Free Web NovelChapter 324: Chapter 128: Bai Wu Who Fears Pain
The term "degraded" still left a deep impression on Bai Wu, as Prayle’s Eye had used it to describe himself.
It was in Yan Jiu’s room, when he encountered Prayle’s Eye, who almost pointed at his own nose and cursed, "You, a person of degraded morals."
Since the Priest couldn’t pry into memories in dreams, as long as the other party hadn’t detected anything amiss from that sentence earlier, Prayle’s Eye wouldn’t be implicated.
Amidst the curses hurled by Six Eyes urging him on, Bai Wu began to head towards the room at the end. The notes made him think of Semi-Evil Fallen.
It also confirmed some of his speculations.
Only a Semi-Evil Fallen could use Sequence, and the only Semi-Evil Fallen he knew of, aside from Jiang Yimi, were the Judges.
Especially since the third layer was only recently opened, Bai Wu guessed... the Judge was probably on the third layer.
Their target must be the death voyage guarded by the mummy.
With the help of the notes, Bai Wu quickly figured out the distribution of bosses here.
Priest, Warden, Doctor, Judge. Clearly, these were not to be trifled with, but they must have quite a few differences compared to the few from the Jing Family.
He might not be able to kill them, but perhaps he could find a way to rescue some people.
And all of this was predicated on the success of the prison escape within twenty-two hours.
Having swiftly surveyed the sixteen rooms, Bai Wu found the one he was really looking for—
[Congratulations, as the saying goes, like father like son. Mike’s son will dig holes! There was once a guy covered in tattoos here who found the best escape route. The secret of this route is hidden in this room, look carefully and you will surely find a clue.]
Again with the library, again with tattoos—is this some sort of fusion of escapees from Fox River and Shawshank?
Bai Wu was actually quite interested in meeting the escapee from seven hundred years ago.
Although it was highly likely that he had either become an Evil Fallen, or the food of an Evil Fallen.
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It was as if an injection of adrenaline had been administered—Prayle’s Eye, who had already fallen into despair and was about to completely break down, suddenly surged with willpower.
All his organs seemed to fail, existing only to inflict pain, making the choice to persist in living an act of self-harm.
Yet the term "degraded" truly gave Prayle’s Eye the courage to continue living.
He wanted to see Yan Jiu, to change her Destiny so she wouldn’t end up like his own little sister...
As blue "souls" kept being needled, blood flowed from Prayle’s Eye’s eyes, ears, mouth, and nose due to the severe pain.
The blood from his ears and nose made his handsome appearance look terrifying.
"How strange... Have you encountered some memory again? Humans are really interesting, always coming up with surprises when they are about to die. But that just prolongs the time I get to torture you, so why bother?"
He did indeed recall some things.
Even though his consciousness was frail and shattered, he could still remember many things. Prayle’s Eye originally thought that in such a secret prison, his chance of survival was slim to none.
No one would come to save him, and maybe in the near future, no one would remember him...
But Bai Wu came.
Even though only he and Yan Zhao knew about this mission, Bai Wu still rushed over.
In despair and agony, Yan Zizai had imagined many would come to save him, but he certainly hadn’t thought that the one who would actually come... was Bai Wu.
"How on earth... did he find out about this place?"
The answer to this question wasn’t hard to guess, and Yan Zizai easily did, just feeling that all of it seemed surreal, as if such a thing could never happen.
For knowledge of this plan, naturally, one would have to go to Yan Zhao. Perhaps Jiu had noticed his disappearance... and then told Bai Wu.
To offend the ruler of the fifth level of the High Tower for someone who he had only collaborated with twice wasn’t moral decay, but foolishness.
However, at that moment, he was truly grateful that in such a world as the High Tower, there were still such foolish people...
"It seems the surgery time will have to be extended," said the doctor with a mask, frowning.
Even it couldn’t, in a very short time, take away an excessively high Sequence from a person still capable of resistance.
The difficulty of extracting a Sequence was related to the rarity of the Sequence itself, as well as to the will of the Sequence holder.
Yan Zizai felt as if his life had been prolonged, allowing him to continue his struggling existence a while longer.
But the doctor wasn’t in a hurry:
"Then I’ll continue to torture you tonight. But don’t think you’ll have it easy now; the pain will never end. For now, though, I have to check on the new prey."
With the special attention of the prison guards and the priest, the doctor also found some pleasure in the new prey, of course, nowhere near as much as the pleasure derived from Yan Zizai.
After all, Yan Zizai was one of the rare tough nuts to crack, and the new prey would probably quickly crumble and beg for mercy under his own methods. Of course, this new prey was still a bit unusual. At least his name had piqued the doctor’s interest.
As the door to the laboratory opened and then closed again, Yan Zizai, whose consciousness was already muddled, finally got a moment to catch his breath.
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Shudu Prison, the second layer, laboratory.
There was just one bed, a table with various drugs and injections, a chair, and a cage in the laboratory, which made the whole room seem very spacious.
Bai Wu’s gaze swept over various places in the room and finally concluded that the escape route could only be hidden behind the injection table—not in this room, of course.
His luck wasn’t that good, not being placed in that secret-holding laboratory, but there indeed existed a test subject in that room, which showed that the prison authorities might know about this secret but didn’t care.
The reason must be that they probably didn’t believe anyone could break out, since no one could withstand the doctor’s torture.
Bai Wu’s body was restrained.
Sturdy chains were wrapped around him, binding his hands tightly. Seeing the chains, Bai Wu guessed that this plan was probably more difficult than he’d anticipated.
The good thing was that control over his body allowed him some minor range of movement even in his bound state. Just how to unlock the chains, Bai Wu still wasn’t clear.
"Even without unlocking the chains, I could still escape, but the problem is not to be locked in the cage; if it’s in the cage..."
The structure of the cage was too simple, which effectively meant being locked in solidly. This was the outcome Bai Wu least wanted to see.
He stared at the cage, thinking about how not to be locked inside it.
Footsteps came from outside, unhurried, and the door was soon opened.
When the doctor saw this "Lord Jing Wu," he became extremely interested.
"You dare to claim this name, yet you are a human. Interesting."
In a white coat and seemingly of the same height as Bai Yuan, he lacked the uplifted air characteristic of Bai Yuan. His gaze alone felt like that of a mad scientist eyeing a test subject.
"You know this name?"
The instant Bai Wu saw the doctor, he found it quite intriguing. Because this doctor actually possessed a Legendary Tier Entry.
["Let us approach from the historical angle that interests you most this time.
If your benevolent father is described as a naturally inclined genius, then this doctor is a hardworking talent of ordinary background, who indeed has reached the limits of his efforts. In the mental realm, he is an expert. Even after becoming Evil Fallen, his obsession granted him corresponding entries.
But there is always a gap between a genius and a talent; a genius can easily break through the talent’s ceiling, whereas a talent must exert endless effort just to reach the floor of the genius’s world.
He never found a way to modify the ’parameters’ and slowly started to take pleasure in torturing others.
Even after gaining stronger entries by chance later, he still favored his original ones and was reluctant to replace them.
Ninth grade Mutant, rare Mutation Entry: Phantom Scalpel, perfect Mutation Entry: Spiritual Bed Experiment, Legendary Tier Mutation Entry: Mutation Fusion Technique.
In the end, yes, this doctor is indeed that doctor, the one from Little Pitiful’s hospital days.]
The hint given by the eyes was a rare riddle solver, not a riddle maker.
Bai Wu couldn’t help but admit that these entries looked pretty impressive. What the hell was Spiritual Bed Experiment? From the literal meaning, Bai Wu could not decipher much, but soon he would experience the effect of this entry.
As for the most crucial Mutation Fusion Technique, Bai Wu guessed that since it was a Legendary Tier Entry, it must be no less powerful than the Blacksmith’s Disassemble Everything and Reconstruction.
All of a sudden, he thought of a pattern.
"Disassemble Everything and Reconstruction belong to Jing Wu... Although Reincarnation appears to belong to the mummy, the true owner should be the mummy on the plane, and the doctor... The Masked Strange Person once valued it so much, it’s likely there is a power behind the doctor, possibly the one in the coffin, or maybe another member of the Jing Family..."
"So, the Legendary Tier Entries I encountered, could they all be connected to the Jing Family members? Could Shen Shuyue have also encountered a Jing Family Member?"
This pattern was just a speculative thought by Bai Wu, but it unexpectedly touched upon the truth.
"Have you heard of my name?"
Bai Wu’s acting skills were elevated once more, as he pretended to pretend to be calm.
The doctor saw through Bai Wu’s feigned composure at a glance:
"You can tell me now your relationship with Jing Wu, and I will consider sparing you some torment. Of course, I hope you won’t talk; that would make the game more interesting."
Tsk, this way of threatening someone, it’s quite similar to mine.
Bai Wu pretended to be tough:
"I am Jing Wu, what’s this about my relationship with Jing Wu... I don’t even know what you’re talking about." fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
"No matter, I like those with backbone; that makes it more thrilling."
The doctor approached Bai Wu, who originally thought he would be locked in a cage or secured to a bed.
However, the doctor simply pressed his hand against Bai Wu’s forehead and gently tugged, pulling out a slender, shadow-like thing from Bai Wu’s forehead.
But the shadow was blue, with a texture that seemed like an utterly pure energy body.
With a gentle push, the blue, seemingly weightless energy body floated above the bed.
Bai Wu understood; this was probably the "Spiritual Bed Experiment?" His gaze shifted to the blue substance, and Prayle’s Eye surprisingly provided a note:
[This is an impressive ability. You can understand it as an attack applied to the "soul," which will intensify your pain, similar to some real damage, but it won’t kill you. To be precise, it will inflict great "pain" on you, crush your will, yet it won’t cause much harm elsewhere.]
Extracting the opponent’s "soul," then inflicting pain that reaches straight to the soul? If the mental harm caused by words is a spiritual attack on the spirit,
then the "Spiritual Bed Experiment" is the ability to inflict pain directly onto one’s spirit through physical means.
This was indeed a very useful ability. With this ability, no matter how the opponent dodged, as long as they couldn’t return their "soul" to their body, the doctor only needed to continue attacking the soul to easily dismantle the opponent.
In other words... if the attack on the soul inflicted pain intense enough, it could leave the opponent in a state worse than death, completely unable to move.
And the only one who could touch and affect the soul was the doctor who had mastered this entry. No wonder so many laboratory doors were left open.
Not to mention that the patients didn’t know how to escape or find the route; even if they did find it, the doctor could easily, within the confines of the laboratory, attack the target’s soul, causing them excruciating pain and leaving them unable to act.
"Are you ready?" the doctor’s eyes were filled with anticipation.
"Ready for what?" Bai Wu feigned ignorance.
"Why, the joy of a life worse than death, of course!"
A needle pierced into Bai Wu’s spiritual body, and at that instant, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins as he let out a shrill scream!
"Tsk, you’re reacting more strongly than the last human. Seems like you won’t last long," the doctor mused.
Another needle pierced into the spiritual body, and Bai Wu violently trembled, as if trying to break free from the chains, but he couldn’t.
Needles continued to fall, and it seemed that Bai Wu had never experienced such terrifying pain before.
"It’s like your body is being torn apart continuously, but the pain of being torn doesn’t lessen with each subsequent tear that comes along, does it? Don’t worry, we have plenty of time. However, the same amount of time will feel very short to me and very long to you."
The doctor began to torment Bai Wu incessantly, and Bai Wu’s roars seemed to grow hoarse.
His screams spread throughout the second layer of the prison, but the inmates paid no heed.
On the first day of torture, after breaking down, various substances were injected, turning one into an experimental subject. Then came the prolonged torment, followed by new injections, forming a vicious cycle.
Nobody knew whether they would die from the torture or from the unknown substances injected into them.
They all craved death, as their existence was worse than death.
Bai Wu said nothing, only occasionally shouting phrases like "Long live Lord Jing Wu."
In the end, he began to continuously beg for mercy, much to the doctor’s satisfaction.
Looking at the time, the doctor said:
"I will come to see you again tomorrow. You can try to escape—if you think you can. Your ’soul’ is with me, and if you do something wrong, I won’t be as gentle as I was just now."
The doctor left, but before leaving, impaled one last needle, placed on Bai Wu’s spinal column and forehead, sustaining the pain.
When Bai Wu woke from his faint, the pain seemed to awaken alongside him. It relished in tormenting its prey, especially in that tempestuous, relentless kind of torture.
He believed that come morning, this human who claimed to be Jing Wu would collapse, for once the pain ceased, there would be no courage left to endure it anew.
By then, he would confess everything, sparing no detail.
After the doctor’s presence had faded, Bai Wu, who had been unconscious, suddenly awoke.
His eyes, though fraught with agony due to the blood vessels, had a clear and bright light, and the smile at the corner of his mouth seemed to imply...
He had never truly felt the pain.
