Cheat Awakening

Chapter 428. Desperate Bargains

The fatty didn't answer Roswell's question. Instead, he raised his right hand. Two red beams of light shot from a bracelet hidden beneath his robe, striking both Roswell and the maid squarely in the chest. They instantly fell to their knees, their bodies paralyzed. They could still move their heads, but the rest of their limbs were rendered useless.

Despite the paralysis, they could feel everything, yet couldn't budge a single finger.

"I'll only ask once, whore," The fatty growled. "Tell me who was the man you conspired with to kill me!"

Hearing the question, Roswell, who was still desperately trying to convince herself everything would be alright, suddenly lost all hope. Now she understood why her bastard husband who considered her as his punching bag, had brought her to this kind of secret place. He must have already decided to leave her here permanently.

"I'll tell you everything, Gristle, but please let Kaira go," Roswell pleaded, her voice trembling with fear.

SNAP!

Her plea was answered by a cold snap from the fatty. One of the seven strange figures, resembling a two-meter-tall, walking beast, approached Kaira, the maid. He scooped her up in a princess carry despite her terrified screams and Roswell's desperate pleas. It was a futile effort.

He laid her down on the altar. Then, he retrieved a black potion that emanated an ominous and dangerous aura just by looking at it. He emptied the entire vial into her mouth. Raising his hands, a black dagger made of energy materialized in his hand. He then brutally cut off all of Kaira's clothes, leaving her completely naked.

Then, he cast his robe aside as well. What stood before everyone was an exceptionally grotesque man. His face, far more terrifying than any monster, sported a bulbous nose, cracked lips, and crudely stitched eyes that seemed to see everything despite being completely sealed.

His head was shaved and rough, and his entire torso was stitched together from various parts, many of them different shapes and colors, as if they were not originally his. His entire back was covered in dragon-like black scales.

While he wore nothing on his upper body, he had a pair of pants on his lower half, which he removed without hesitation, revealing a monstrous ten-inch-long monster and a scrotum the size of a bull's, hanging down to his knees.

This hideous bald man, seemingly unconcerned about his appearance, climbed on top of the naked Kaira under her horrified gaze and placed the tip of his monstrous member at her vaginal entrance, and pushed in without hesitation or formality.

Such a rough and forceful entry was clearly not pleasurable, and Kaira screamed like a pig in pain. Sadly, she couldn't move any part of her body except her head, which could do nothing but scream

Rosewell, witnessing her childhood friend in such agony, begged the fatty to stop, but it was in vain. The fatty continued to stare at her with a cold, emotionless expression.

Then, the weirdo No. 1 took out another potion this time a yellow one and poured its contents into her mouth, reviving her. Before she could process what was happening, he grasped her soft, white hands, focusing on her slender fingers. He began to break them one by one.

"AHHHH!!!"

A fresh wave of heart-wrenching screams tore from her throat, screams that elicited no response except from Roswell and Myne, who had become numb with despair and self-blame. He had fallen to the ground on his knees with tears in his eyes. Unable to do anything but witness the entire torture unfold because of him.

Thinking that only If he hadn't interfered in her life, she wouldn't be suffering this way.

After breaking all her fingers, whose effects were probably no less painful than forcibly putting hands into someone's body and taking out their bones, under the simulation of that yellow potion which could also enhance body sensitivity fivefold, No. 1 didn't make any further moves.

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He let Rosewell suffer for a few minutes, then, seeing that Rosewell's breathing had become calm, he leaned close to her ear and spoke in a surprisingly gentle tone.

"My lady, can you tell me who the man your husband is trying to find is? And how long have you known each other?"

There was no clichéd nonsense of unwavering willpower or refusal to divulge secrets until the end of life no matter how someone tortured her. Just after hearing No.

1's question, Rosewell, who had gone through two rounds of hellish torture and was now willing to do anything to escape it, didn't make any useless demands this time, and readily confessed everything, under the surprised gaze of the fatty.

"So that's the husband of that arrogant ex-princess? You two haven't even been together for an hour, yet he's willing to kill me for you? Am I such a cheap and worthless person in everyone's eyes?" The fatty, who had begun to doubt himself mutters confusedly.

The fatty was just causally talking to himself and due to the unique characters of those weirdoes, he also didn't expect any answers from them, however to his shock, this time every one of them gave him a nod, even the baldy who was busy with his work paused his activity and nodded. Solving his life's biggest doubt instantly. Clearly, his life is as cheap in their eyes as in Myne's.

"You guys..."

Because of these seven people's special identity, no matter how arrogant the fatty was on the outside or in front of his wife, could only just swallow his anger and move on. Otherwise, if they became angry, it was only a matter of time before he would be the one lying on the altar next time.