Chapter 679 – 679. The Emperor’s Obsession
Ogryn was the first to find out that the Emperor would die in 180 days.
“I’m picking up a strange signal.”
“What is it?”
“It seems like a strange signal has been received from Eldia.”
Following Ogrin’s report, researchers in the research building focused on analyzing the signal.
It was soon discovered that the Emperor had sent a remote suicide signal to the Empire.
“You can’t stop it?”
“Of course it can be prevented. Should we stop in the middle?”
“Uh. Stop it. “We decide when that bitch dies.”
The Emperor was completely unaware that the signal he had sent had already been discovered by us. We also didn’t tell the emperor anything. It would be easier to fall into vain hope that way.
Those who originally had hope are easier to ruin.
The emperor, who did not realize that Hell’s technology was the best in the universe, would only wait for the day when he would die.
It’s so sad, what should I do? It’s been a long time since we caught up with the technology of the Eldar.
Thanks to this, the emperor, who was supposed to die in 180 days, had to be locked in the research building for nearly a year.
You probably don’t know. Because they continued to destroy my biological rhythm so that I couldn’t understand the passage of time at all. There was no way for him to realize that he had been locked up for a year.
In the end, obsessed with the vain hope of 180 days, the emperor waited in the laboratory for the day he would die.
“Did you take a picture of his face when he died?”
“Yes. “I also left it on video.”
“Good job.”
The emperor endured torture with the hope that he would be able to return home after 180 days.
It was quite funny that because I treated him kindly in the meantime, he completely fell for me later.
He even tried to hold my hand when I told him to surrender. You idiot.
You’ve probably completely broken your heart by now for not being able to hold my hand, right?
With this, the emperor can be said to have actually reached personal death.
If you meet me, your lower body will probably start shaking. I feel reassured reflexively, my uterus starts to tremble, and I want to be hugged.
Or they get caught up in anger and run wild. I’m going to try to commit suicide.
Because they destroyed the emperor for a year to make that happen.
Hehe.”
Playing with the emperor was quite fun.
The reaction of the people of the empire who saw the emperor’s video was also quite funny.
The emperor should have seen the expressions of the Eldar bastards suffering from a mixture of sympathy and distrust of the emperor.
Even if it were me, my faith would disappear when I saw the person who was the spiritual leader and the holder of absolute power being tortured and dragged around somewhere else.
What’s most exciting is that they instilled various eccentricities in the emperor over the course of a year.
You can see that the emperor has completely changed.
It took away all the masochistic tendencies that did not exist before, the desire to be preyed upon, and even mental stability through self-harm.
They’re just saying they made him mentally ill. It’s so fun. The fact that personality can be changed through torture was already discovered by the research group 10 years ago.
There was already research data on how to torture me to give me the personality disorder I wanted.
Thanks to this, we were able to transform the emperor into a fool that suited our tastes.
Hehe. Emperor-chan. “What are you doing right now?”
******
It’s been three days since I’ve been locked in the room.
I stopped eating and drinking and struggled to erase the memories of the past days.
However, those dark and frustrating memories did not disappear and remained as scars, causing pain.
“Keueuuuuu.”
Memories imprinted in the soul.
I wanted to erase it, but I had to pay a lot of price to erase it.
It can’t be erased. My body itches. Those crazy twin sisters must have released bugs into my body.
It’s itchy. Itchy, itchy. Hungry. Stop eating. Please don’t play it.
It feels like mushrooms are growing out of the pupils.
“Your Majesty!!!!”
Before I knew it, I was sinking the pencil into my palm.
Pain sets me free. Only this pain proved that I had escaped that place, that laboratory, and returned to my hometown.
I prayed every day. I want to go back.
But when you open your eyes, you will be in that place. There. I can see that wall.
I feel like my eyes are going to burn from the light.
I feel dizzy, nauseous, and feel so bad.
They keep smiling while looking at me.
“Your majesty. Me. I am by your side. It’s okay, Your Majesty. “Everything is okay now.”
“Caiman… Don’t blame me. Please don’t blame me…”
“I don’t hold any grudges. “It was the child’s decision for her sister to follow Her Majesty.”
“No. I. I asked you to come with me. It’s because of me. Kaisha is because of me… Kaiman. Blame me It’s my fault. Punish me I’m a sinner. This empire is rotten!!!!! Kyaaaaa!!!!!”
“Your Majesty…”
No one blames me.
No one questions me for my mistakes.
Everyone comforts me. They are only looking at my thoughts.
As if I were a god.
I’m just a bug.
In their situation, they were just objects of ridicule. In the research building, I was just a naked idiot.
Why are they holding me up as a god? Why? Why? Am I that good?
“To your Majesty’s spirit. It seems like quite a bit of trouble has been put in place.”
“I think I need to do sleep therapy.”
“What is your Majesty’s opinion?”
“Do you think Your Majesty is in a state where you can give a proper opinion right now? We need to start treatment right away.”
“I understand.”
Caught.
The result of repeated tantrums, self-harm, and crying.
Finally, my subjects.
My men dragged me away.
I can finally go back.
You are finally being sent to the research building. It’s clear that everyone can’t stand my behavior and is trying to punish me.
No. This was a dream from the beginning.
Yes, it was always that place when I opened my eyes.
“Laboratory. It’s a laboratory. “This is the research building, right?”
“No, Your Majesty. “This is the treatment room.”
“No. This is all a dream. I’m not dead yet. This is a dream. I have to hold his hand. We need to hold hands and ask for forgiveness. It’s my fault. If I sacrifice myself alone, the empire will not fall. The Eldan will not have to die.”
“Your majesty. “It’s time to go to bed.”
“Are you trying to put me to sleep again? You want to make it impossible to tell whether this is a dream or reality. But I know. All of this is a dream. When I open my eyes, he will smile at me and hold out his hand. That hand. I have to catch it.”
Last moment. Couldn’t surrender.
I had to surrender. I had to hold his hand unconditionally, reveal my sins, and ask for forgiveness.
There is no future for the Eldain.
The Manma will swallow everything.
We are finished. I am finished. The empire is approaching its end.
I can’t tell if this is still reality or a dream I’m dreaming.
“Your majesty. Are you out of your mind?”
“Caiman. Hmm. Sorry. “You showed me something I couldn’t show you.”
“Ah. Thank you, Your Majesty.”
I’m halfway back to my senses.
I am now fully aware that this is reality and that I have safely returned to my hometown.
Not everything is back to normal. However, I was able to stop falling into madness and struggling like I did before treatment.
“For a moment. Give me time to organize my thoughts.”
I defeated my subjects and entered my bedroom.
Then, I took out my work fan and slapped my palm down.
“Ugh…”
A tingling pain is felt.
Ah. I felt a little calm.
Through this, I was able to understand my current condition a little more closely.
“You have imprinted a strange quirk into your soul. Damn you.”
If I don’t harm myself, I feel anxious.
I also developed paranoia and self-loathing. I also develop social phobia, so I get dizzy when three or more subjects gather together.
In addition, many new strange desires that are difficult to express in words have arisen.
“More than anything… The most serious thing is…”
Even now, at this very moment, I really miss the guy who made me like this.
I feel like I’m going crazy. It feels like the egg keeps coming out even though it’s not ovulation.
Male body clones could no longer be used. I can no longer accept myself as a man and not as a woman.
It’s all because of him. Originally, I didn’t care about gender.
When I wanted to be a man, I acted like a man.
When I wanted to be a woman, I acted like one.
But now it has to be a woman.
Above all.
“No matter what. “I’m not satisfied.”
I can’t be satisfied without him.
I have to meet him again. I have to meet the guy who made me like this again.
‘You have to go and surrender. You have to ask me to accept you. If you refuse…’
I will kill you. If I kill him, I will die too. You have to take responsibility for ruining me like this.
Representation? Victory? The end?
It doesn’t matter. Because this is for my self-satisfaction.
The Apostle of Ten Thousand Demons must support me for the rest of my life.
If you don’t want to do that, just die.
If you don’t have me, just die and disappear.
If you don’t have me, I will kill you. And I’m going to die too.
“Prepare the clone.”
“How many times should I prepare?”
“Model number 22. By Rachel. A lot.”
I will approach you in a familiar way.
Just wait. I’ll push you until you accept it.
******
Jang Jojun was smiling.
He vaguely expected that the emperor would repeat his suicide and rebirth while suffering extreme trauma because of him.
He didn’t know.
Conversely, he was bitten by the emperor.
Okay. The Emperor of the Eldain was a more persistent being than Jojun Jang could have imagined.
She planned to hold Jang Jojun responsible for destroying her.
I was no longer interested in the final victory or the outcome of the game.
The emperor will move solely to own Jang Jo-jun.
The relationship between rivals trying to kill each other degenerated into a one-sided obsession.
“Let’s go to Erebos soon.”
“We were going to the Jubak Palace.”
“That’s right.”
Meanwhile, Jojun Jang was preparing to enter Erebos to tame Cysiria.
To tame the owner of Zubak Palace, who had maintained a rebellious attitude ever since the first contract was signed.
The apostle of Ten Thousand Demons decided to crawl into the abyss himself.
