“Emperor Michael?” I noted the high level person approaching before they spoke. Well high level compared to everyone else. They were around combat level 4 with their stats. So not a threat to . I made sure to step to the side, so I wasn’t between my air boat and this new arrival. They had their hands up and to their sides.
“Yes,” I replied, while looking around.
“ssage delivery,” the man said. A ssage. Soone had chosen to wait around in this hell.
“Took a while to show up in the plaza,” I replied.
“Ah, well you showed up during the arrival. I don’t like to be around when that happens,” the man said with a shrug and held out a thick letter.
“Who is it from?” I asked.
“I report to a person, who pays to keep watch on this city, and to deliver you a letter. No idea about their na,” the man said. It was Clarissa playing gas, but she might have useful information. I took the letter from the man. “Also to stick around, if you want to hold onto a reply.”
Emperor Michael,
This is Michelle. Code epsilon seven red two. I require your help as soon as possible with your mother. I need soone with higher stats who can get so specific crafting crystals to make a device to fix what was done to her.
Michelle
It was good, very good. Except that I had already contacted Michelle. Qi Ji Long, you are still playing gas. He probably wanted to waste ti and lure into a trap. Michelle was not going to show her face again for a long ti. Until there was confirmation Qi Ji Long was dead, I was alive, and things had cald down.
This was clearly a desperate move by a desperate child. It stank of failure and a weak attempt to target . I went over to the store pillar and purchased so paper and a pen. I then wrote out my reply.
Qi Ji Long,
You are a bastard both literally and figuratively. I gave you a chance as a kid. The hope being that you would grow up as a balanced individual with so semblance of rationality. Even if you didn’t like , we could have gone our separate ways and you didn’t have to ss with , killing thousands and dooming millions.
You are just as bad as your mother, the Divine Empress. You should thank , your daddy, for putting down that crazy bitch. Her screams as she lted were quite enjoyable. I don’t think I have heard anything sweeter in my life.
As much as a horrible leader the Divine Empress was, she at least was no coward like you. I know you won’t co out and face in a direct fight. You will try your traps and sches. But you are stupid and weak. They will never succeed. Heck, you lost to Michelle in a fight. She is good, don’t get wrong, but she is my subordinate and you lost to her.
You are pathetic. I only write this letter so you know how useless you are and everything you will have done, is just a pointless waste of ti. If your mother was around, she would tell you to motivate yourself for all your failures, but you are too much of a coward to do even that.
I am not hiding, but you won’t dare co near . I look forward to your traps and other pointless sches, which I will crush. Since I am strong and you, you aren’t even weak. You are a worm. Not a dragon. A worm living in the mud living off of the waste that leaves my body and I have no interest in. A bottom feeder of the lowest order.
You destroying my Empire, only made stronger by the way. Now there is less of a burden holding back from getting stronger. The only way you have truly weakened is making write this letter listing out how much of a complete loser you are. In fact you are the first Super Loser of the Systemic Lands. You had everything handed to you, but you still lose. Your ta-points were wasted. Your life has been wasted. And you can’t even get revenge properly.
Living Well,
Your Daddy Who Spanks You
This letter was guaranteed to make whover it was written to fall into an insane rage. The level of takedowns included in the letter were brutal. My hope was when he read this he would set up a trap when I ca back to this city again. That just ant he would waste more ti trying to deal with , while I just got stronger.
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There was nothing Qi Ji Long could do to defeat . He might be able to annoy by destroying the air boat, but he would still risk revealing himself. The fact he hadn’t done a trap this ti, showed he wasn’t confident in his ability to defeat . Or at least attack while remaining undetected.
This letter was designed to correct things. Once he read it, the rage he would feel would be imnse. I carefully folded up the letter and then sealed it. I then purchased a small chest and put the letter inside. “Dylan, grab about a hundred thousand,” I said.
“Got it,” he replied. Dylan ca back off the airship with around hundred thousand in crystals. I then handed the crystals and the letter inside the chest to the ssenger.
“A delivery fee. Make sure it makes its way back,” I said.
“No problem. I was already paid, but I will make sure,” he replied. Now that I was close and looking at the man. I could see sothing inside his head. It was foreign energy. I looked for a connection leaving him but couldn’t locate one. This was definitely not Michelle. That was all the confirmation I needed that this wasn’t even Clarissa’s doing.
A clever ploy, but I wasn’t going back to dealing with stuff for anything. The fact that Qi Ji Long hadn’t even pretended to write a letter from my mother was stupid. Sure, we had codes, but that didn’t an we didn’t have brains to think through the situation as well.
Another sign of weakness. Well hopefully, the rage he would experience would weaken him further. It made wonder if I could actually kill a person from sheer rage. If I made Qi Ji Long made enough, would he sohow kill himself? Now that was an interesting question to consider. I was going to try regardless, since he didn’t dare show his face in front of . That was smart, but I wasn’t about to tell him that.
“Let’s go,” I told Dylan and leapt onto the air boat. We took off.
“So, what was that letter about, if I can ask?” Dylan asked once we cleared the city.
“A weak ploy by a weak boy. Qi Ji Long was pretending to be Michelle to try and create a trap for . It was stupid. My letter insulted him, called him out, questioned his ancestry, and enrage him to an unholy degree. I hope the last one happens. Next ti we co back, there will probably be an ambush of so kind,” I said. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NoveIꜰire
“But we are still going back?” Dylan asked.
“Yes. I avoided his trap before, but this ti I will run right into whatever he has planned. But we will cash out the points in another city first. Then fly to New Delhi. I don’t take crystals out of the chests to cash them in. So even if we are interrupted mid-way through the point turn in process, it won’t matter.”
“Clever,” Dylan said.
“Basic safety precautions. I am not about to lose fifty days of grinding to an upset man baby, with too much power, who is throwing a tantrum.”
“Wow, those are so strong words,” Dylan said.
“They are, since Qi Ji Long really annoys . I understand why he is fighting like he has been, but it is incredibly annoying. And he killed my friends, your friends too. He has killed thousands and dood millions. While the Empire of Purgatory wasn’t perfect, we were trying. It was civilization. We had an answer to the population crisis. Now it is all ruined. He has a lot to answer for.” He ruined my friendship with Clarissa, which was sothing I had treasured greatly.
If I got my hands on him. His suffering would be legendary. I would make the deepest, darkest pit I could find. Then I would make sure he had no feet. Then I would leave him down there in the dark, sending food and water down that was poisoned so he would have explosive diarrhea. The goal would be to eventually kill him with his own feces. The food and water would be tossed down, so it would mix in with whatever was on the floor, forcing it all to mix togeather. If he wanted to live he would have to eat stuff covered in his own shit.
Death was too good for him. Even extre torture was too good for Qi Ji Long. Apparently, he didn’t get the mo about how much I had tortured the Avatar. He probably thought I would just kill him or sothing pedestrian, like skinning him. The pit would be in a level 7 area as well, so there was no chance of escape.
I was more than happy to watch him suffer day after day. I would grind, then visit him to give him his daily supplies. I had no doubt he would cling to life, trying to sche his way out of such a situation, but I doubted it would work. It would be too far to tunnel out, and I planned to check on him daily. I wanted despair to be etched into his very soul.
This kind of revenge plan wasn’t productive in the slightest, but Qi Ji Long was at the top of a very short list. There were people who annoyed , people who pissed off, and then a new category for people who were going to regret life itself.
If I had rats or there were actual bugs in the Systemic Lands, I could have gotten even more creative, but I didn’t want to be repetitive and copy what past nations on Earth had done to torture people. I wanted sothing uniquely my own. The worst punishnt of all, the Shit Pit.
I would also tell him, if he lived long enough to fill up the pit with his shit to climb out, then he would be free to go. That was never going to happen, but it would give him so hope instead of committing suicide. He would keep his hands, but I would be removing his feet for sure. Hands were useful for eating, feet were useful for running away. He wouldn’t be doing any running once I was done with him.
This was why you didn’t piss off enough to make think about what kind of torture you actually deserved instead of just lting you. I would write a book about this as well and pay people to make copies to spread it about everywhere. What happened to the boy who thought he could defeat , a tale of caution.
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