Deep in the Living

Chapter 786 Rediscovering Pain
The Fifth Hospital is now the representative building of the entire Pluto City. Not only do many medical students who graduated from the capital, Los Angeles University, come here for further studies, but the World Bureau has also established a deep cooperative relationship with it.

The hospital's overall strength, including its scale, resources, and number of experts, has reached second place nationwide.

The underground area was also completely expanded for the storage of corpses, waste disposal, and some unknown special experiments.

Currently, there is a large underground warehouse that has not yet been officially put into use.

Hooks hang overhead, and various metals have replaced the stone bricks, transforming the space into a room resembling a preaching room.

Hawke had shed his casual clothes and donned the most common monk's leather robes.

His unique features, such as his fingernails, teeth, neck ring, and navel, all have a hooked structure.

The true hell, a demon-level existence.

The hellish monks within the Great Monastery, given the letter H (Hook), are also designated by the will of hell as the sole administrators of the [Torture Chamber].

Demons who commit heinous crimes in the real hell will be captured alive and sent here, where they will be subjected to extreme and painful punishment before their death.

Just as Black-Eyed Morton saw, Hawke was a god-like being, a top-tier false god.

He was two whole stages ahead of Roddy, a young man who hadn't even built a kingdom or laid out a garden.

Theoretically, it is invincible.

But Roddy had to try; this experience of confronting the Outer Gods was invaluable.

Just standing here and hearing the clanging of various hooks, Hua Yuan, a monster who had never undergone painful training, already felt uncomfortable.

Just then, a sharp voice came from the front: "Are you ready, Roddy..."

Although Hawke opened his mouth to speak, his voice was transmitted through the friction of various hooks, making it extremely piercing and causing blood to seep from both of their ear canals.

There was no fear, no old biological deconstruction.

This is pure suffering.

Before it even started, Roddy was already recalling the various scenes of being hung in the preaching room, being whipped, hooked, and having his flesh torn.

My left arm started to crackle, as if there was some strange resonance.

He looked at the girl beside him, "Hua Yuan, when we go to the dungeon together, you probably won't be able to move around freely, but will stay inside me in the form of a comic book."

Now let's try to simulate it. Come in... It's going to hurt a lot.

"Ah."

Hua Yuan reached out and touched Luo Di's body, his flesh becoming two-dimensional, flowing into his body in the form of a black and white comic.

After bonding,

Roddy took a deep breath, bracing himself for the torture, and said softly, "Ready."

A response was received.

Hawke started moving.

However, unlike Mr. Rose's physical attacks, and unlike the old individuals encountered in the dungeon, they all wanted to invade head-on.

Clang! Clang!

Hawke did not attack, but instead spread his arms and silently chanted some kind of hellish scripture.

Swish!
A series of hooked iron chains shot out from Hawke's body, connecting the walls, the floor, and the ceiling.

This caused the person to suspend in the air, spread out in a starfish shape, resembling some kind of hellish formation centered on themselves.

Roddy had never seen this move before and didn't know what it was for.

Based on his combat experience, Hawke was less than a hundred meters away, and his body was fully exposed, making him appear vulnerable at first glance.

Even with the obstacles along the way, Roddy was confident he could kill them head-on.

"bring it on."

Roddy lowered his center of gravity, tensed his calves, and jutted out his back.

At the moment of spinal opening,
He was already shot out.
A black blade flashed, instantly killing the enemy!

Hawk, who was fixed in the air, was cut in two, with hooks constantly falling from his severed abdomen.

Effortlessly, with a single strike, he was killed.

Just as Roddy was wondering,
A sharp pain came from the back of my hand.

While quickly killing Hawk, I accidentally grazed the back of my hand with the hook, causing a slight cut but no bleeding.

but,

As he felt this "pain," the sensation intensified, becoming increasingly painful and unbearable, even affecting his ability to handle a knife.

Roddy gritted his teeth and held on, quickly switching to his other hand. He turned around swiftly and charged at Hawke, whose body had already been severed. This time, he not only intended to cut him open but also to further shred him and burn him with lightning.

Just as we were getting close... Ding!

A crisp metallic sound spread through his brain, and the pain on the back of his hand suddenly spread throughout his body, causing Roddy to lose his senses for a moment.

In the blink of an eye,
The scene before us has changed.

It was no longer the basement of the Fifth Hospital, and Hawke, cut in half, was no longer in front of me.

Instead, it was a blood-red valley piled up with the limbs of various tortured people, with the heads of millions of tortured people hanging on both sides by hooks, screaming incessantly.

Roddy couldn't move.
His body was suspended, with hooked iron chains inserted into various parts of his body, especially the acupoints where the pain was most intense.

Fingers, toes, armpits, back, inner hips, knees, elbows, temples, eyelids, tongue.

It is fixed in the air in a "T" shape.

Even the slightest fluctuation would cause these chains to pull on the flesh, causing an excruciating pain that pierces the bone marrow and tears the soul, spreading throughout the body like poison.

The veins all over his body bulged out, several of them even burst open, and his violent screams of pain echoed through the valley.

He had expected it to hurt, but he hadn't imagined it would hurt this much. This wasn't a battle at all; it was more like a crushing defeat by someone in a superior position.

Roddy gritted his teeth, trying his best to stay conscious.

Looking ahead, he vaguely saw Hawk... he saw the true form of this demon king of hell.

The crimson sky,
Countless hooked chains were piled up and coiled together, forming the foundation and the throne.

A demon king, whose entire body is made up of tens of thousands of torture instruments, each corresponding to a person being tortured, sits on it.

Like the blood of the tortured flowing continuously from the eye socket of a black hole, turning into a waterfall of blood that cascades downwards.

He rested his chin on one hand, gazing at Luo Di in the valley.

H. Hawke, the King of Pain

His voice, mingled with endless wails, traveled through the vibrations of the chains:

“Rodi… if you want to fight me, you need to earn the right to do so. Only by enduring this most basic pain will you be qualified to challenge my throne.”

The sound stirred the chains, intensifying the spread of suffering.

Although Roddy was screaming in pain, his body gradually stabilized.

On the surface of his unique brain, a girl from a comic book is lying there, sticking out her tongue and earnestly licking it.

This lick brought Roddy back to his senses, reminding him of the past, of when he first arrived in Hades City and was imprisoned in the Fifth Hospital, where he first came into contact with the torture chamber.

He slowly came to understand the essence of suffering.

He had once learned about pain from Hawke, but gradually forgot and lost it through a series of explorations, struggles, and fearful realizations in the corner.

He only picked it up again recently, after being cruelly executed by Mr. Rose.

The current torment is not a test, but a form of "recovery exercise".

Luo Di, with his head drooping and black hair covering his face.

A smile slowly spread across his bleeding lips; this was the purpose of his visit to Hades City.

hum!
A ray of moonlight, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, fell vertically down, like a spotlight shining on the protagonist.

It whitened the skin, filled the wounds, and even slowly bleached the chains.

During his torture, Roddy suddenly exerted his strength, grabbing the iron chains binding him with both hands, roaring loudly, and pulling hard.

what! ! ! !

Blood splattered everywhere as Roddy forcefully pulled out the chains connecting the tortured men on either side, making them part of his own power.

The remaining chains were subsequently torn off.

Snapped!
His body fell from mid-air and landed directly in the basement of the Fifth Hospital.

He stood at the door, with little blood or wounds on his body, only minor abrasions on the back of his hands.

Clearly, what just happened was a form of mind intrusion.

However, his left arm became hot and turned red. A hooked iron chain, similar to the one before, actually grew out from between his arms and dragged on the ground.

Hawke, who was not far away, was overjoyed to see this.

"I knew it, this is the perfect torture chamber arm..."

(End of this chapter)