How the Villain Lives

34. Madness.

A man in a situation where his whole body was held captive and his fingers could not touch him, tried to think as positively as possible. I didn't even think they would be treated humanely. You will suffer terrible torture as you have seen in the movies. Even if you have some resistance to suffering while fighting across the line for more than 18 months, you have no choice but to be afraid.

The wounds inflicted during the battle and the torture inflicted to break the will from the beginning were different from their purpose. But the man hardened his will. It was not because of the premise that there would be one life left, or a share in return for it, but for those in the synagogue everywhere.

Some people dislike it and some are annoying, but they still have a lot of bad luck. I had no intention of reaching out to these ignorant people.

'Bertinda, Bertinda, Bertinda! No matter what happens, I'll hold on!'

Unfortunately, I didn't think even other colleagues could stand it. There were women and some children who had not yet become adults. They are more likely to be bent on suffering. I will be questioned sometime later, but I have no choice but to understand.

"You're more confident than you thought? I thought you were crying and screaming for your life."

"……."

"Aren't you going to say it again?

"Urgh! Urgh!"

Shaking his face to appeal to the ashes left in his mouth, Violet said with a faint smile.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot about that. Anyway, let me just ask you one more question before we get started in earnest. I want you to think this through carefully. There's no second chance. If you tell us you're cooperating right now, I can give you anything you want."

"Oops!"

"Release me for a moment. You know if you try anything, right?"

The blindfolded eye was intact, but the gag that was blocking his mouth was released. I thought I would bite my tongue and kill myself, but soon I realized how ridiculous it was. I don't know how many people around here can recover now. If you don't have a healer, you can swollen a potion. If you think about your own fitness level without a potion, it's not fair to bite your tongue to death.

"Are you really giving me what I want?"

"Absolutely."

"Then I want to make it fat here with you. What do you think? Huh?"

"All right, if you want it. Are you going to do it right now?"

I said it to provoke a woman, but when the opposite result came out, the man panicked and quickly changed his mind.

"Wait! I misspoke!"

"I don't know what to say wrong. So what do you really want?"

"I don't need anything else. I'll cooperate if I give you or your commander's neck."

"… Very well. I have no intention of negotiating with you at all. I didn't expect much anyway. So let's get to the point."

Slurp!

'I pulled something out. Are you speculating out loud?'

"From now on, we're going to inflict all kinds of torture on you. Even if you change your mind in the middle, you will no longer accept surrender. I hope you know that."

For the first time since a brief silence, something touched my body. I could guess with the feeling that I didn't have to be seen. Sword, it is also a blunt sword whose blade does not live properly. Within a short period of time, the black hair hovering around the flesh of the arm stopped on the palm of the hand and began to become increasingly energized. I wanted to resist for a while, but eventually the blood started to flow slowly with a tingling feeling.

"Argh!"

It would have been better if it had penetrated strongly at once. However, as if I were playing a slow video, the pain grew even greater as I slowly pierced my palm. Moreover, the sword was shaking a little, even if it had a transvestite, causing more wounds.

"Do you think this is going to work because you're so weak? You're not gonna pay me enough if I don't do it right? Get closer."

"Argh!"

Something long was stuck in his thigh to scare the end of Violet's words. Every time I move like a normal blade, the blood vessels and flesh inside are torn apart.

"Argh!"

"Be quiet. This is a warning. If you do that without further ado, you may be lying here."

'Argh! Are you using me for education?'

The man who thought so noticed something strange. I was used to screaming. It wasn't possible, but this voice is definitely...

Kwajik!

"Argh! Argh! Argh!"

Because of the pain felt throughout the body, the man could no longer keep thinking. All I can do is hope for this pain to stop for an hour. However, this cursed body did not even allow shock.

"Excellent health. Even though he's dead, there's nothing wrong with him."

"We love it. The longer you hold on, the more hatred you'll have."

The old man, who received Violet's report, laughed as he watched the tragedy below. Though ideas or thoughts that people firmly believe in may seem unbreakable in any way, if you dig a little deeper, there are corners that will collapse as much as possible.

During the Korean War, the Air Force succeeded in turning captive U.S. military prisoners into enthusiastic communist believers with little reward, such as cigarettes or candy, without much effort. When he participated in the centennial celebration of communism, he gave it as an award. It was a very valuable item in the camp, so many American prisoners participated in the centennial celebration.

As the process progressed, U.S. military prisoners began to change more and more. He thought that writing like this was not just about getting these little things, but because he was genuinely praising communism. And even after the end of the Korean War, people who had been brainwashed once thought of themselves as fervent communists caused many problems.

'Of course, it's not that simple.'

The explanation was brief, but not so brief. What is the most effective way to tame a person most efficiently, and through numerous trials and misunderstandings, I was able to achieve some results.

"You must have fed the medicine, right?"

"Yes, for all those who are currently being tortured. It's an effect that will disappear when the medication breaks down, but now you're going to have all the excitement and pleasure of torture. I want to stop, and I can't stop."

At first, as she said, the hands of those who were reluctantly torturing or grumbling were becoming increasingly violent, and the mouth was slowly smiling. The old man who looked at him turned around and said, as if he had nothing to see anymore.

"Take off your blindfold just before you kill them and let them know who the torturers were."

"Of course. What about drugs?"

"Those who have taken a great step with courage should be rewarded accordingly. Give me the best medicine and give me whatever I want, man or woman."

"Yes."

As Violet nods her head long and retreats, the old man lifts up his tail and enters the huge tents temporarily erected nearby. Severe guards were blocking the area so that no one would have access to it, and the old man who entered alone activated the skill while looking at the huge pot in the center of the tent.

[Knowledge of Withdrawing]

Rating: Legend.

Type: Active.

Prohibited knowledge that cannot be excluded and tolerated in any world. This knowledge was called abstinence because everyone was afraid and no one should know or know. But if someone with the knowledge of abstinence emerges, the world will be engulfed in unimaginable chaos.

You can produce professional drugs that you can't normally produce.

Increases the effect of all your consumables by 1.5 times.

All the consumables you create work best anytime, anywhere.

100% faster manufacturing.

Bulk manufacturing is possible.

Knowledge and understanding of withdrawal 72%.

Whenever your comprehension varies between 25%, 50%, 75% and 100%, you gain new abilities.

The legend's skill set was a humble explanation, but the old man had no doubt that this skill was the best. With a single power, there were as many powerful skills as these. But they are all limited. It doesn't drive thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of people crazy at once. However, the knowledge of abstinence was possible.

The old man was originally a researcher who worked for a mediocre pharmaceutical company that was not very special. And after falling into this world, he kept his specialty alive, gained the job of an alchemist, sold various potions, and barely grazed his mouth. One day, however, a potion made accidentally changed his life.

"Grandpa over there."

"But why?"

"What did you make of this potion? Something's wrong."

"Oh, do you have any side effects? I'm sorry. I don't have enough skills yet..."

"No, that's not it. I drank potions and something made me feel better. Should I say it's like an energy drink? Can you get some more of that potion?"

"... What?"

Apart from the elderly, only a few alchemists existed. However, they put all the ingredients only as described in the skill. The old man had some experience working as a researcher, so he made potions by unwittingly removing or adding some ingredients. Usually they didn't have the right effect in the description, so I kept them separately, but someone who accidentally ate them felt the effect.

'If this is good enough..'

It may not be possible in reality, but it was possible here to make and experiment with drugs of their own accord. Props that have unique abilities that NPCs can make for themselves, unlike potions, medicines, and consumables like poison!

Soon, people who realized the possibilities of the potion they had created began to slowly gather and form a huge organization with them. It was so easy for him to take control of the city as a mediator of abstinence that even high-strength people or strong will could take him down at once, and he was able to settle so naturally in a hierarchy like the pyramid of birds as soon as people with a few heads gathered.

You created the Light Bomb (S) x200.

Increased knowledge and understanding of withdrawal to 73%. "

"Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"

The skill level that had not recently entered was likely to surpass 75% in no time. Most of the money that tens of thousands of people devoted was being spent buying the ingredients of the consumables they had made, and that was helping them to make themselves stronger.

You don't have to go to battle because it's hard, and if you just make potions in the back, people will surrender and protect themselves. Now I was confident. This world is made for itself.

A world where you can get whatever you want, and you can do whatever you want. It is more interesting and fun to be praised here as a high priest than living as an old researcher on Earth.

'This is how it is. If you come out and fight, it's as good as fighting. If you don't fight, it doesn't matter. What choice do you guys have?'

All the people in that city would kneel at their feet and mourn forever.

"Aaaaaaaah!"

"Why, why the eye patch?"

"You guys..."

"Well, have you already taken off your eyes?"

The elderly smiled as they heard the chatter of men and embarrassed people coming from beyond the tent.