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When the two first met, the man who came from a humble background but still worked hard to become a successful person and was admitted to the Star University...The gentle, humble and polite Last was just an insignificant aspect and disguise of the other party.

The real Rast might be even colder and more indifferent than he thought. He would do anything to achieve his goal, making it impossible to see through his true heart.

"The organization you mentioned is..."

After a moment's silence, Ingrid spoke again hoarsely, "Does Star University, and does Hiltina herself, know about it?"

"Of course they don't know. They will never know."

Luster's answer was still accompanied by a gentle smile.

"What I want to establish is a secret organization that is completely loyal to me, hiding in the shadows of history, and secretly interfering with the entire world..."

"If Star University or idealists like Hiltina find out and expose it to the public, then what's the point of it existing?"

"so……"

Ingrid looked into Luster's eyes. "I can interpret this as—"

"A secret organization similar to the Bronze Rose or those evil cults that roam the continent, staging blood sacrifices, right?"

"Yes."

Last nodded with a smile. "This force will not be constrained by any country or law on the Western Continent, but will be completely loyal to me."

"As for the members of the organization, they don't need to have any will of their own. They only need to carry out my will."

"Establishing secret cults, infiltrating nations, manipulating wars...without the need for laws and without any scruples, to achieve their goals they can wield their knives against innocents, even children, or launch blood sacrifices against cities..."

"Senior Ingrid, isn't this exactly what you were best at, and what you've even become accustomed to?"

He paused for a moment and said, "Believe me, if you choose to join, one day you will gain power and strength far greater than ever before. You will hold a position above all people and all living beings."

"Then you'll be able to turn those who bullied you in the past, those who acted arrogantly and conceitedly in front of you... into your own playthings."

"You can make them fall to the dust, and they hate you so much but can do nothing but kneel down like a pug - just like they did when they were looking down at you from the clouds."

"After all, this world is a giant jungle where the strong prey on the weak. And in this law of the jungle, the strong have the right to toy with the weak, and the weak should obediently become the playthings of the strong, right?"

"Over the years, we have risen from humble beginnings, desperately trying to climb up, using any means necessary to improve our status, wanting to gain power, wanting to stand at the pinnacle of this world..."

"Isn't it to control your own destiny and free yourself from the status of a weak person, but to bully and toy with others as a stronger person, turning them into your toys?"

Luster's smile was like warm sunshine: "You should know, senior sister..."

"What I just said was not just empty boasting."

"If I didn't have a trump card that no one else in the world could possibly possess, how could I have rescued you without anyone noticing, right under Hiltina's nose..."

"So, let us reign supreme over millions of people..."

He extended his hand to Ingrid in front of him:

"How about turning the whole world into our plaything?"

However, looking at the hand extended to her, Ingrid simply closed her eyes slowly.

"It seems that my past self, Dean Gin, and Hiltina—never truly understood your heart, Last."

"You may come from humble beginnings, but within you lies an ambition powerful enough to consume the entire world."

"I understand. The ability to rescue me from the cliff and even freeze the entire world is definitely not ordinary. Even legends have never had such a record."

"Perhaps one day, your ambition will truly overturn the entire world. In this world where the strong prey on the weak, you will climb to the highest point and become the most powerful being, ruling over millions of people. Everything in the world will crawl at your feet, becoming your playthings."

"And by then, those who choose to follow you will be considered the most powerful followers of the dragon, second only to the emperor and above all others... As for the filth and blood along the way, they are merely necessary sacrifices on the road to becoming king, the so-called food."

"only--"

She gently opened her eyes and looked into Rast's eyes, which were like black holes swallowing up all the light, without flinching.

"After witnessing the sun's radiance with my own eyes—I can't return to the gloomy, oppressive darkness and join the scourge of corruption."

"I refuse your invitation, kill me."

……

Listening to Ingrid's answer, Rust sighed softly.

"Just as I expected, you rejected me, Senior."

He looked down at Ingrid who was kneeling on the ground: "It's just that I just happened to be attracted by your ability--"

"I must make you completely loyal to me and tame you into my most loyal subordinate."

He snapped his fingers: "I can't bear to kill you directly, senior sister. That would be too wasteful-"

"In that case, let's use some punishment—isn't that how it's played out in anime?"

"No matter how noble and unyielding a female knight may be, if she is tortured enough times, she will eventually break down and become evil—"

"Then, they were tamed into obedient slaves and lackeys."

As he snapped his fingers, Ingrid felt that the metal mechanism that had previously imprisoned her was suddenly triggered, with the sound of gears turning and metal stretching.

It was not until this moment that she understood her situation. She seemed to be bound in an iron coffin by shackles made of deep-sea silver.

The shackles and chains made of deep-sea mithril restricted all her movements and blocked the magic power in her body, making all the extraordinary abilities that Ingrid could use ineffective - now Ingrid, imprisoned in the shackles, was no different from an ordinary person.

The steel coffin slowly closed, and then, driven by mechanisms and chains, the coffin imprisoning Ingrid slowly moved towards the sea.

"Do you think I'll give in like this, Luster?"

Ingrid looked at the boy outside through the holes in the steel coffin, her voice still calm.

"Of course I know you're the military's inspector general. Common torture methods, such as forced confessions, won't work on you at all."

"So, I've carefully prepared something for you this time. After all, given the crimes you've committed before, including human trafficking, blood sacrifices, and the slaughter of countless innocent people, civilians, and even children... no matter how cruel the punishment, it's not excessive, right?"

Rast spoke from outside the steel coffin:

"The shackles of deep-sea mithril can render all supernatural abilities ineffective, and I happen to have mastered a certain ability to rewind time and space. I can allow you, senior sister, to rewind your physical state to the second before death at the moment of your death."

"So, Senior Sister, you will be imprisoned in a coffin and submerged in the deep sea. You will suffocate to death from lack of oxygen, but after suffocating to death, you will be reborn before your death... and this cycle will repeat itself."

"You will be trapped in a coffin submerged in the deep sea, suffocating to death and resurrecting in an endless cycle of reincarnation, looping back and forth between life and death, dying and being reborn, living and dying again, until you completely surrender and submit to me."

"Well, goodbye, Senior."

"I'm looking forward to seeing you with your pride and self-esteem completely shattered when we meet again."

"And - the day when I completely tame you, Senior Sister, and make you docile and obedient, and give you a new life."

Last's words were followed by the sound of the chains being dragged.

Before she could even open her mouth, Ingrid and the steel coffin fell into the boundless deep sea.

Chapter 186 I Want to Conquer You, the Proud Eagle (5k2)

Even sunlight cannot penetrate the hundred-meter-deep sea water, leaving only pure darkness.

The iron coffin made of fine steel and mithril, which looked like a cage, sank into the deep sea.

The cold sea water poured into the iron coffin, bringing a salty touch.

The remaining oxygen in the iron coffin was consumed in a very short time, and what followed was the feeling of suffocation caused by lack of oxygen, which seemed to be endless, making Ingrid in the iron coffin extremely painful.

Along with it came the high-pressure environment brought by the hundreds of meters deep sea water, which was enough to burst the eardrums and damage the organs of ordinary people, as well as the nitrogen narcosis caused by the high-pressure environment.

If it were an ordinary person in such an environment, it would only take a few seconds for him to die from the shattered internal organs.

Even Ingrid couldn't sustain this condition for long... She wanted to struggle to save herself, but the mithril shackles penetrated every bone joint of her body, completely blocking all of Ingrid's extraordinary abilities and preventing her from using them.

After struggling in the pain of suffocation, drowning and high pressure for more than ten minutes, Ingrid's heart slowly stopped beating due to lack of oxygen.

Although the physique of a transcendent is different from that of an ordinary person, she has not broken through the legend after all, and has not completed the leap in the essence of life. She is still in the "human category" - her body still follows the basic rules of the human body, and she will still suffocate to death if the oxygen is completely cut off.

however--

The next moment, Ingrid's heart stopped beating and she lost consciousness.

Her body trembled again as if she had been electrocuted, and her lifeless heart began to beat again.

Ingrid's physical condition was retraced back to the time before she drowned, and what followed was the dark deep sea, high pressure, and the pain of suffocation.

……

Among the many methods of execution, waterboarding, which involves covering the prisoner's mouth and nose with a towel and pouring water on them, causing them to suffocate and drown, is one of the most notorious tortures.

However, the so-called waterboarding is just a pain that needs to be experienced once.

But for Ingrid at this moment, death is not a relief.

Once drowned, one will be retraced to the time point before death and resurrected, then feel the suffocation and high pressure in the deep sea again, die again, and be resurrected again...in an endless cycle.

She wanted to struggle but couldn't escape, and dying was a pure luxury.

All that remains is the recurring near-death experiences, which have formed a vortex of despair.

……

I don’t know how long this lasted.

Until one moment, the metal chains scattered around the iron coffin suddenly tightened again.

Driven by gears and mechanisms, heavy chains pulled the iron coffin, slowly pulling it back to the shore from the deep seabed.

"Senior, in the deep sea, you can neither live nor die..."

"To experience the painful sensation of suffocation and near-death over and over again, a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand times... Such an experience must be very uncomfortable."

The sunlight that did not exist in the dark deep sea shone through the cracks in the iron coffin and illuminated Ingrid's eyes again.

Then, she heard the boy's familiar voice.

However, the clear voice that usually sounded quite gentle and refreshing, now made Ingrid feel strange and cruel, as if she had fallen into an icy cave.

This young man named Rast is like a machine in human skin...

Because the fake human appearance seems too delicate and lifelike, no one has ever truly known what kind of empty and numb heart is hidden in that body.

It was a darkness deeper than the night, like a black hole that swallowed everything, not even light could escape.

"So, what do you think of my previous suggestion, Senior?"

Ingrid only spoke hoarsely at Rust's question.

"I was in the sea...how long has it been?"

"I knew you'd ask that question, Senior." Luster smiled, raised his wrist, glanced at the mechanical pocket watch on his wrist, and then showed the dial to Ingrid: "Exactly one full day has passed, twenty-four hours."

"but."

There was a slight pause in his words.

Luster's gaze pierced the cracks in the iron coffin, lingering briefly on Ingrid's face, which had become exceptionally pale from being soaked in seawater, and slightly exhausted and haggard. "I think, in your subjective experience, it's probably much more than just twenty-four hours."

Ingrid was silent.

She had already guessed this.

In an interrogation room without windows and sunlight, or in the deep sea, long-term and frequent torture and interrogation... it is easy for the interrogated prisoners to have a confused sense of time and be unable to distinguish between dates and experienced time.

Perhaps a whole day has passed in the prisoner's subjective perception, but in reality only two or three hours have passed, or it may be completely the other way around.

In the military's interrogation and torture textbooks, there are many interrogation methods designed to address the prisoners' confused sense of time. As the former director of the Inspectorate, Ingrid is very familiar with this.

But even so——

When Ingrid clearly felt like she had been tormented in the deep sea for weeks, even months...

At this moment, when Last told her that only one whole day had actually passed, Ingrid found it difficult to accept the huge gap and her mind was shaken.

But after a long silence, she just closed her eyes again.

"I know what you're going to do next..."

Ingrid whispered, "You won't stop until I completely surrender and become a weapon loyal only to you and you achieve your goal."

Although she was the best interrogator in the military and had received the most rigorous anti-interrogation training, when she faced Last in person, Ingrid still felt an indescribable sense of powerlessness in her heart.

The young man before her, named Last, was different from any opponent she had faced in the military interrogation bureau before.

Cult fanatics, battle-hardened elite soldiers, death squads raised by other countries' royal families... these are all extremely tough and strong people, cruel and ruthless people, but they all have essential differences from Rast.

It is hard to imagine what kind of past Rast had that would create such a monster that is not like a human.