Chapter 198 – 198. Let’s Meet in Hell

“Kuaaaaa”

“Don’t be quiet! Shut up!!”

“Ph, please! Stop!!! Just Kill Me!!!”

“What? Just kill? Why me!! Why!!”

The surroundings were already covered with Helen’s spilled blood. Because the torture has already been going on for a long time.

The firm determination to never give in to the opponent had already disappeared. Helen felt like she was going crazy.

Until she stabbed her shoulder with her dagger, she thought she would be able to last this long. However, she felt more pain than dying, and as soon as her wounds healed, Helen realized that her opponent was a human specializing in torture, and she despaired.

From then on, in the midst of merciless violence and torture, Helen was gradually cut down. In the end, her resolution, which she had at first, was fleeting, and from the middle she begged to be saved.

However, despite her desperate cry, the only answer that came back was Jo Joon’s rough hand movements that silently ripped off the skin.

Helen couldn’t stand it and begged Ella, Bella, and Cheshire to help her.

Of course, they didn’t answer anything.

Cheshire was not particularly impressed because he had seen this level of torture several times while wandering around the black market, and Ella and Bella were already slaves to Jo Joon, so they could not disobey him.

Eventually, she slowly crumbled away, feeling the stillness within her group. The pain in her body and her hopelessness that no one would help her quickly broke her down.

At that time, Cheshire, who was looking at his watch, grabbed Cho Joon’s shoulder.

“June. We need to get ready now.”

“Ah… Cheshire. Whoa… I’m sorry. I am so excited.”

After apologizing to Cheshire, Cho Joon lifts the rags-to-rag Helen with her tentacles and rips off both of her legs.

“Kiaaaaa”

“You can’t walk anyway. What are you wearing it for?”

“Kuheuuuuu…”

Grabbing her leg, Helen shed tears of blood.

At this point, she should have died of shock, but because of the unknown stimulant Cheshire put in her throat in the middle, she couldn’t even die and only felt her pain.

On the other hand, Jo Joon roughly healed Helen’s leg, who kept begging for death while shedding bloody tears, and then dragged her dead body down the twisted alley. He then tore off her corpse’s legs.

It was the legs of an unknown Yi tribe with horseshoes. It was like a satyr’s leg.

“Okay then, let’s finish it soon.”

As Joon tortured Helen, he sensed that she had some nerve left in her leg.

If so, he judged that healing would be possible with the rising flesh, and his judgment was correct.

Aim put her hand on Helen’s back and used the filling flesh to forcibly restore her nerves.

He had no intention of carrying Helen on his back, so he decided to tear off her skinny, useless legs and put new ones on his back.

“The owner who even fixes the handicap. Be grateful for the rest of your life.”

He grinned as he touched Helen’s forehead as she knelt. Having thus completely lost her will, Helen became Jo Joon’s slave.

Aim had already dissipated much of his anger at missing Roy.

The reason was no different.

‘A wonderful offering…’

It was because the picky Indicron wanted Roy’s soul. Indicron picked up the soul of Roy, who would scream and despair at his broken sister, and demanded it.

An offering directly desired by Indicron, who grimaces, saying that most offerings are tasteless, this is precious. Even so, she was trying to repay her for consuming a lot of her causal rate due to her basement attack this time. So, this was a very good opportunity.

‘Please come to Hell, Roy. I will show you your broken sister.’

Aiming forced Helen, who was still drooling without coming to her senses, to stand up and move to Cheshire’s base.

He escaped the black market, thinking about how to deal with the converts of the pantheon he would encounter in the Maw.

I didn’t even think about losing. Rather, he only thought that the opportunity had come to definitively cut down the power of the Mansinjeon.

******

Roy managed to escape. He would have died or been enslaved if he was a little later, but he was barely able to escape the black market because of his sister’s sacrifice.

“Ahhhhh!!!!!”

Roy, whose leg had been cut off, struggled in pain and screamed for his throat to be slit.

At the sound of his thunderous screams, those who had been waiting for the return of the black market search party rushed in unison.

“Roy!!! Damn this!!! Saint!!! Saint!! Holy lady!!!”

Michael, the white supremacist who is the brain and great sage of the camp, who is the first to step out when something happens, calls on Saint Anna as he sees Roy dying.

“Joe, be patient!”

At that time, Anna heard her commotion and hurriedly ran to heal Roy’s leg, and Roy, who was pouring out her blood, miraculously survived.

Afterwards, Roy fainted and Michael ‘sees through’ the fainting Roy.

“What is this…”

In Michael’s eyes, Roy was under a curse more terrible than any curse he had ever seen.

“Everyone… Everyone, back away.”

The people walk away from Roy at Michael’s warning. Only the saintess Anna and Michael himself were left by his side.

“Why..? Is it a curse again?”

“This… Is more like a contract than a curse. A contract with the devil, too.”

“What..?”

“I’ll arrest him first… And as soon as he wakes up, I’ll ask him what happened inside.”

At Michael’s words, Anna frowned at her. Soon after, several giants restrained Roy, who had fallen, and moved him to the hospital room.

******

Approximately 12 hours after Roy passed out.

Lying in a hospital bed, he barely regained consciousness, and upon hearing that he had regained consciousness, Michael, who could be said to be the practical manager of the survivor camp, came to the hospital room.

And that wasn’t all. Several of the Awoken, accompanied by Michael, stood around Roy silently and looked down at him.

Roy was slightly taken aback by the intimidating atmosphere.

“Hey Roy.”

“Ah… Michael… What the hell is this? Why.. A chain on my body..”

“Signs of the devil have been detected in you. We imprisoned you to protect us. You could call it self-defense.”

“Wait a minute! It’s all for a reason!”

Roy struggled to protest with a split neck. This is because he was suspected of being a follower of the devil and had chains wrapped around his body.

“Okay? It would be good to answer properly what the reason is. Hey Erickson!”

“Yes. It’s already activated. I’m doing well on my own, so please don’t shout.”

A black man wearing a black mask answered Michael’s call bluntly.

He was watching Roy with false detection activated. Michael was obviously a white supremacist, but he didn’t reject the able-bodied.

It was just a personal preference.

“Roy. Ericsson will judge your words. Now lies don’t work. So it would be better to tell the truth unconditionally.”

At Michael’s warning, Roy swallowed dryly.

The fact that the judge of the survivor camp, where thousands of people live, came out was because he said that he would execute the death penalty if he thought it was a danger to the survivor camp after accurately covering the right and wrong.

“Then the first question. Why did you make a contract with the devil?”

“That was the condition of handing over the cracked ankh!”

“Condition? Did you mean to put your minions in our camp as a condition of handing over the Ankh?”

“Yes. That seems to have been the devil’s purpose. He said he wanted to entrust himself to the pantheon to which Nicholas belonged. Oh yeah. That’s the weird guy with the two heads there. Apparently.. I think he said Paimon… But he was a very strong demon anyway! He said he wants to be on our side!”

Lies don’t work anyway. However, if they exercised their right to remain silent, the risk of being tortured until they spoke up was too great. That’s why Roy told only the truth. In particular, he tried to live as much as possible by appealing that a strong devil wanted to be on the same side.

“Okay? It’s Paimon.. Hmm. Ericsson. Is that statement true?”

“Yes. All true.”

“I was worried that the devil would do some tricks… But he wanted to be a colleague, not a trickster. That sounds funny. Okay. All right, Roy. But where is the cracked ankh? Inventory?”

Michael didn’t care if the devil was strong or not. He just wondered if he had brought the cracked ankh properly.

Seeing Michael’s cold eyes, Roy nodded and claimed that he had a cracked ankh in his inventory. Then Erickson, who was staring at him from the side, nodded his head and said,

“That statement is true.”

“Fortunately, it seems that Ankh was saved. Roy, take out the ankh immediately. Hand over the ankh to us and complete the mission.”

“Hey, wait!”

“What is it, Roy? Surely.. You don’t want to give it, right? Do you really want to enter the punishment room? Then you’ll be able to spit out ankh in one day?”

“Oh no, not that. If I hand over the ankh… Aren’t you planning to kill me!!”

Roy’s judgment was correct. He did not dare to let the devil’s servants live.

“Michael.. Promise me. You won’t kill me! No, we didn’t even go in because we said we would go in in the first place!! I’m sure I didn’t know that there was subtle pressure! In fact, you believed in your sister’s ability and forced her into it!! Michael!! Answer me!! I can’t die here!! I have to save my sister from that bastard!!”

“For a moment. That bastard? Are you talking about the underground guards or something? Wasn’t Helen… Dead?”

“No!! No!! It’s alive!! A cultist dragged it away!”

“What? Cultist? That guy… Was there too?”

“Yes!! Paimon did it!! The cultist is after you!! In the end, the baby caught us, and that crazy heresy caught my sister !! I saw it clearly!! The lump of shadow that chewed up my leg was also that motherfucking skill!!”

Roy shouted at Michael with dark circles on his face. The moment Michael heard the word cultist, his head throbbed. He also realized that things were going crazy.

‘That son of a bitch again…’

What happened to Nick at the Shiver Mansion was also the plot of the cultist. However, Michael was annoyed at the news that a cultist had appeared and interfered this time as well.

“That son of a bitch is everywhere. Are you going on a world tour alone? Haha… Erickson.”

“It’s all true. Now Roy is only telling the truth. He seems to have no intention of lying.”

“Yeah… Roy, did you say you saw the cultist’s face?”

“Uh, no, that… I couldn’t see her face because she was wearing a mask, but I still remember her voice and body shape. He also saw the skills he was using. Uh… And I also figured out a woman who seemed to be his colleague. That, yes When I look at him, I know he’s a cultist. So… Please… Don’t kill me.”

Roy appealed that he could find a cultist. Michael sighed and nodded his head.

“Ironically, he saved his life thanks to the cultist. Yes, I’m asking since the words came out. It’s been 4 hours already, so I thought everyone was dead… But the cultist was there, so he might have caught a few besides Helen. Roy, what about the rest of you? Are they all dead? Or is there a traitor?”

“I don’t know if Mark and Rio are dead or what, because I haven’t seen them… The twins have definitely betrayed us. I’m not sure what tricked the two of them, but he called me master.”

Roy’s answer made the atmosphere instantly heavy. Michael gnashed his teeth and vented his anger on Ella and Bella.

“The owner..? Fucking Assassins.

Michael used his skill to pull out a parchment document from the air.

“Roy. I won’t kill you just because you made a pact with the devil, unless you harm the camp, try to kill me, or commit other treacherous acts. I promise. If this promise is unfairly broken, I will drop 20 levels. Is it okay? Give me the ankh now.”

“Yes, yes..”

After confirming that Michael’s name was written on the parchment, Roy was able to take out the ankh and hand it to him.

Michael, who took over the ankh, washed his face and came out leaving Roy in the hospital room.

“Ericson. Do you have any cigarettes?”

“Yes. Here.”

“Ha ha.. Damn it. Six people went in, but only one came out. Even that is in a state of contract with the devil.. The two of them are definitive betrayal.. Helen, the most important person among the six, has been captured. Whoa.”

Michael rubbed his throbbing head.

“Fuck you Nick. I won’t leave you alone when you wake up.”

Michael handed over the ankh to his saintess. After telling him to keep using his skills until Ankh turned black and opened the gate of the pit, he began to receive support from people who would enter the bottom of the pit.

‘Since Helen, Ella and Bella, who were taken away, also betrayed us… The information that we are going to Hell must have already been conveyed. But does that bastard actually have an ankh? It’s something we barely got by messing around like this…’

Michael didn’t want the cultists to have cracked ankhs.

“No. There’s no way I wouldn’t have it. Even if there is none, he will find another way and come to Hell.”

However, through the experience of the mansion of thrill and the black market, Michael was convinced that the opponent would follow him to the bottom.

His confidence was correct. Jo Jun, who had already escaped from the black market, started preparing to enter the abyss.

“I must be fully prepared and go to Hell…”

Michael was talking to himself like that, and he thought he would have to go down to hell too.

To kill the cultist.