[You're Weapon have obtained Souls!]
[You've obtained x1 Evo Rune!]
[You've arrived at Floor 61!]
Kris - with his clothing, accessories and katana held in his saya - was transported to a new scenario. This time the mood was eerie, with a night lit sky and a big, white moon pasted on top of it.
Infront of Kris as a seventy feet mansion that was grey and black, with moss and blood stained windows barricaded poorly by board. It had a draw bridge as the door which was about fourteen feet high. Grey clouds hanged over this mansion as if it was cursed.
All these things made the place look haunted, along side its middle age's look.
"Now am I suppose put up the act of a Ghostbuster?" Kris inquired, uncannily.
[Notification]
[Quest has appeared!]
"Always late, isn't it," Kris added while his arms were fold.
[Quest]
[Quest: Torment of Truth.
Grade: Mystical.
Difficulty: Hell.
Description: For 10 days you will experience hellish torture to reveal who and what you truly are. The torment shall end if you tell the truth; refuse or tell propaganda, it'll continue. Also each day is the equivalent to a 1,000. The torment shall end at the end of day 10.
Clear Condition: Tell the truth (0/1) or survive 10 days.
Fail Condition: Die.
Penalty: Permanent Death.
Duration: 10 days.
Reward: Title - Fallen Soul, x10 Weapon Enchantment Rune, Staff of Nature and Item - Red Storage.]
"..." Kris leaved no comment after reading through the Quest.
His actions after was as follow.
[Active Skill:
Supreme Enchantment - Legendary/Level 2]
The next evolution of that Skill allows him to multiple his targeted object a numerous amount of times.
[You've obtained x200 Evo Runes.]
Next, he began to max out all his Skills. While doing this, he continued to create more Runes.
Doing this Kris spent roughly one hour and a half.
Kris still didn't speak, "..."
This was because of he was cautious. Actually, more as terrified. Was the emotionless human finally expressing the chilling feeling of fear?
"(I'm human. That must be the answer!)"
He didn't know why, but this place made him feel uneasy and he began to think of the first possible way to escape. But what his original plan of just destroying the area? It seems that fear had made him feel powerless.
Kris's heart pounded out of his chest with every beat. He was anxious and feeling a awful sense of anxiety. Should he give up?
"(Should I give up?)" Kris asked himself.
But he couldn't. So his will fought against his fear, and he marched on. It was the only way to escape after all.
What really terrified him though was the term 'Hell.' What should that mean?
Though he was fearful, Kris couldn't seem to show it because he always wear this expressionless face.
[Warning]
[Active Skill:
Conscious Dominance - Mystical/Level 99 (MAX)]
"Huh-?" Kris inquired. The next second he was out cold.
"(The only way a Skill can be Level ninety is if a person has an Ascended System.)" Kris said in his mind that was seconds away from blanking out. "(Am.. am I screwed?!)"
[Title:
Negative Scream]
His Title gave little resistance, but it was no use against a large gap of ninety four Levels.
Kris then became unconscious.
***
From his slumber, Kris awoke. He peered around and observed his black surroundings. There was absolutely nothing that he could see as it was entirely pitch black.
Kris felt like his was bounded to a rough and hard seat, with cold surfaces and spikes on the back, preventing him from leaning back. His arms and legs were shackled as well as his neck.
"Where.. am I?" Kris inquired in a trembling voice, but he still wore the emotionless face. He either took lackadaisic to show his fear through his face or his face was permanently like that.
"WHERE AM I!!!!!!??????"
He then tried to get free but it was no use. Suddenly, he felt something stab his bones, and veins. It felt as if it was a cold metal like the cuffs.
With that, Kris believed it was due to the shackles that were injecting the rods in his arms, legs and neck.
[Active Skill:
Divine Heal - Holy/Level 5 (MAX)]
Luck for Kris, he had maxed out his healing Skill which after he used it, stopped the pain entirely and healed the wounds. But his Title was already stopping him from screaming.
The rods then came out of Kris's limbs and neck as he began to relax his body, slightly. He could feel his warm blood under his arms and hear it dripping down to the ground.
"Ah~" sighed a voice of a grown man. "Look at what we have here. I thought the store was closed."
A red light then filled the room, revealing a sinister looking old man with pure white hair, bread and blue glowing eyes. He wore a dark suit and coat that added to the eerie vibe. He had bleeding tools that dripped down blood.
"Don't move my boy. Any movement will cause your veins to be pierced and make you bleed to death, but it seems that you won't have to worry about that," said the old man with evil grin. "You're a perfect toy, you know that. I one that can't break.. well, physically."
The old man than dropped his tools at Kris's feet and then pulled out a pair of gloves out of his pocket. He putted on the gloves, covering his already bloody hands.
"But mark my words sonny, at the end of your time here, your screws will be gone, entirely without a spare!"
The guy then summoned a rusty, small, cylinder tool his palm using a purple aura. A black mask also appeared on his face and covered his mouth.
"Wait, don't you want to know the truth-?" Kris asked as he was interrupted.
The old man shoved the rusty cylinder into his mouth and scratched Kris tongue and upper gum, making them bleed. The cylinder made Kris open his mouth wide.
The old man then said, "No! Cause I and everyone in here knows that you don't know what the truth even is."
The man then summoned pliers and began to yank Kris teeth out of his mouth.
With every teeth the man pulled out, he giggled, "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Kris eyes began to fill up with tears. He was feeling the pain, but not only that, he was feeling the fear.
For the first, second or maybe third said, "Pllas... sopp. (Please... stop.)"
"Sorry, I can't hear you! Your agony and dread is blocking the sound from my ears!" The old man said. "By the way, my name is Mr. White and I'm now married.. with your pain!!"
The man then finally pulled out the last teeth in Kris mouth which was a molar.
"Maybe I shouldn't joke about that. I'm actually married though," said Mr. White. "Whatever. My wife and three kids didn't hear anything."
While Mr. White was speaking to himself, Kris's mouth was literally bleeding buckets of blood. He was about to heal himself when.
"Hey, don't heal yourself yet," said a terrifying and chilling voice.
Kris couldn't do anything. Physically and mentally, he was paralyzed and listened to this evil, old, and married man.
Mr. White that snapped Kris's jaw close with the rusty and bloody tool in his mouth. The cylinder steel stabbed through his nose and lower jaw, making his eyes bulge and turn blood red.
"Now heal," said Mr. White as he opened Kris's mouth and pulled out the rusty tool.
[Active Skill:
Divine Heal - Holy/Level 5 (MAX)]
"*Huff, Huff, Huff* Fuck..." said Kris. He was literally out of stamina despite not doing anything. "Why the fuck is this happening?!"
"Why?" Mr. White asked as he squat down at Kris's level but just a little bit lower.
The man with dark, but blue eyes looked up towards Kris lifeless, yet golden eyes and said, "Because we have to teach you the Truth about yourself, bastard," with a terrifying face aided with a ear-to-ear smile that actually went up towards his ears.
***
[24 Hours Later...]
The red room walls were painted in red, cold blood. Guts, organs, limbs and other body parts were nailed to the walls.
In the background, the only thing that could be heard was laughter and a wet sound. The sound of organs being smashed into oblivion.
Kris's eyes were blank gold without pupils. He was now lifeless and this was cause by one day of torture.
"Hey, hey!" Mr. White called while slapped Kris's face left and right. "Don't die on me, sonny. And look at your nice and healthy small and large intestines. I also have have you kidney."
"Leave.. leave.. leave... leave.. me.." Kris said.
"My God, his broken," said the old man. "Oh well. The others will fix him up. It's time to go my wife. I wonder how she would react if she saw the type of job I'm doing?"
The old man walked away, throwing Kris's organs away and not even tell Kris to heal himself as his whole front body was cut open, revealing his organs and bones.
".. me.. me.. me.. alone.. alone.. ALONEEEE!!!"
To Be Continued...
Next Chapter: Torment of Truth - True Agony (Finale).