Chapter 85 – 85. Rumble, Mangle, Break (3)

“Now, where shall we begin?”

I grabbed the scalpel and shook it right in front of him.

“Now, wait a minute… Ha, you surrendered.”

“I don’t care if you surrender or not.”

“Ugh…”

I looked at Son Ha-eun, who was still whimpering behind me.

“Hey. Are you seriously hurt?”

“Kuh.. Ah, no..”

Son Ha-eun’s right leg was shattered by his blind bullet.

It was a skeleton with the skin ripped off and broken bones sticking out.

“Looking at you earlier, you had a self-healing skill. Write that.”

“Oh right.”

Son Ha-eun cast a spell on his broken leg and put the bones back together. However, it seemed that the torn skin could not be restored, but only the right leg was left with the bones intact.

He pondered for a moment whether he should use the rising flesh to restore Son Ha-eun’s torn skin, but he just shook his head. Even if the skin clinging to Son Ha-eun could be restored, it would only give off a rotten smell.

“You have to get used to using the skill. Otherwise, you die.”

“Yes..”

I nagged Son Ha-eun for no reason. If you do not keep aware of your skills, you will miss the timing to use them in a moment of crisis. That’s why it’s better to use the skill frequently and get used to it.

For example, no matter how embarrassed I am, I can exhale tentacles or use Abyss Maw as a habit. It’s easy to be killed by the enemy if you forget the existence of the skill like Son Ha-eun just at the right time to use it, or if you can’t use it.

It is advantageous to survive in many ways to make skill use a part of life.

“Once your leg is fixed, go out quickly and tell the kids to wait on the first floor. Don’t come up here for nothing. Oh, and let’s just say it’s going to take some time. If you think it’s going to get dark, go in first.”

“Yes!”

Son Ha-eun nodded and ran outside. Now that the obstruction has been removed, it is time to play with Lee Chan-sung in earnest.

‘See…’

When an indicron asks for something, it means that the opponent must be thoroughly destroyed.

Last time, in the case of Han Tae-yang, he ate his sisters right in front of him and made him despair by blaming everything on him. In the case of Lee Han-seok, I went a step further and took away her wife, Kang Hee-seon, and eventually made her die at the hands of my wife.

Both gave a sense of despair by depriving loved ones. I took away the hope and will to live like that and made an offering to Indicron, and I got an answer that I was satisfied.

But this time, the opponent is a psychopath, a bizarre murderer. There was no girl he could take away from him, and he couldn’t come up with a way to make him despair.

So in the end, I decided to use the simplest and most conventional method. It is to break his mind by inflicting pain beyond its limit on his body. By the time you scream that you don’t want to live anymore, won’t indicron be satisfied and accept it?

“That’s why.”

I dug Lee Chan-sung’s wound with my finger. It was to find out how much pain he could endure.

Sometimes, when you see it in movies or other media outlets, don’t crazy people feel pain very well? If this guy didn’t feel pain well, it would be difficult to torture him painfully so he wouldn’t die. If he had a higher threshold for feeling pain than others, he would have to hurt him even more severely, so he shouldn’t die.

So I prayed inwardly. Please, I hoped that this madman was sensitive to pain.

“Aaaaa!!!!!”

“It hurts?”

“Aaaaa”

“It’s a bit embarrassing to shout like that already with just this.”

Fortunately, Lee Chan-sung was a friend who felt pain very well. He even stabbed his wounds with his fingers and was about to die from the pain. This sounds like it would be easy to pull out the screams. Thank god. I wondered what if this madman blunted the pain.

Hehe.”

I pulled out my finger from his wound and wiped the blood from his hand onto his clothes. Then, he took a chair that had been rolling around the room and sat him on it. Then, the clothes of the people who were sacrificed in the foreign room were roughly ripped off to make pieces of cloth, and their arms and legs were tied to a chair.

After setting Lee Chan-seong to make it easy to cook, he healed him neatly with the rising flesh. After fixing something, it’s more shocking to break it again. It was already painful, but rather than making it hurt more, I thought it would be more effective to make it less painful and then hit it so damn painfully.

Of course, since I don’t have any special knowledge or expertise in torture, it’s all just my brain, but I just healed him with the thought that it wouldn’t be so.

“Hey you bastard!!!”

As he used the filling flesh, he let out a scream of pain. This is because the rising flesh is a skill that makes you feel all the pain you will feel while healing, and then heals the wound. The wounds from being stabbed and pierced by a gun are healing, but there’s no way it won’t hurt. He was feeling all the pain he’d been feeling for weeks now, all at once.

Soon the wound I stabbed with my sword was healed by the flesh that filled up. In addition, when using the skill consecutively, the wound on the shoulder pierced by the reflected bullet was also healed. All other minor wounds healed.

Now is the time to break again. I plan on beating it until it’s very tattered. I’ll make it more hellish to be alive.

“Ahhh!! Stop!! Please!! I will do anything!!”

But the guy screamed, asking me to stop, as if he was dying already. Well, the rising flesh is a very painful skill even when I think about it. Just being healed with this, Lee Chan-sung seemed to have lost a lot of mental strength.

It’s funny. Lee Chan-sung himself kills countless screaming people in this room for fun, and he himself goes crazy even when it hurts just a little bit.

I asked, stepping on the instep of the screaming Lee Chan-sung.

“Did you save the screaming people too? It’s not I killed them all and put them on display as if they were works of art. But do you want me to see you now? You should think about what you did, Chansung. Huh? Is not it?”

“Aww!! Die!! You bastard!!”

“Looks like you still have the strength to scream.”

“This is a baby! Who are you to judge me!! What are you!!”

“Referee..?”

This guy seems to be misunderstanding something.

I’m not trying to torture him to judge him for his sins.

“Hey. This is not a referee. Just. I’m doing it because I can’t help it.”

“That, what bullshit…”

“I just want to clean things up and go home to rest. But that doesn’t work. There are beings who want to see you broken.”

“Mmm, you crazy bastard…”

“I just think I got it wrong. If you twist, you should have won. Maybe the people who died to you think that way too?”

Honestly, it’s my preference to just kill cleanly, so I want to decapitate it right away, but if I don’t, Indicron will be angry.

No matter how good you are to me, in the end it’s an evil god. I have to satisfy them in Eul’s situation. Just as I put on a show with Hee-sun noona in front of him to put Lee Han-seok in despair. This time I decided to act like a psychopath in order to break the psychopath’s mind. It’s a torture show of sorts.

Even this is the first time I’ve ever tortured a person in earnest, so I’m quite nervous. Can I do it well?

“Ssssscha!!”

Kwajik!!

“Aaaaa!!!!”

First of all, I lightly inserted a scalpel into Lee Chan-sung’s palm. Then I made the screamer’s mouth open wider so he could bite into a piece of cloth.

Although an order has been issued to prevent self-harm, in the face of more pain than death, it is possible to disobey the order and harm yourself.

I couldn’t let him bite his tongue just in case, because if I didn’t kill it with my own hands, I couldn’t offer it.

“I agree. Haven’t you had fun killing people at will? Now it’s your turn. It’s your fault that you lost to me because you were weak.”

“Eup.. Oooh…!!”

“What is he saying now. I have to tell you to understand!!!”

“Uuuuu…!!!”

I want to do electric shock all day, but unfortunately I don’t have the equipment. No electricity. It’s a pity that if I did something wrong, I could die suddenly, but I had no choice but to extract the pain as much as possible with a blade.

“Let’s see.”

My imagination, which is not good at torture, has clear limits, so I decided to get some clues from the sculptures made by Lee Chan-sung.

“Huh… All the skin has been peeled off. Crazy bastard… Skills are good too.”

He seems to have a hobby of peeling off people’s skin. Many of his twisted creations in the room had their skin peeled off.

“Come on, yes. This time you are the material and I am the artist. You will now be my art. Fun. Right?”

“Uuuuu…!!”

“Uh huh. Gotta have fun!!! Why are you swearing!!!”

I plunged a knife into his right wrist and peeled off the skin.

‘Uuk… Fuck… That’s disgusting…’

Like peeling an apple. Slowly. Very slowly I was forced to endure the urge to vomit. The taste of peeling a person’s skin was very disgusting and repulsive. I was dizzy at the feeling of something being ripped off.

I didn’t want to feel this disgusting, so I ordered Chansung Lee to watch his skin peel off in real time. More blood was pouring out than expected. The fishy smell of blood is unpleasant at any time.

In the end, he healed the wounds in the middle with the flesh that filled up. I want to kill you easily, but I can’t.

Frowning at the stinging smell of blood, I raised my arm so he could see it, brought the wound in front of my eyes, picked up a piece of sandpaper from the floor, and rubbed the peeling wound.

“Uhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!”

– Knocked up! Rattle!!

Lee Chan-sung, sitting in his chair, swayed back and forth. The smell of filth wafted out, and when I checked, he was in the state of urinating.

I didn’t have time to clean it, so I just left it as is. My girls outside will be waiting for me to come out, so I have to finish it quickly and leave.

“Now, take off your right arm.”

“Uuuuu!!!!”

Lee Chan-sung, who tried to spit out hateful words through his gagged mouth.

After all, a level 15 Awakener doesn’t give in easily. Still full of energy It’s just a pity. It would be better for me and for you to give up life sooner…

I took a hammer and nails and drove them into the ends of his fingers one by one.

“Ugh!! Don’t!! That’s right!!!”

He seemed to want to shout out to me to stop. Of course, the gag in his mouth was leaking all the pronunciation, so it was difficult to understand what he was saying.

I picked up a tonkatsu hammer that had been rolling on the floor and split his bones. This time, I started with my feet, not my fingertips.

As I took off his shoe and stamped his big toe down, he stomped violently and burst into tears. Of course he felt no sympathy for that, and he had no intention of stopping.

The fact that things like this that can only be found in restaurants are rolling around here means that this guy enjoyed crushing people’s bones in a similar way to me.

Then he burst his calf and broke his knee, and he begged him to stop while urinating. The sound of his screaming leaked out through his gagged mouth.

I healed his leg. I hit the skill roughly and the beat wound healed cleanly.

He seemed to feel more terrible pain, perhaps because the wound that was normal when it did not heal was forcibly healed. He healed Grieg’s wounds and again smashed his big toe with a hammer.

After repeating this a few times, he started to flinch and cry.

It’s an expression that has been thinking a lot about something. You can’t do that. How dare you think too much about the subject of torture?

I couldn’t stand it, so I tore off his eyelids, lips, and nose with a knife. I felt sick to my stomach from ripping off the flesh of a living human, but I had to endure it. Because I’m playing a madman right now.

‘Indy Cron hasn’t given an ok sign yet.. He probably wants more. Shit.’

He hadn’t heard the laughter of an indicron yet, so it meant that it wasn’t enough. When Indy Cron is satisfied, he laughs and says he is satisfied, and now he sends an autograph telling him to stop killing.

“Haa.. This is pretty hard too. It’s not something people do. What the hell are you doing for fun? It’s fucking disgusting and nothing but vomit comes out.”

Controlling and destroying a single person so that he would not die was more arduous than I could have imagined. The part where he had to suffer just enough so he wouldn’t die was especially difficult.

Even the slightest twist will kill you right away. I had to be very careful not to let him die. But this guy did this kind of nerve-racking thing just for fun.

I can’t possibly do it for fun. So, I decided to destroy Lee Chan-sung as a pursuit of knowledge, not fun. I plan to experiment with this guy to see how far the flesh can rise.

As he cut and smashed it around with a saw, hammer, and knife, he began to drool and try to pass out over and over again.

Chansung Lee lowers his head as if he suddenly loses consciousness while struggling in pain. I slapped him on the cheek several times every time he tried to come to his senses. Later he stabbed him in the thigh with an awl because even that didn’t work. Of course, now when I poke his thigh, there is not much reaction.

“Hey, hey. Agree.”

“Ugh…”

“Okay. Aren’t you supposed to die yet?”

“Ugh. Heuu Maaa.”

“Not yet. Be patient a little longer.”

“Aaaaa!!!!!”

I said it happily to give him despair. Then Lee Chan-seong, who had gone out of his mind with his head lowered, let out a raw scream that could not be formed into words.

His body was already full of wounds. Nails were stuck everywhere, and the legs, which had been crushed, stuck, and crushed again, could not be healed anymore. He is completely ruined

This time around, I did a lot of experimentation with the Filling Flesh skill. And I was able to find out several interesting facts.

Once filled up, there was a limit to the number of times to restore the same part.

For example, after taking Lee Chan-sung’s right leg roughly 12 times as a rule of thumb, he couldn’t heal it anymore. I meant he was completely broken.

So I wondered exactly how many times it took to be treated as completely shattered, so this time I broke his left leg and healed it, repeating it 11 times again. Then again, there was no further healing.

‘About 12 to 11 times.’

Wounds in the same area did not heal further. In addition, it was found that the missing part can be reattached if the cut part is placed on it.

After repeatedly attaching and attaching Lee Chan-sung’s fingers, I came to know that if the finger to be attached was completely lost, it would not be regenerated. The wound is healing, but the finger does not grow or grow. So, if an arm is cut off or a hand is cut off, it can be reattached only if there is a body part that was cut off.

Here, I found out one more interesting fact, but it wasn’t always possible to put a finger on the location of a finger.

I cut off his big toe and put it where his thumb should be, and it worked relatively well. So this time I cut off both of his wrists and swapped his left and right hands. Then, this time, it creaked a little, but it moved anyway, as if the nerves were connected.

Next, I wondered what it would be like if it wasn’t my own body part, so I dragged a relatively healthy outlaw corpse lying dead in the hallway and experimented with it.

The result of the experiment is also a great success. Surprisingly, all the fingers attached to Lee Chan-sung right now are not his fingers. It was the finger of the outlaw who dragged it. The sound that this was possible meant that the body parts could be replaced.

For example, I felt like I could buy a slave with overwhelming physical abilities on the black market and swap his body parts with mine. If only I could bear the pain.

Then what about the eyes? This time I decided to experiment with his eyeballs.

“Come on, yes. I need to open my eyes.”

“It’s given… It’s given…”

“Ah. Really. I can’t!!”

I stabbed his left eye with an awl and stirred the lens. I was afraid that if I stabbed it too deeply, the awl would reach my brain and I would die.

“Quaaaaa!!!!”

Lee Chan-sung, whose left eye was soon smashed. When using the skill, the eyes are slow but healed. It is a skill that even fixes the eyes.

After this, he summoned a salamander and burned his body parts with fire. To see how far healing can go. When I lit it, it screamed frantically to kill me. They said burning pain hurts the most, and that was true.

“Then let’s pull it out this time.”

Then I experimented with the effect of the skill through Chansung Lee.

As a result, I realized that Filling Flesh is a skill with more potential than I could have imagined. I didn’t even know if I could make a chimera with this.

Haha! The smell of blood and the smell of his urine seems to emanate from here. That’s it. Enough is enough. There doesn’t seem to be much reaction.]

“Ah, yes.”

Chansung Lee didn’t respond much when I touched him. It was as if his brain automatically turned off once he reached the limit of his pain. The bastard, he’s ruined like the works he’s made.

“Dedicated.”

I put my hand on the unresponsive guy’s head and melted it. Lee Chan-sung, who had been shivering, died soon after, and the satisfied laugh of Indicron was heard. I also heard the sound of something being chewed on. Every time I hear ASMR, the human sacrifice of evil spirits, I get confused.

“Ha…”

His whole body is covered in blood. In the middle of it, he committed too many different things with his body in the name of experimenting with skills.

“I’m getting dizzy.”

He doesn’t really like gore, but when he did it, he thought he did it well.

‘It’s been about two hours…’

My girls were waiting outside, so I had to do various experiments in a relatively short amount of time.

‘Uuk.. After everything is over, something is disgusting…’

While I was destroying him, I acted like a psychopath torturer, but when I returned to my original self, I felt sick to my stomach from the feeling that he had done something quite terrible.

I quickly left him in the room and left.

Now Chansung Lee himself will become a work of art in the works he has created and will rot at any time.