Chapter 632: He Wouldn’t Do That |
He knew that this was his only way to survive right now.
He had to seize this opportunity!
Otherwise, based on his understanding of that demon, he would definitely die in excruciating pain!
But upon hearing those words, Lynn simply smiled.
He flexed his wrists.
Because it involuntarily reminded him of those scenes from various movies he’d watched back on Earth, where villains threatened the heroes.
They always started with the same formula: “If you do this... then I’ll do that...”
And after a helpless outburst of rage, the hero would usually agree, bit by bit squandering the advantage they’d built up.
Lynn grinned as he rolled his wrists.
“Don’t worry, I’m certainly not going to kill you.”
Lynn rubbed his temples, took a deep breath, and then flicked his right hand. With a sharp *shing*, an orange-red monomolecular blade shot out from his grip.
Its scorching heat instantly raised the temperature of the entire First Chamber!
*Why does that look so familiar?!*
*(Gnashing teeth)*
*Why is that sword so damn familiar?!*
Silver Fantasy clenched her teeth, gripping her own blade so hard it creaked with barely suppressed fury. She glared at that bastard in his boxer shorts with murderous intent.
It forced her to relive that humiliating experience all over again.
*[Ding! Silver Fantasy’s Hatred toward you +10]*
*[Ding! Silver Fantasy’s Anger toward you +12]*
Lynn rolled his wrists, slowly adjusting the fire-attribute monomolecular blade to the appropriate size, and said with dead-fish eyes:
“Miss Intelligence Machine, come enchant this sword of mine with a bit of your daddy’s Root power. We’ll hit him from both sides and drill a hole straight through his soul.”
Doctor 315’s face instantly turned pale.
But before he could say a word, Silver Fantasy ground her teeth and muttered lowly:
“That sword is mine!”
Lynn blinked, leaned in, and said with exaggerated surprise: “What was that, Miss Intelligence Machine? I didn’t catch that. Could you speak up?”
*[Ding!]*
As the system notifications rang in her ears, Silver Fantasy forcefully suppressed the blazing fire in her heart. She knew this wasn’t the time to fall out with him. She shot him a venomous glare, watching his shameless, “puzzled” expression—the same one that clearly indicated he had conveniently forgotten what happened before.
She kept her face cold, but in the end, she extended her hand and transferred a small portion of the protective power left in her, granted by the God of All Machines, onto his blade.
In an instant.
The orange-red monomolecular blade blazed with a dazzling light curtain.
Lynn gave a satisfied swing, smiled faintly, and then turned his gaze back to the ashen-faced Doctor 315.
“Doctor, you might not know this, but I really don’t respond well to threats. Besides, I don’t actually need you to open up some stupid space for me. I prefer to do things my own way. Once I’ve shredded your soul, I’ll slowly pick through the fragments to find what I want.”
“As for your so-called space? No problem. Once I’m back, I’ll ask Sir Aiwen to crack it for me.”
With every word he spoke, the cold on Doctor 315’s back deepened by another degree.
By the time he finished.
He was drenched in cold sweat.
“Are you ready?” Lynn asked.
Doctor 315 shuddered violently and immediately raised his head, trembling: “Wait—”
*Pshhhh—*
*“Aaaaaaahhh—!!”*
A series of bloodcurdling screams instantly echoed through the entire First Chamber as the back of his head was seared.
Because the sword in Lynn’s hand had a fire-attribute effect. The extreme heat, upon piercing the back of his skull, instantly cauterized his brain. On top of that, combined with Lynn’s passive ability to inflict pain on others, the agony was magnified to an unimaginable degree.
“Oh dear, looks like I missed the spot. Sorry about that. You know, this is my first time, so finding the right position isn’t exactly easy.”
“But don’t worry, I’ll patch you up for free. I’ve got a few decent bottles of Flesh Proliferation Potion right here.”
Then Lynn considerately opened a bottle and *glug-glug-glug* poured it straight into his exposed skull.
As the flesh rapidly regenerated.
His brain soon returned to its original gooey state, and it even sprouted a cute little cluster of tentacles.
“Round two!”
*Pshhhhhhhhh—*
*“AAAAAAAHHHH!!!”*
Another explosion of excruciating screams tore through the air.
*[Ding! Doctor 315’s Fear of you +20]*
*[Ding! Doctor 315’s Fear of you +31]*
“Ah... terribly sorry. That last one went too far right, and this one went too far left. You understand—for a beginner, even when you stick it in, it’s easy to slip off into other places.”
“But no worries! I’ve still got plenty of potions. We can do this a few more times.”
*[Ding! Doctor 315’s SAN -15!]*
As he spoke, Lynn repeated the operation. Just as he was about to strike again, he looked up at Silver Fantasy, who was hesitating across from him, tilted his head, and asked:
“Miss Intelligence Machine, why aren’t you moving? Afraid of dirtying your nice clean little hands?”
A massive *“╬”* vein exploded on the back of Silver Fantasy’s skull.
She knew.
He was trying to drag her into this mess too.
But Silver Fantasy wasn’t going to indulge him this time. She just stood there coldly, unmoving.
Lynn shrugged, ignored her, adjusted his aim, and thrust hard from behind. As Doctor 315 let out a piercing shriek, the orange-red monomolecular blade plunged straight into the soul vessel embedded in his brain via the bio-armament.
“So? Doctor, still not planning to talk?” Lynn asked with a smile as he crouched down.
“You’re dreaming!” he roared, eyes bloodshot, bulging with rage, his voice twisted in agony.
Lynn smiled and nodded, tapping his skull. “Good. I like this defiant spirit of yours.”
With that.
He pulled the swaying orange-red monomolecular blade free, circled around to stand in front of him, and reached out for the sword in Silver Fantasy’s hand. Casually, he said:
“If you don’t want to do it yourself, then let me handle it. You just stand there and watch, Mechanical Girl.”
Silver Fantasy stared at him coldly.
Unwilling to engage in any exchange with him.
Lynn took the monomolecular blade from her hand, walked around to the front, aimed it at the center of his brow with a smile, and said:
“Doctor, last chance. If you still won’t cooperate, I won’t hold back this time. I’ll stab with full force. If I accidentally shred your soul... well, then I’ll just have to say I’m sorry.”
Doctor 315 was deathly pale. His gaze toward Lynn grew more and more tremulous and terrified.
No!
He wouldn’t do that!