Chapter 677 – 677. D-179
How long have you been left unconscious?
I don’t know. I lost my mind with my arms and legs bound.
‘The Apostle of Ten Thousand Demons…’
It is not visible.
The laboratory was dark.
The apostle of Manma who had harassed and insulted me had already disappeared.
“Ugh.”
The groin and other genitals feel hot and painful, like a dull ringing sensation.
Because she had been treated roughly, there were bruises here and there on her body and her sore skin was painful.
“Shit. Damn you bastard. I’ll kill you. I’m going to kill you. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck…”
I couldn’t help but curse.
I had such a strong desire to kill my enemy, who played with me like a Dutch wife and left me like this.
More than anything, I feel so ashamed of myself as I was hugged by that damn bastard and trembled.
A sense of shame is gnawing away at my soul.
I hate myself so much that I want to die.
‘But a day must have passed, right? If it stays like this for 180 days. My mind might not be able to handle it.’
I had to check how much time had passed.
However, there was not a clock in the room, nor even an object that could tell the passage of time.
The device that binds my body and the light that shines like it burns my eyes.
And because the only mirror that clearly looked like a magic mirror.
‘I can’t do this. The accuracy may be slightly lower. Right now, we have no choice but to understand the biological rhythm and measure time.’
As a result of checking the biological clock built into the clone… It was found that approximately 7 hours had passed since it was captured in the laboratory.
7 hours.
Only 7 hours have passed?
Of course, it is true that accuracy is low.
There will be an error of approximately 2 hours.
2 hour margin of error.
That means only about 5 to 9 hours have passed.
Even at maximum measurement, not even 10 hours had passed.
If you measure it at the minimum, only 5 hours have passed.
Time passes slowly.
I decided that it was too unreasonable to handle the entire 180 days like this.
‘If you change to forced sleep mode…’
In the end, I decided that it was impossible to endure 180 days with sober mind.
I don’t think there’s any more information to be gained here.
While I was alone, I decided to go into forced sleep mode to make the time pass as quickly as possible.
Of course, they don’t seem to want me to sleep.
Rattling.
“What. Are you going to sleep again?”
“I can’t. “I need to clean it.”
The moment I was about to close my eyes, the door to the laboratory opened, and two women came inside.
Twin sisters with similar facial features but completely different hair colors.
Both of them are women in the database.
‘Those women.’
Commonly known as the Tormentor Twins.
Ella, a madwoman with black hair.
Bella with depressed blonde hair.
I have heard rumors about the two women.
They say they torture captured targets in various ways.
Moreover, it wasn’t even torture to extract information.
Simple play.
They bully women because it’s fun to see them struggling.
“Lol. “The Emperor’s eyes are full of fear?”
“We came because today is the first day. “You shouldn’t be scared already.”
“Someone else will come tomorrow? “You’ll miss us then, right?”
Hehe. I’m kidding. Joke. You can rest assured. “We’re just going to clean and then leave.”
The two people brought a bucket and a mop, smiling as if to ease the tension.
Fortunately, it looks like they didn’t come in to torture.
But is it really possible that someone else comes to visit every day?
You have decided to use me as a plaything.
“Wow. The floor is full of semen. Whose semen is it?”
“I know. Lol. “Whose semen is it?”
“Weren’t you gang raped by test subjects?”
Hehe! The emperor of the semen toilet who was gang-raped by test subjects. “It’s funny.”
Haha!”
The two people started cleaning with a smile.
The atmosphere looks good.
Thank goodness.
I was afraid of what kind of humiliation I would experience.
I really came here just to clean.
“By the way. “Bella unnie.”
“Huh? “What’s wrong, Ella?”
“This. “Is this the test subject’s semen?”
“Huh? “Then you know?”
“No. Sniff. Hmm. “Does it smell familiar?”
“Okay? Then you will know when you eat it.”
“Eh. No. “How can you eat the test subject’s semen when it’s dirty?”
“Right? Then let’s ask. Excuse me. “Emperor Sister.”
“Huh.?”
“This. Whose semen is it?”
The look in his eyes changed.
If you answer wrong, it’s over.
‘Crazy. The eyes are full of shadows. The information about him being an apostle of the King of Darkness was true.’
The King of Darkness is a god who is especially good at espionage in the Battle of Ten Thousand Demons.
If you spy, you will be tortured. These two people seem to be apostles of the King of Darkness.
No, in the first place, why don’t you know that this semen is the semen of the apostle of Manma?
They even broadcasted it.
Is this really a trap?
What kind of answer should I give?
‘What should I say? What answer do you want? Is it true? Or is it a lie? ‘It would be better for survival to say that it is the test subject’s semen, right?’
I decided on an answer.
They both seem to be jealous now, so let’s lie and say it’s the test subject’s semen.
‘Stabilize the biological rhythm as much as possible…’
Don’t let anyone know you’re lying.
At this rate, I will never be caught lying.
Because he is controlling the body with such precision that even the power cannot detect it.
“That is the test subject’s semen.”
“Hmm. Really?”
“Okay. “Is that true?”
“Hmm. I see.”
Was it successful?
Both seem to have been convinced.
Thank goodness. It was good to say that it wasn’t the devil’s semen.
“Liar.”
“Huh?”
“No matter how you look at it, the viscosity and smell are yours.”
“Tsk tsk tsk. Hmm. Yes, the taste and scent are the same as yours.”
“What. Did you copulate with your master? “The two of us in this small room?”
“Hmm. Hmm. Why did you lie? “Why did you try to hide it?”
“Are we in check now?”
“Isn’t it funny that you fucked with the owner and pretended not to?”
“Okay. Did you think lying would work in the first place? Why did you think such a stupid idea? No, why did you try to hide it? I’m asking. “Why aren’t you answering?”
“No. “Why did you ask if you knew anyway?”
I feel like I’m going crazy.
He acted like he was going to explode with jealousy, so I denied it.
From the beginning, these two women knew that this semen was the semen of the apostle of Manma.
‘They glared at me as if I would kill them if I didn’t tell them a lie! Now you can say that I lied!’
Was there ever a right answer in the first place?
If I told the truth, they would have teased me and said I was jealous, asking if I was bragging.
If you lie, they will harass you and ask why you lied instead of telling the truth.
I was just planning on harassing you anyway.
“Eight!”
“The emperor needs to be scolded!”
“Sleep!!!!”
Bella took her iron and carved her sigil on her stomach, and Ella took out her knife and started cutting and scribbling on her body.
“It hurts!!!!”
The pain rose up and turned into a good feeling.
Because this damned body is designed to feel pain and suffering as pleasure.
‘No!’
I am becoming addicted to the pain.
I’m getting used to the pain.
Soon your mind will make an error, and you will perceive that pain is the greatest pleasure.
‘No. If you develop self-harm addiction, it’s the end…!’
The emperor of self-harm addiction.
“Eight! Eight!”
“Cut off your finger!”
“Open your mouth!!! Pull out your tongue!!!”
The two crazy twins started smashing my body like a toy.
Cleaning was already an afterthought.
Both of them went crazy and destroyed my body in all kinds of ways.
Eyes and fingers were pulled out, ears and nose were cut off.
He stuck a knife into her mouth and cut her tongue in half.
Soon, the limbs were cut off with a saw and the stomach was cut open with a cutter.
It’s not just pain, it’s pain that crushes the brain.
They are all replaced by pleasure and explode the neurons.
“Haa… Haa…”
Am I alive now?
How many hours have passed?
I don’t know.
My biological clock is broken.
I no longer know how many hours have passed in here.
Rattling.
“This. “I told them to clean it, but they made an even bigger mess.”
The door opened.
The twin sisters had disappeared before we knew it.
A new person walked inside.
“Hey. Emperor. “Are you alive?”
“Ugh. Ugh.”
“Consciousness remains.”
The new person who arrived was a woman with brilliant platinum hair.
A benevolent atmosphere. Who was this woman?
‘Ah.’
The moment I realized who it was, a feeling of despair welled up deep in my heart.
The woman standing in front of me right now is not a benevolent angel.
“Okay then, let’s start the healing. Please be patient. “I will restore it to its original state in no time.”
A saint possessed by Manmajeon.
Anna Green. She summoned a book that appeared to be her law book and began to restore her body.
Her torn off arms and legs are regenerated.
All of her pulled out eyes and teeth were restored.
Her cut ears and nose were also restored to their original condition.
Soon, her recovery was complete when even her torn stomach and half-emptied intestines were filled.
“Ruler. Now it’s perfect. I can be discharged from the hospital. Right?”
A saint smiling over a puddle of blood.
Fragments of what was once a part of my body are lying on the floor.
A body that was regenerated just fine.
The saint picked me up from the floor and tied my arms and legs to the wall.
“Tsk. Great. Someone else will come to clean the room soon. Even if it stinks, just be patient. “You know, right?”
“Save me… Save me…”
“Yes? Oh, my. “It’s difficult to ask for something like that.”
“I-I can’t hold on any longer. W-This place is strange. I don’t even know how many hours have passed. Everyone is crazy.”
“No way. You can’t be this harsh. You are the emperor. Furthermore, you have to persevere.”
“Oh, no. No. “No.”
She had never suffered such torture in her life.
I have experienced everything before and after birth.
This was the first time that he had been unilaterally captured and not even treated as a prisoner, and his body had repeatedly collapsed and been restored.
“Okay then, I’ll go again. See you next time.”
Have you ever been this afraid of asking to meet again next time?
How much more broken will he be by the time he meets that woman again?
“Off. Kwaaaaa…”
I didn’t even have the strength to scream.
Time passes.
When I couldn’t tell how much had passed, the door opened again.
“Wow, the smell. It smells like meat. Wow.”
The new woman who came in was one with purple hair.
Who was the author?
Ah. Keker. A deadly beast.
“I told you to clean it first, so I guess I should clean it.”
Is it really this time that a normal person came in?
“Before that, the emperor. Can I have a taste? “I’ve never eaten emperor meat before.”
A monster smiling with its teeth exposed.
She immediately took out her dagger from her pocket.
“The Emperor’s Sixth Session. Chureup. “Just imagining it makes my mouth water.”
The knife.
It burrowed into my flesh.
It’s cut.
It was torn.
“Yum.”
It works.
Get eaten.
Soon, masked men entered the room and prepared a grill, a pot, and a brazier.
“Cleaning is also done after eating. Isn’t it? Oh, can I call my friends? I guess I’ll have to have a company dinner for the first time in a while.”
Get eaten.
I was eaten until I was about to die. It will work again.
I closed my eyes while watching the legs being smoked.
