The magic cards I made are absolutely flawless!

I clearly didn't sense any magic attached to the ropes! How could I not break free?!

Trying to break free of the ropes but finding it futile, Baron Batchell once again stretched out his neck, trying to devour Dekan.

However, before he could revert to his original form, Cornelia slammed his head into the ground with a hammer, creating a small dent.

"what!!!"

Baron Bachcher howled.

Getting hit by this hammer hurts extra much!

The injury wasn't fatal, but the pain was excruciating!

Baron Bachcher was now extremely weak and could not withstand Cornelia's brute force attacks.

"Sigh, it seems I'll have to make you remember something."

Dekan sighed and threw out a card, summoning the Broken Poet.

"This darkness holds no hope, no redemption, because this darkness is myself..."

The brief peace ended in an instant with the chanting that sent chills down Baron Bachcher's spine.

He was plunged back into that state of extreme pain, the agony surging once more from within, his body and mind constantly being ravaged...

"Ugh, gurgle gurgle..."

Baron Bachcher's face turned ashen, and he opened his mouth, uttering incoherent, uncontrollable sounds.

He finally realized that the summoned creature surrounded by black mist was the source of his torment.

"Cornelia, don't hit him too hard, just tap him on the shoulder blade."

Cornelia swung the hammer in her hand once more.

Terror Hammer

[Category: Equipment Card]

[Grade: Blue Rare]

[Class: 2]

[Attack Bonus 200]

[Effect: When hit by this weapon, it causes double the pain.]

[Note: "Here's Cornelia!"]

This is a custom warhammer that Dekan made for Cornelia, perfectly suited to his system.

Dekan is not yet able to create a longsword capable of withstanding Cornelia's power.

Therefore, a blunt weapon was temporarily forged for Cornelia.

Compared to swords, blunt weapons are less likely to break.

This hammer was much larger than a typical tool hammer, and the handle was about as long as the blade of the sword Cornelia used to use.

So Cornelia found it surprisingly easy to wield.

The Broken Poet was not present when Baron Bachcher was struck by the Dreadhammer, so he only suffered twice the pain.

Now, with the Broken Poet present, he'll take a hit from Cornelia's hammer.

It will be twenty times the pain that Baron Bachcher has never experienced.

Cornelia seemed to be trying to control her strength.

Then he tapped Baron Bachcher on the shoulder like cracking a walnut.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

An incredibly shrill scream echoed through the cooking classroom.

"How about it?"

"Dekan asked."

Baron Bachcher seemed unable to speak, convulsing wildly on the ground.

Dekan: "Baron Bachcher, do you know what it feels like to faint from pain and then wake up from it again?"

Baron Bachel: "Awooouruluurulu..."

Dekan: "Cornelia, once he's a little more awake, start tapping his right hand, then his left, and then his left foot."

Cornelia: "Where's your right foot?"

Dekan: "I'm keeping it for him, I just want to make OCD suffer."

Cornelia nodded.

She didn't have obsessive-compulsive disorder, but the elegant Baron Batchell likely did.

After all, he kept everything in the cooking classroom neat and tidy, and he was very particular about the position of his tie.

021 Dekan is conducting Dekan-style brainwashing.

The two waited for Baron Bachcher to regain his senses.

The entire cooking classroom was eerily quiet, except for Baron Bachcher's occasional ramblings.

About a minute later, Baron Bachcher's eyes finally regained some of their sparkle.

"It seems he's awake now, we can start knocking again."

Dekan gave the order, and Cornelia nodded.

Just as Cornelia was about to swing the hammer, Baron Bachcher mustered all his strength and mumbled, "Let go! Good... good uh-ooh!"

These were the words that Baron Bachel shouted with the last of his strength.

He wanted to say: Let me go, we can talk this over.

From any perspective, he could no longer endure this torment, both internal and external.

He could only pray that Dekan would understand him.

"Ugh."

Dekan sighed deeply and withdrew the title of "Broken Poet".

"Wouldn't it have been better if we had done this earlier? If we could have spoken calmly, who would want to resort to fighting and killing?"

Baron Bachcher: "..."

He dared not comment on the statement, but his mind was filled with profanities.

"You seemed to be trying to kill me just now?"

Dekan asked again.

His voice was unusually calm as he rested his cheek on one hand and looked at Baron Bachcher with a rather sly expression.

"No, no! I didn't!"

Baron Bachcher wailed.

The more composed Decan was, the more fear Baron Bachcher felt.

Bachcher had never seen a demon with such sinister methods.

After the experience, Bachcher even felt that death was nothing more than this.

"I don't like lying devils, so I'll give you another five minutes of tattered poetry recitation as a form of moral education."

Dekan pursed his lips, seemingly somewhat disappointed in Baron Bachcher, and waved the card in his hand, saying...

Baron Bachcher: "???"

So what should I say? Should I say I want to kill you? And then get hit with a hammer?

Although his mind was in complete chaos, he could only continue to beg for mercy: "No! I'll never lie again!"

Upon hearing this, Dekan temporarily put away the cards in his hand.

“Batchell, let’s be frank, okay? As long as you tell the truth, I won’t make things difficult for you, but at the same time, I also hope that you can say something that satisfies me.”

He stared at Bachcher, his pupils unmoving, his gaze seemingly able to pierce through Bachcher's entire demonic nature.

Baron Bachcher had previously harbored murderous intent towards Decan.

However, not only did he fail to kill Dekan, he was also tortured by Dekan, which only intensified his hatred.

Even though Baron Batchell was gripped by fear, his murderous intent could not be erased.

"I was wrong!! I admit I wanted to kill you just now! But I won't do it again! I'll never think about it again! I'll never lie again!!"

Baron Bachcher's voice was extremely shrill, even bordering on a sob.

He never wanted to experience that pain again, no matter how absurd the other party's request was.

He was well aware of his situation.

I am now just a crawler in their hands.

It might even have been that way from the very beginning.

I never had the chance to confront him, or even escape from him.

Before he even realized it, everything had already fallen into the other party's control.

"Batchell, since you admit you wanted to kill me, it's not unreasonable for me to kill you, right?"

"No, no..."

"Ok?"

"Not excessive at all!!"

Bachcher would shout as if reporting to his superior.

Dekan nodded slightly, his gaze softening.

"If you had encountered any other demon, you would probably be dead by now. Fortunately, you encountered me. I have always been kind-hearted and firmly believe that everyone has a good heart, so I hope to give you a chance to repent."