Free Web NovelChapter 586: Chapter 585 Wholeheartedly Seeking Death_1
The Codex was half-written when Aiden suddenly felt his body become rigid.
He turned his head and, with difficulty, moved his eyes, only to see the fallen "Veronica" pointing a finger at him.
At the same time, a command echoed in his mind, "Apart from me, forbid all movement, forbid speech."
It was the power of "The Laws"—he realized that the killer wasn’t only using the divine words of "proxy," but she could also use another set of divine words used by Deborah! fгeewebnovёl.com
Clearly bound by the rule, the murderer had not immediately applied this rule to him to set a trap so that Aiden would accidentally harm Veronica. She had suffered for this mistake, and now she would not make it again.
Fortunately, when Aiden had followed the screams, he had already uttered the divine words of "retribution," and his domain was already open.
He looked in "Veronica’s" direction, the idea alone was enough: "Torment!"
Thorny patterns grew on the doppelganger murderer’s body, and an unbearable, excruciating pain instantly pierced the doppelganger’s consciousness.
She let out a piercing scream, yet neither Veronica nor Aiden could hear it, for Aiden had made the cage block all sounds coming from inside.
Feeling the binding force on his body weakening, Aiden lessened the pain inflicted on the other slightly and said, "Withdraw your power, or I’ll make you wish for death."
The doppelganger took a difficult glance at Aiden—the "retribution" power of torment was essentially a pain designed to break the will of the person punished, far beyond the threshold any normal person could endure. That was its very concept.
After thinking it over, the doppelganger chose to submit and withdrew her power.
Aiden took the opportunity to finish writing the rules, and the real Veronica collapsed to the ground.
The images of the two beings within the cage immediately distorted, Aiden saw the "masked criminal’s" appearance transform into a blood-soaked Veronica.
It was thanks to that moment of cool-headedness that he was able to see through the doppelganger’s trap in time.
The voice seemed to be his own inner voice, yet it felt oddly foreign to him.
But there was no time to ponder this, he had to rescue Veronica first.
The current Veronica could only struggle painfully on the ground. Although the dagger in her heart wasn’t yet fatal, the agony and the disruption of her blood circulation were gradually stripping away her consciousness. She was almost blind now. freeweɓnovel.cѳm
Aiden began reciting the divine words of "return."
The dagger was pulled out of Veronica’s wound and moved, sticking to the edge of the cage. The wound on Veronica’s body healed on its own, the pain swiftly fading away.
She regained consciousness all at once, gasping for air.
She abruptly propped herself up, turning her head to lock eyes with Aiden.
Aiden nodded at her and withdrew the cage that held her.
Without a word, Veronica immediately felt relieved.
Aiden shifted his gaze to the other cage housing the doppelganger; the Wordless Code had already stripped away her disguise, and he wanted to see the true face of this criminal.
What came into his sight was a face as perfect as a sculpted piece of art.
And that face, he recognized it.
"Deborah?" Aiden furrowed his brows.
"You used divine words and didn’t bother to heal me?" the "Deborah" lying on the ground clutched her leg wound, grinning painfully, "What an unfeeling man you are—after all my affection for you."
"You..." Aiden scrutinized the doppelgänger serial killer before him.
It wore Deborah’s face, but the expression that revealed itself was entirely different.
Murky eyes, a sinister gaze, a sneaky smile devoid of any charm—such expressions would never appear on the real Deborah’s face.
Yet Aiden was all too familiar with this demeanor. There were plenty of inmates in prison with twisted insides, and when such distortion was unmasked, it manifested with an undeniable air of danger.
Unlike Deborah, this doppelgänger’s face was marked with fine scars, lending a vicious touch to an otherwise perfect visage.
This was essentially a criminal version of Deborah—Aiden’s first thought.
A body double’s disguise? The idea appeared for an instant before Aiden dismissed it himself.
The power level of The Codex was second only to the ruler itself. Unless enacted by the ruler of "existence," the forbidden body double disguise by The Codex couldn’t persist.
The only explanation was that the doppelgänger serial killer naturally looked like this.
Veronica, staring at the criminal who had just tormented her, now transformed into Deborah Awen, was speechless with shock.
Aiden found himself only somewhat surprised, but not incredibly shocked.
He had long sensed some connection between the doppelgänger serial killer and Deborah; seeing this person’s appearance merely confirmed his suspicion further.
"What on earth is going on with you? I don’t recall Deborah mentioning she had a twin sister," said Aiden, interrogating the Deborah-lookalike.
"Guess," the doppelgänger sneered twistedly, "Maybe I’m actually her mother, huh?"
"Being defiant isn’t a good habit." Aiden inflicted torture once more, watching as the person howled in agony within the cell, although their screams could not escape, "It’s great that you’re a hopeless villain; otherwise, I might feel a tinge of pity."
He had personally witnessed this murderer torment Veronica into such a state; the other victims who died by her hand had all suffered similar cruelties.
Seconds passed, he paused the punishment, and allowed the captive’s voice to be heard again, waiting for the killer’s response.
"Those cold eyes, haha, I like them!" The doppelgänger serial killer looked up from where she sat collapsed on the floor at Aiden’s face, "You’re right, I am a hopeless villain, so what’s the point of these questions? Just execute me here and now! I’d be delighted to die at your hands!"
Aiden stared into the killer’s eyes, pondered for a moment, then spoke, "Are you seeking death?"
"Yes, my existence has no meaning anyway!" shouted the killer.
"I don’t mind sending you to another world, but you have to answer me first, what is your actual connection to Deborah," insisted Aiden, determined to get to the bottom of it.
He vaguely felt that the murderer’s urging him to kill was ill-intentioned, as if executing her would instantly trigger something irreparable.
At that moment, he caught a glimpse of a distant figure from the corner of his eye.
Aiden turned to look, and there was Deborah, sprinting towards him from the other end of the alley, "Mr. Aiden!"
