had never imagined that death could co so close so suddenly.

The sensation made his heart race like a drum, each beat like a countdown to the end of his life.

He struggled to regulate his breathing, but the air seed to thin, each breath an effort, like struggling for survival at high altitude.

"I..."

The old man wanted to say sothing.

But couldn’t.

His lips were cracked, and only a hoarse sound erged from his throat.

Like the final plaintive cry of a dying beast, wholly lacking the composure and confidence he once had when directing strategies.

Yet his desire to live made him persist, "I know I was wrong!"

"From now on, the Brev Family will be your most loyal subordinates, generation after generation! Assisting you in ruling this unruly world!"

His words

were spoken with exceptional force.

It was a performance with all the energy he could muster before his death.

Most importantly, he spoke in Chinese.

Clearly, this old man known as Larrenz Brev was utterly terrified of death.

However,

Chen Yun had no intention whatsoever of being swayed by his sche.

Looking at the old man so eager to demonstrate his loyalty before him, Chen Yun simply smiled and patted his face, saying, "Senseless fool."

"You don’t know you’re wrong; you just know you’re about to die."

As the words fell,

the old man’s gaze suddenly hardened.

Before he could react, he felt the surroundings change in an instant.

He still lay in a hospital bed.

But the floating continent was gone.

The scenery around him had turned into a dark, enclosed room.

This room, or rather this dream interrogation chamber, was entirely constructed by Chen Yun’s will.

The walls were black as ink, allowing not a single ray of light to penetrate, with only a dimly lit lamp hanging from the ceiling to barely illuminate this cramped space.

The bloodstains on the walls suggested the countless cruel events that had occurred there.

The floor was made of cold tal, strewn with various tools of interrogation: chains, shackles, and devices designed to inflict pain, all lying quietly as if awaiting a new "guest."

The air was filled with the stench of decay, mixed with the acrid sll of rust and sweat, inducing nausea.

In the center of the interrogation room was a steel table, covered with scratches and dents, clearly bearing the marks of nurous interrogations and struggles.

Opposite the table sat a blurred figure.

That was Chen Yun.

His image there could change with his mood but always exuded an intangible pressure.

Larrenz Brev found himself restrained to a cold hospital bed by chains.

Both his wrists and ankles were firmly fixed, leaving him completely immobilized.

From ti to ti, chilling sounds echoed around, either the distant moans of agony or the grinding screech of a slowly opening iron door.

These sounds reverberated in the quiet, each one slicing his heart like a blade, making him feel he had plunged into an endless dark abyss.

Chen Yun’s voice rose again, calm yet commanding, each word striking his heart with the weight of a sledgehamr:

"Now, let’s start talking."

...

Ti in the dream flew by swiftly.

Even though Chen Yun hadn’t asked anything yet, Larrenz Brev in the dream interrogation room was already confessing to nearly wetting the bed several tis.

Chen Yun had no real interest in interrogation.

He simply intended to tornt the old Immortal.

In the dream,

he could create any scenario he desired and adjust the multiples of pain Larrenz Brev would endure. He could also revive him when he beca numb and save him at the brink of ntal collapse.

Combined with ti flowing at a speed of one minute to an hour, it beca an exquisite ans of torture.

By the ti he ended it out of boredom,

ten days had passed in the dream.

Four hours had elapsed in reality.

For four hours this vast expanse of land had hung in Space, leaving the watching major countries in a prolonged silence.