Nah, fuck this guy! He can go to hell for all I care! Fuck you! You motherfucker!
I knew I had nothing to lose since, regardless of what I did, I was still going to die anyway. So why not give it my all and fight till the end? Who cares about losing at this point? The truth was, I needed to release the pent-up anger that had been building inside for so long. Holding it in for too long wasn’t healthy for my mind, so I figured letting it out would be better as it would bring so peace and satisfaction. After all, I had nothing to lose at this point.
The Beastmaster guy’s expression twisted into a cold sneer as he stared at , his eyes flickering with sothing between amusent and rage.
"You really think that kind of behavior will save you, huh?" His voice was cold, calm, and full of that irritating superiority. "You think screaming at , cursing , is going to change anything? No. You’re just an idiot who doesn’t know your place. Rember, you don’t get to make the rules here. You’re just another ant crawling on my island."
"Then do whatever the hell you want!" I spat, trying to sound tougher than I felt. "I’m done playing your stupid gas anyway!"
SLAP!!!
Out of nowhere, he slapped hard across my right cheek, his anger exploding without warning. I guess he didn’t like talking back at him. "Watch your mouth, you fucking ant!" he yelled.
Before I could say another word again, he grabbed my tongue aggressively and imdiately ripped it off without rcy.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaghh!!!" I couldn’t help but scream in agony as the intense pain of having my tongue ripped off hit .
Ugh! That fucking hurts! Goddammit!
"Kekeke! Bet you can’t talk properly now without your tongue intact," he said, clapping his hands. "Good! Now, let’s play the ga of pain for a bit. Ah, don’t worry. Once I’m satisfied, I’ll let you go. The best you can do right now is to be obedient and not resist. The more you resist, the more pain you’ll experience."
Hearing his words, I slowly raised my gaze toward the vast, beautiful sky and quietly accepted my fate. At this point, I no longer cared. I had already co to terms with the reality that there was no escape from this nightmare. Resistance felt futile, and the thought of struggling further only seed to deepen the pain.
Oh well, fuck it! I figured I had no choice but to just endure it for now. The tongue he had brutally ripped off from earlier, he carelessly tossed toward the Sky Dragon, who swiftly devoured it without hesitation.
"Seeing that you’re not talking, I’d assu you’ve accepted your fate, huh? Well, that’s for the best. After all, struggling is pointless, as nothing you do will help you escape from ," he said, a smug grin on his face, as if he was genuinely enjoying watching feeling hopeless. It was as if he thrived on the idea of giving up, and my despair sohow pleased him.
This fucking idiot! Doesn’t he realize that without a tongue, a person can’t have a proper conversation? So even if I wanted to respond, it’s not like I could anyway. Alright, dumbass, just stop talking and move on with whatever twisted desire you’ve got already!
Fuck! Just hurry up and start!
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Unknown to how much ti had passed, perhaps fifteen or thirty minutes. My body finally reached its limits. Both my legs and arms had been ripped off, and even so of my organs were missing. However, none of it went to waste. Instead, the Beastmaster fed it to his pet bears and his other animals. In the end, I was tortured, toyed with, and ultimately consud. I had beco nothing more than a plaything for his pets, devoured piece by piece.
Eventually, the world around slowly turned to darkness, and the last thing I rembered was the Beastmaster telling the Sky Dragon to toss off this floating island. I could still feel myself falling, my body twisting through the thick air. The sky blurred as I plunged downward, and below, the vast ocean stretched out, filled with all kinds of terrifying sea monsters waiting for . The only thing that remained the whole ti was my head, while the rest of my body had been consud by his animals.
SPLASH!
I heard the loud splash of my head hitting the seawater, and in that mont, my consciousness slipped away completely. Everything turned into total darkness, like I was falling into a void. No more pain, no more suffering—just the quiet of death. All the fear and tornt were gone, and I knew I was sinking, lost in the endless ocean.
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BLINK!
I’m not really sure what happened, but suddenly, I found myself in so strange fantasy world setting. Along with that, these weird, unfamiliar mories started popping up—mories of soone I’ve never t before, yet felt oddly familiar.
He looked exactly like —black hair, crimson-red eyes, and standing about 6 feet tall, more or less the sa height as . Every detail matched my own, except for one crucial difference: his na was "Ragnar." It felt as though my very existence had been mirrored in soone I had never encountered, leaving with a sense of disorientation and an inexplicable connection to this mysterious figure.
A-Am I dreaming?!
What the hell is going on?! Where are these strange mories coming from?! I couldn’t help but feel utterly overwheld and disoriented. I was absolutely sure I was dead earlier, so I shouldn’t have any consciousness left. Yet, sohow, my awareness feels strangely active right now.
Furthermore, these bizarre mories—mories of a life I don’t rember—just keep piling up, driving absolutely insane. What is all of this? How am I even here, alive and thinking, when I shouldn’t be?
It was then at this ti, I could hear soone calling out to loudly. "Ragnar! Ragnar! Ragnar!" It was a woman’s voice, filled with warmth and affection, almost like a mother’s love.
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