Poverty makes me capable of anything.

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An Ran recognized the voice as that of the sorcerer.

"Turns out there was a cowardly little bug hiding nearby." The sarcasm continued.

With a ripple in space, a red figure emerged from nothingness, his eyes blazing with fury as he stared intently at the woman who seemed to have flipped a switch to mockery.

"What are you looking at? If you've got the guts, fight me one-on-one!"

"you……"

Tatu reached out and stopped the sorcerer.

"Don't rush..."

"Stop talking. If you have the guts, just come up and kill me. You idiot!" An Ran continued to mock.

"Okay, I'll give you a chance to ask a question!"

Tatu suppressed his anger.

However, Tatum is a typical example of someone who "gets angrier the more he thinks about it, and feels more cheated the more he endures it."

If you hold back now, you'll only get angrier later.

What an ignorant woman, trying to stall for time?

I'll show you what the terror of a sorcerer is in a moment!

"Do you... have... that kind of... method?" An Ran carefully chose her words, "like the kind of method that allows you to commit suicide without anyone noticing after being caught?"

What?

Both Tatu and the sorcerer were dumbfounded when they heard Anran's question.

What kind of question is this?

You'd rather be killed outright than ask something so meaningless?

Didn't you hear me? Then I'll ask again.

Not getting an answer, An Ran asked again.

"No, who would bother researching this kind of thing?" Tatu snapped impatiently. "Alright, now that you have your chance, you should tell me who sent you."

His eyes were cold and menacing; if An Ran dared to play tricks on him, he wouldn't be polite.

An Ran nodded: "A fair trade, that's reasonable. Then I'll tell you, no one sent me here, I came on my own."

"What a joke!" Tatu glared at An Ran. "Do you think I'm easy to fool? I'll give you one more chance..."

An Ran said helplessly, "I'm telling the truth, but what can I do if you don't believe me?"

"In that case, I hope you can endure my torment!"

Once the bottle filled with rage was opened, Tatu, under the influence of the curse, was no longer human.

To test their will, toil their muscles and bones, starve their bodies, and leave them destitute...

A series of methods flashed through Tatu's mind.

A giant hand formed from red energy reached out and headed straight for An Ran's head.

There are many ways to deal with women.

"Oh, right."

Standing there motionless, An Ran suddenly said again, "I told the truth, you weren't lying to me, were you?"

“I’m lying to you!” Tatu roared.

The virtual figure's large red hand grabbed down.

Just as they were about to lift An Ran up, her tiny hand, hundreds of times smaller than a large hand, actually blocked it.

The large hand couldn't advance even an inch.

"..."

Tatu's eyes grew bigger and bigger.

How can it be?

The power it displayed completely exceeded his imagination.

"Do you think that's all I'm capable of?" Tatu sneered.

The crimson hand was merely the most basic tactic.

Runes began to roll down from his and the sorcerer's bodies, crawling along the ground all the way to An Ran's feet.

These runes will immediately exert their magical effects as soon as they touch the body!

"Let me show you the pain of being itchy all over but unable to move!"

"From top to bottom, inside and out, there is nowhere to escape!"

"Don't worry, I'm not in a hurry to kill you. If you can't take it anymore, just beg for mercy. As long as you tell me who sent you, I'll help you break the curse!"

Tatu laughed.

This kind of itching is much more severe than that caused by skin diseases.

No medication can cure it.

Even severing the nerves won't save you.

At first, it was just a slight itch, like I had just been bitten by a mosquito.

Start with the limbs and bones.

Tatu stared at Anran's body.

Normal people can tolerate it, but as time goes by, the itching will penetrate deep into the bone marrow, and there is no way to escape it. No matter how strong your will is, you will not be able to endure it.

My body trembles, and I can't help but want to scratch, but every part of my body is itchy, so I can't scratch it all.

Time slips away bit by bit.

Tatu and the others were all sweating.

"Why!" he suddenly roared.

He imagined for 10 seconds, then watched the runes and Anran struggle for a minute.

He would crawl a little closer, then shrink back in fear, then crawl back again, and shrink back again.

“Your spell is useless,” An Ran said.

Tatum took two deep breaths: "This is just the beginning!"

Since this spell is useless, let's try another one!

A powerful spell that binds the body and erodes its defenses!

The secret to ending this world lies in this room!

A sinister smile crept across Tatu's lips.

He used all his skills.

In this tug-of-war, An Ran's mental assessment finally failed.

"Movement is restricted for 1 minute, and defense is reduced by 30%."

This is pretty impressive; one minute is enough for those fast people to do it many times over.

However, Tatu and the sorcerer, blinded by rage, had apparently forgotten about Ella's existence.

“You think I’ve forgotten about this robot?” Tatu suddenly grinned.

"..."

“Strong pulse interference!” Tatu waved his hand.

Once the gesture recognition was completed somewhere in the room, a row of sharp mechanical devices suddenly emerged from the previously neat wall.

Tatu laughed loudly: "Feel the baptism of bullets! These arcane bullets are no ordinary things; the layers upon layers of arcane magic will make you feel the profoundness of arcane arts!"

An Ran's expression was strange.

Profound and extensive?

It's still mechanical equipment.

I never imagined that you, a descendant of a sorcerer, would betray us and join the ranks of mechanics.

“There are seventeen different spells in here. Even a master who has just formed the rudimentary stage of his domain would find it difficult to remain unharmed after being bombarded by these bullets,” Tatu said. “But don’t worry, these spell bullets will not kill you.”

“Let’s begin!” Tatu waved his hand again.

In his home turf of the new mansion, his methods go far beyond these.

A sorcerer who should have been hiding in the back was able to put on his armor and fight even in the meticulously planned new mansion.

next moment--

Not a single bullet was fired.

The scene that I had envisioned, where An Ran was being shot and twisted around, never happened.

"start!"

Tatu waved again.

There was still no response.

What's going on?!

"Are you sure you want to start now?" An Ran asked quietly.

"What do you mean?" Tatu frowned.