Cheat Awakening

"Oh, and what could it be?"

"Why don't you hear it yourself?"

Saying that Nethan handed the fatty a palm-sized metal ball-like object, which both the fatty and Myne recognized instantly. It was the most commonly used sound recording device. Though it wasn't a magical device nor very valuable, even so, for a poor orphan, buying this kind of thing whose starting price starts from 100 gold coins is literally impossible. Now, Myne's doubts about Nethan grew deeper.

Before, it was just a casual idea, but now he was 60% sure – this Nethan wasn't a child as he seemed.

The fatty, who wasn't taking Nethan seriously and was about to kill him, paused. Although he didn't know what kind of trick this little brat was trying to pull, seeing that the other party had proof with him, he forced himself to calm down, threw the recording device back to him and gestured for Nethan to activate it, he was stupid enough to activate an unknown device given to him by a stranger.

Nethan, who was waiting for this moment, instantly pressed the blue button on top of the ball. Suddenly, a voice that Myne was most familiar with in this entire world came out of it.

"Miss Rosewell, are you alright? Please take this potion quickly. It will provide some relief from the pain."

Myne's voice, a little different from what he thought it sounded like in his mind, startled him. He'd always imagined his voice to be gentle and pleasant, but upon hearing it from the recording device, he realized it wasn't the case. It wasn't as sweet as he'd always envisioned.

"I can't take it, it's too expensive, and we barely know each other. Why are you giving this to me?" Rosewell's voice followed, sounding exactly as Myne remembered it, unlike his own which sounded a bit different.

However, unlike Myne, the fatty wasn't focused on their voices but on the words themselves. Just from those two sentences, his face turned as cold as ice, and he looked like he was about to murder someone.

Then, what Myne feared most happened. The fatty heard their entire conversation. By the end of the recording, the fatty was so angry that his body was vibrating at maximum capacity. He was literally turned into a living vibrator. His chubby face, red as a tomato, contorted in fury. His already small eyes practically disappeared within the folds of his face.

BOOM!

Finally, the fatty's anger exploded like a volcano. He punches in the air toward the wall beside Nethan. As he did, the bracelet on his wrist glowed a bright red light. An invisible energy blast shot out from the bracelet in sync with the fatty's arm movement, directly obliterating the entire wall. The resulting hole was large enough for two horses to walk through side-by-side.

If Myne had entered the house from the front, he would have definitely seen such a wonderful piece of art. Unfortunately, he was following the culprit who orchestrated the whole thing.

Nethan, narrowly escaping the powerful blast, broke into a cold sweat. Like a robot, he turned his head to look behind him. Seeing the entire wall behind him completely vanished, he couldn't help but tremble in fear. He might have already booked a one-way ticket to hell if the attack had landed just a few centimetres closer.

Even Myne, who was just a bystander watching the fun, couldn't help but break out in a sweat seeing the power of the unknown bracelet. Unlike Nethan, who could only see what happened before him, Myne, in his current weird state, saw things more deeply. If he wasn't mistaken, what the "fatty" did was a casual outburst of mana from the bracelet. He literally didn't even activate it. Continue your adventure with empire

So you can imagine how powerful this thing is.

"You f*cker..."

"What did you say?!"

"Nothing, Master," Nethan stammered. "I think you should think calmly about this matter instead of getting carried away in anger."

Although Nethan wanted to yell angrily at this psychopath fatty, however, after the other party interrupted him and his bracelet started shining again, he instantly took a 180-degree turn, and his all anger turned into respect and humbleness. Like a real servant, he started advising him wisely.

"Hmm, you better control your little tongue, you disgusting worm," The fatty finally revealed his villainous template and spoke disdainfully, not giving a f*ck about Nethan. "Otherwise, I don't mind cursing you to death under my feet."

Although the fatty had a perfect villainous template, but he is still far behind, and there is a lot of room for improvement, before he can become a real villain, not only he wasn't good-looking, he also wasn't an ungrateful bastard as he should be. After silencing Nethan, he casually took out another bag of money and tossed it at him before walking towards the exit.

Nethan, who had already thought he was about to return penniless after making the worst decision of his life, saw the bag flying towards him. His eyes lit up. He quickly caught it and opened it, revealing hundreds of gold coins inside. This was more than enough for his cheap information.

Just as Nethan was about to thank the fatty, he heard the sound of heavy footsteps. It seemed the fatty was showing off, alerting everyone in the house. After a quick thank you and leaving his address in case the fatty needed his help again, under the not-so-friendly gaze of the fatty, he swiftly jumped out the window, vanishing from Myne and the fatty's sight.

Myne didn't know what happened next, as once again a wave of darkness engulfed his vision, and when his sight returned, he found himself back in that hellish hall, right on top of the platform.

For a second, Myne thought he was back in reality, but when he saw hundreds of candles placed all over the platform, enhancing its already creepy atmosphere, and ten people standing before him, he knew it wasn't over, instead, he had finally reached the climax.

Before him stood a total of ten people. Seven mysterious-looking men cloaked in black robes, their bodies completely obscured, not a single part of their bodies visible. These seven stood chanting some incantation before an altar.

The eighth person, whom Myne recognized and couldn't wait to bombard with his skills upon – the source of all his problems – was the fatty, the angry tomato, now sitting on a golden throne with an expressionless face, watching everything silently.

Behind him stood two women. One was Roswell, whom Myne had been trying to save all this time, but now had to accept the reality of the situation. The second was a girl around twenty-five years old, wearing a maid's outfit. Now standing behind Roswell, she was shedding tears like a waterfall, covering her mouth and trying desperately not to vomit.

Although Roswell seemed to be in a better condition, anyone seeing her trembling hands and darting eyes could tell she wasn't as calm as she appeared. She might have already anticipated where things were going.

Finally, after two minutes, those seven weirdos completed their strange prayer. The golden disk atop the altar began to spin slowly. Then they turned around, looking at the fatty, waiting for his instruction.

The fatty, receiving king-like treatment, waved his hand, gesturing for Roswell and the trembling maid to come before him.

Rosewell, knowing there was no other option, took a deep breath, grabbed the maid's hand, and stood in front of the fatty with a blank expression.

"What is the meaning of this, Gristle? Are you worshipping the devil? How can you do this? Don't you know the consequences of making contact with those disgusting scams?" Roswell didn't ask why she was dragged into this place but instead addressed something that even Myne was quite curious about.

However, Myne was curious more about the identities of those seven weirdos, as he had now confirmed that this entire nightmarish setup was their handiwork. However, when he came in front of one of the figures and peeked into his hood, he couldn't help but recoil with a look of fear and disbelief.

Because this seemingly human-looking figure inside the hood was entirely made of small insects. It had no facial features, just hundreds or thousands of insects coming together to form the shape of a head.

After seeing the insect-man, Myne, who was frightened to death, couldn't muster his courage to peek into the other six hoods. But just when he was hesitating, the fatty finally spoke, distracting Myne from his negative thoughts.

"It doesn't matter if I'm worshipping the devil or not. It has nothing to do with you," the fatty spoke coldly, staring at Roswell expressionlessly.

"Then why did you bring us here? I don't believe you brought us here simply to show us this terrible place under our house and this pool of blood, right? By the way, where did you get so much blood anyway?" Roswell, who already sensed something wrong with the way the fatty was looking at her, asked casually, trying to lighten the mood as she always did.

She had gotten used to being beaten by him, so there was nothing new in it now. Perhaps she could as well try to dig out his secret, something that might be useful later.