How the Villain Lives

17. New meetings

Torture is never a joke. It is human beings who are sick even if they stick thorns in their fingers. What Sung-hoon was spreading against those humans was beyond standard torture. Even if you are a wizard, at least you have superior health than the average person. You don't have to worry about dying, but you won't die if you get lost.

Immerse skin thinly and inhale the venom. Crush the remaining charcoal and pour it into the skin. I cut my fingers off, soak them in salt water, apply charcoal and continuously send electricity.

"Hrrrrrrrrrr...."

The tortured warrior was already biting the crab with both eyes turned upside down. I'd rather die like this, but I was working hard to prove that the potion in my mouth was not a bad item. With a knife stuck in my thigh, I poured the potion, and the wound began to heal while the knife remained intact. I try to die even if I touch it a little bit or give it a little bit of power.

"Well, let's ask the question again. You don't have to ask questions again, do you?"

As soon as I put the pen and paper in front of me, the warrior rushes crazy and starts writing things down.

They are not professionally trained personnel, nor do they have the credibility or the spirit to defend information while enduring this suffering. I wouldn't have to torture him so hard, but I would have blown a flame if I had just played a little prank with a knife.

However, in order to maximize fear for those who were watching, he deliberately inflicted the most brutal torture, and when he tortured the third person and moved on to the fourth person, he asked for mercy by expressing his own information before doing anything.

The warrior who once made a mistake pulled out his teeth and threw up threats, and started crying and vomiting information.

"Please buy it. It's self-serving."

Since his teeth had fallen out and his pronunciation was leaking, Seong Hoon, who was bitten again by the mouth of the warrior, began to contradict the words of five people. The first time I lied, the second time I inflicted torture, I stopped treating him humanely, and when I inflicted cruel torture on him, I vomited all the information I didn't ask.

Most of the information spit out by four people was consistent.

Everyone knew the information differently, so I didn't have to worry too much about the error of a hundred and two hundred units. If anything unusual, Japan was that all rankers belonged to the Guild or were widely known.

'Hmm, by the way, he's the most rebellious.'

The man who introduced himself as Jungjin of Kamikaze told me false information even though he was tortured at the end, watching what everyone else looked like. However, Sung-hoon did not torture the complainant further. Rather, torture was also reduced by half.

He smiled brightly as he watched all those who had fallen.

"How nice of you all to be so cooperative?"

"……."

"Huh? What is that rebellious look? You still don't understand what position they're in?"

Fit!

"Argh!"

A slight cut with a rune blade draws a pupil, and the woman starts banging like crazy. Those who didn't know how to argue with what they were looking at quickly sank the enemy.

'You can't hate me now. Don't even think about it.'

Hatred is proof that there is still mental strength. You can't even see yourself, you have to listen to your voice, you have to pee, and you have to instill overwhelming fear so that you can't crack your fingers. I wanted to do that if there was enough time, but unfortunately it was time to go in and torture them.

"Oh, did I say report it? You were most cooperative, so let me make you comfortable."

"Urban?! Ugh!"

As Sung-hoon untied the knot and poured the potion into his mouth, the people who were watching him looked at him with suspicious eyes.

"Well, you've been tortured less, haven't you? '

'I think he's a little weaker than us.'

"Traitor?"

To be precise, they are also traitors. However, they resented the report. Why does he get released so easily when he has suffered like this? I began to have hatred and resentment towards the reporter who was not the party who inflicted suffering on them.

'And it's because of him that we're all in this situation!'

"That crazy psycho just tried to leave. But the report is so frictional that I'm in this situation! '

I can't help but notice that people's eyes are getting sharper. However, there was nothing I could do in this situation where I could not say a word. After the torture, everyone's gaze was focused on what Sung-hoon would do now.

However, he took the unexpected act of Sung-hoon.

I took out the cooking utensils and ingredients and suddenly started cooking. In the blink of an eye, Seong-hoon approaches the warrior with a finished dish and sushi.

"Shut up and take it without saying anything. If you spit out a word, I'll cut the floor right away. Khh."

"... Gulp."

The warrior starts to take food backwards with a tearful face without saying anything. As soon as the report unravelled, he made a fuss, but it was quiet when he used his sonic blocking skills in advance and stabbed the dagger.

Gostamina's food and water were fed and the report looked at Sung-hoon with suspicious eyes.

Are you going to take us prisoner? '

But the action that followed was completely fatal. Sung-hoon, who took out a large shovel, began to dig the ground like crazy.

After gaining strength through trap-making skills and vaporization, Sung-hoon, who dug the ground at a horrible speed, wiped the sweat from his forehead, untied the ropes that had tied them, threw one person into a pit, and began to cover the soil.

Naturally, the people who were about to be buried alive began to wallow like crazy.

Reporting was crazy. What the hell is this lunatic thinking? If you're gonna kill me, I'd rather kill you with a knife. Why are you trying to make it so hard for me? And if so, why did you feed the food and treat the wounds with potions?

"Hey, don't move like that. I told you, I'm not gonna kill you."

"Urban?"

That was what he said.

Sung-hoon was not completely buried. I barely covered my neck with dirt. Sung-hoon, who chopped the ground hard, looked at them with satisfactory eyes for a moment, and immediately lifted up the nearby rocks and began to bring them near them.

Plant small trees, pile leaves nearby, and make blunt tracks covering the soil. I looked at him and lightning struck him in the face of the report I was watching.

"Wait, you bastard?! '

Whether the report was noticed or not, Sung-hoon completed all the work and looked at the tree from a place a little further away with a satisfactory face. It was quite a natural sight. It is probably hard to find a man buried under this tree unless he approaches nearby.

"I know the value of life, so I will not kill you. I'll give you a chance to live instead. If you're lucky, someone who happened to be passing by here might be able to rescue you."

Rescue?

Infinitely convergent possibilities for zero. I was quite far from the city in the first place and I didn't even know where I had been while I was stunned. Besides, if you put an obstacle like this nearby, who the hell is going to find it?

I tried to stop the things that were somehow restraining my body by running magic, but it was impossible. Because of the high strength wires used for ropes and traps, which are tightly anchored with thin chains, it is impossible to break them with pure force without using skills, unless there is a force limit.

Killing them is all about revealing their information to Japanese cities. However, it is also difficult to take them. As a result, it was the prison that Sung-hoon came up with.

There was a tree to cover the sun moderately and to feed enough food and water. Given that it is a user, it will last at least five days.

In other words, you can delay information about yourself by about 5 days.

"Now that we're done with each other's business, let's break up. It was short, but it was a pleasant meeting. I'll see you later."

"Oops!"

"Urgh! Urgh!"

People shouted crazily as they watched the Holy Hun disappear on horseback. However, Sung-hoon disappeared from his place in an instant without even looking back, and the rest looked at each other with desperate eyes.

Keep your hair cool for a while.