Last night, Frey mentioned more than once that if she were to be defeated at the Night Party, she would lose an important family member.
"This so-called family member is probably Rabbi, right?"
From the interactions between Frey and Rabbi, it was clear that Frey held Rabbi in extremely high regard. Even though Rabbi was just an automaton, Frey considered it her closest companion.
If Frey were to be defeated at the Night Party, especially on the first night, the Garm series of automatons would undoubtedly be considered a failure, unable to be used universally in the world, and unlikely to catch the attention of various military forces. In that case, this series of automatons would be abandoned.
To prevent this from happening and to protect what she considered her family, Frey was so determined to succeed at the Night Party. She would train hard in the remote and desolate forests, face formidable opponents that could rival the top-ranked combatants, and never back down, all to avoid defeat.
This was the reason behind Frey's determination to excel at the Night Party. She hid her vulnerability and overcame her shy and timid nature to hold on to her gloves. Moreover, her so-called family member might not only refer to Rabbi.
"Are all these automatons belonging to the Gram series Frey's family?"
Rozen whispered softly, and his words were clearly conveyed to Loki, who remained silent, offering no answer to the question.
But not answering also means accepting it by default.
As a substitute, Loki's words were as follows:
"Frey is still too naive."
Loki seemed to choke back his emotions as he spoke these words.
"She thinks that as long as she continues in the Night Party and makes the Garm series recognized by the military, the Garm series won't be abandoned."
However, Bronson was not such a simple person.
"That guy wants to test and experiment not only with the Garm and Angel series but also with us, the experimental subjects."
"He's experimenting with the performance of our hearts, understanding the cost of us as individuals, collecting data from it, continually improving, and producing more perfect machinart hearts. He implants them into other children's bodies, mass-producing powerful soldiers and tools; that's his true goal."
"We are just tools for that guy's use."
Saying this, Loki's voice finally carried a sense of hatred.
Clearly, this "Sword Emperor" didn't show the same level of respect to Bronson as it may have seemed on the surface.
"I am a person who is humble and tolerant, but I still can't forgive three kinds of people."
Loki spoke coldly.
"Those who order me."
"Those who resist me."
"And those scoundrels who deceive me, use me, and disregard everything about me."
With that, Loki also gave a cold gaze toward Rozen.
"Let's go; I'll take you to see something more interesting."
Ignoring Rozen's reaction, Loki walked off towards the depths of the building.
Watching Loki's figure, Rozen's heartbeat had already quickened.
Not due to nervousness, and certainly not out of fear, but simply because of a premonition.
A premonition of something catastrophic.
Rozen was very familiar with this feeling.
It was the premonition that an old wound was about to be forcefully torn open.
It was the omen that past pain was about to be brutally brought to the surface.
Combined with some of his own speculations, Rozen was acutely aware of what he was about to see next.
Just the thought of what he was about to see filled Rozen with nausea, dizziness, and a strong sense of revulsion.
Nevertheless, Rozen remained silent and followed Loki, suppressing his racing heart, and restraining his inner resistance, as they walked deeper into the building.
That way, the two of them arrived at the head of a staircase leading to the basement.
Here stood an iron door.
Behind the door came a bone-chilling cold wind, indicating a low temperature, likely something akin to a freezer.
Loki stood right in front of this door with his back to Rozen, and only his voice was heard.
"Now, let me show you hell."
With those words, Loki used his telekinesis to directly break the lock on the iron door, then swung the door open.
Don't open it!
Rozen wished he could shout that out.
His heartbeat was now accelerating even faster.
His body temperature was dropping at a perceivable rate.
Behind the door lay true and utter hell.
At least, it was for Rozen.
Right now, the door to hell was being opened, and Rozen had no way to stop it.
"Whoosh!"
In the next second, a blast of cold air rushed out from the door.
What appeared before their eyes was a freezer.
A freezer used to store "flesh."
"Look."
Under Loki's prompting, despite his heart racing and his body temperature plummeting, Rozen slowly lifted his head.
In the next instant, the expected scene unfolded.
A scene of hell.
Inside the freezer, rows of glass containers were neatly arranged.
The containers were filled with antifreeze, and something floated inside.
These objects had hands and feet; they were small in size, delicate, and still not fully developed, but they were clearly recognizable as humanoid figures.
Yes.
Humanoid figures.
The test tubes in these containers were holding the bodies of children.
Rozen had lost all reaction.
Only Loki's voice continued to echo in his ears.
"You must be curious about the success rate of mechanizing hearts and what happens if it fails, right?"
Loki's extremely sarcastic words resounded in Rozen's ears one after another.
"This is the outcome of experiment failures."
"And once they fail, these bodies are preserved here as living material for developing banned dolls of the Garm series of automatons."
"This is the so called 'Divine Works.'"
"This is the so called 'orphanage.'"
"This is 'hell.'"
Loki's entire speech was confirming Rozen's previous speculations.
Rozen had already guessed that the success rate of mechanizing hearts was undoubtedly very low, "because of past experience."
He had also guessed that the result of experiment failures would be the death of the subjects, "because of past experience."
And he had long suspected where the living materials for the Garm series, led by Rabbi, came from, "past experience."
Now, Rozen's guesses were being proven one by one.
As a result, Rozen lowered his head.
A volcanic surge of magic power surged within him.
"Hey!"
Sensing the ominous signs of magic power surging, Loki looked at Rozen with surprise.
But what he received was this response.
"Give you three minutes to get all the dogs and innocent children out of this orphanage."
Rozen lowered his head, his expression unclear, his voice echoing.
"While I can still keep my sanity."
Rozen's voice was like a ghost from the underworld, extremely terrifying.
"You..."
Loki seemed to want to say something.
However,
"Get lost!"
Rozen's voice began to roar.
"!"
This made Loki's heart tighten. In the end, he clenched his teeth, turned around, and rushed out.
Three minutes later,
"Boom!"
A terrifying surge of magic power erupted within the orphanage's territory.