Chapter 630: Not Planning to Hold On Any Longer |
From that writhing mass of flesh came a series of grating, hoarse, terrifying tones, and those pairs of eyeballs were filled with hatred toward him.
"Two centuries ago, you dragged my whole family to that underground base, you turned every one of us into those cursed monsters, you may not remember me, but the torture you inflicted on us is still vivid in my memory."
"You sewed me into that skin sack, you turned my mother into a puppet, you carved away my brother's flesh, you turned my father into that thing that couldn't tell friend from ghost!"
She bit her lip and didn’t say another word, but a blood-red montage flashed through her mind.
A piercing, desperate scream.
Endless torment and slaughter.
The cold operating table.
That deathly pale, bone-chilling raven mask.
She was tormented by that nightmare every moment, and she constantly thought about going back to that point in time to return their pain a hundredfold, a thousandfold.
Miaomiao glared at him with bloodshot eyes and said, "What did you do to my mother?!"
A cold, severe smile slowly tore across Doctor 315's face as he said, "You mean that puppet? She ruined my research base, so of course I had to find her. I played with her for a long time. I chopped off her limbs and made her into a toy for others to enjoy. I still remember her screams of agony. Want to know what happened to her afterward? I'll tell you..."
Sput—
"Ah—!!"
A scream so utterly miserable it shredded the air.
Lynn's blade cut into his flesh without mercy, grabbed his spine, and tore at his nerves bit by bit.
He said calmly, "Doctor, at a time like this, stop using meaningless words to rile people up. I can tell at a glance whether you're lying. These are chaotic creatures; don't try those little tricks in front of me. You should know the consequences."
Doctor 315's expression became pained and grimacing, he forced a bitter sneer and said, "If that's the case, then you should know that enduring pain is a basic course for entering the Night Doctor. You think torturing me this way will work? Don't you think you're being naive?"
Lynn smiled as he stood, pulled gloves from the System Space, and adjusted his Monocle as he said,
"Ah, that's right."
"After all, the pain flesh can bring is still limited, but to something as fragile as the soul, even the slightest touch can make one wish to die on the spot."
"Then let me guess, where did you put the soul?"
Doctor 315's face paled.
And in the next moment, Lynn smiled and reached out his hand. At the fingertip of the glove, a sharp metal prong slowly extended and pressed against his brow.
Then slowly,
he activated the ability Alice had given him. His fingers, inch by inch as if entering a place with no inhabitants, sank into his skull.
He said calmly, "It should be somewhere in the brain. Alice told me that when she destroyed your brain she distinctly felt a sticky spot. Let me guess where it is."
Crack—crack—
The sharp sound of nails scraping the inner skull entered his ears.
He could even distinctly feel the terrifying noise of that hand writhing and probing inside his brain tissue.
His face grew ever paler, his pupils trembling.
Because the one doing this still wore a faint smile, that immense pressure made him tremble from his core.
"Is it here?"
"Or here?"
Lynn's terrifying, unhurried voice whispered into his ear like a mad demon.
"No, seems not."
"Such a viscous, aged brain."
"Ah, let me think."
"Could it be here?"
Scratch—
A sharp sound of a nail scraping hard material came from within his head.
The overwhelming fear made him shiver all over, his face draining of color, even his elderly fingers trembling uncontrollably.
"Ah, looks like I've found it."
Lynn looked at him with a strange, slightly manic expression, smiling like a demon crawling out from the deepest hell.
"Come on, Miss Intelligence Machine, use your little toy to make a hole for this uncle, give him a good airing. Remember, not too big, just a small hole will do. You know, besides flesh modification and Mechanical Modification, I also dream of becoming a master of soul modification."
"Although I've never tried it before, my craftsmanship should be pretty good, hehe."
[Ding! Doctor 315's fear of you +15]
[Ding! Doctor 315's fear of you +17]
[Ding! Doctor 315's fear of you +21]
His lips trembled.
Although Silver Fantasy disliked his vile tone, she still stepped forward. The Monomolecular Blade in her hand hummed as it spread outward, Root-level power slowly coating the blade.
Lynn said slowly, "Thinner, thinner. This isn't for doing anything else, it doesn't need to be that thick."
Silver Fantasy: "……"
But she obeyed, adjusting the Monomolecular Blade until it was only as thick as a pinky finger.
Lynn then adjusted his Monocle, looked at his pale face, and smiled, "Come on, Miss Intelligence Machine, insert here, push it all the way in, that's his life gate. Don't rush, go bit by bit. I believe our Doctor Daybreak will really enjoy this process, heh heh heh."
But Silver Fantasy didn't want to dawdle. With a cold expression and some impatience she raised the blade in an instant.
Sput—
The Monomolecular Blade pierced through his brow in an instant, ripped open his brain, and with a resonant sound struck the soul vessel of his bio-armament at the deepest part of his skull.
"Stop!!"
That massive impact pushed his already fraying sanity to the limit, and he let out a terrified shriek.
"I'll say it! I'll tell you everything!"
Lynn instantly seized his neck, looked down at his trembling eyes, and his mouth quirked as he said, "Doctor, really? Can't hold on any longer so soon? Your assistant begged me only after enduring a great deal of pain, have you forgotten what you just said?"
"What, don't want to hold on a bit longer?"