Cheat Awakening

The fatty didn't answer Roswell's question. Instead, he raised his right hand. Two red beams of light shot from a bracelet hidden beneath his robe, striking both Roswell and the maid squarely in the chest. They instantly fell to their knees, their bodies paralyzed. They could still move their heads, but the rest of their limbs were rendered useless.

Despite the paralysis, they could feel everything, yet couldn't budge a single finger.

"I'll only ask once, whore," The fatty growled. "Tell me who was the man you conspired with to kill me!"

Hearing the question, Roswell, who was still desperately trying to convince herself everything would be alright, suddenly lost all hope. Now she understood why her bastard husband who considered her as his punching bag, had brought her to this kind of secret place. He must have already decided to leave her here permanently.

"I'll tell you everything, Gristle, but please let Kaira go," Roswell pleaded, her voice trembling with fear.

SNAP!

Her plea was answered by a cold snap from the fatty. One of the seven strange figures, resembling a two-meter-tall, walking beast, approached Kaira, the maid. He scooped her up in a princess carry despite her terrified screams and Roswell's desperate pleas. It was a futile effort.

He laid her down on the altar. Then, he retrieved a black potion that emanated an ominous and dangerous aura just by looking at it. He emptied the entire vial into her mouth. Raising his hands, a black dagger made of energy materialized in his hand. He then brutally cut off all of Kaira's clothes, leaving her completely naked.

Then, he cast his robe aside as well. What stood before everyone was an exceptionally grotesque man. His face, far more terrifying than any monster, sported a bulbous nose, cracked lips, and crudely stitched eyes that seemed to see everything despite being completely sealed.

His head was shaved and rough, and his entire torso was stitched together from various parts, many of them different shapes and colors, as if they were not originally his. His entire back was covered in dragon-like black scales.

While he wore nothing on his upper body, he had a pair of pants on his lower half, which he removed without hesitation, revealing a monstrous ten-inch-long monster and a scrotum the size of a bull's, hanging down to his knees.

This hideous bald man, seemingly unconcerned about his appearance, climbed on top of the naked Kaira under her horrified gaze and placed the tip of his monstrous member at her vaginal entrance, and pushed in without hesitation or formality.

Such a rough and forceful entry was clearly not pleasurable, and Kaira screamed like a pig in pain. Sadly, she couldn't move any part of her body except her head, which could do nothing but scream

Rosewell, witnessing her childhood friend in such agony, begged the fatty to stop, but it was in vain. The fatty continued to stare at her with a cold, emotionless expression.

"Who was that man?" He repeated, his question simple yet laced with threat.

Though the question was straightforward, Roswell clearly wasn't willing to answer. She desperately resorted to other tactics, reminiscing about their happy times together to plead for Kaira's life. This tactic, however, seemed to have the opposite effect on the fatty, his previously expressionless face finally contorted with anger he'd been trying to suppress.

Slap!

He rose from his golden throne and slapped Roswell with his thick palm with such force that her face met the ground. Grabbing her purple hair, he continued to slap her relentlessly, stopping only when her face swelled to the point that even her parents wouldn't recognize her. She was beaten so hard she couldn't even scream.

In the background, Myne desperately wanted to stop the fatty, but every time he tried to touch them, he passed straight through them like a ghost. He could only watch everything unfold with helpless anger.

After practically disfiguring half of Roswell's face, the enraged fatty finally calmed down a bit. He took out a potion bottle and smashed it on her forehead. Although Myne's memories told him it wasn't a healing potion, the liquid upon contact visibly restored Roswell's face to its original state, even expelling the glass shards from her forehead. It was as if she hadn't been beaten at all.

"Who was that bastard, whore! Tell me. This is your last chance." The fatty roared loudly, his bloodshot eyes blazing. He gripped Roswell's hair tightly, panting heavily. It seemed his supposedly super-healthy body couldn't handle the strain of playing the villain and torturing others.

"Let Kaira go and I'll tell you everything, she's innocent, please!" Roswell pleaded, knowing her end was near, and made one last attempt to save the poor girl who was begging for mercy in the background nonstop. But the monster in human skin paid no heed and continued to f*cking her with full enjoyment.

"Haa, haa, haa, good, good. Let's see how long you can maintain your demands in front of me." The fatty said while panting, he flung Rosewell onto the ground before the remaining six weirdos, then settled back onto his throne with a cold sneer.

"Start your work," He commanded. "I want to know everything about the man this whore had a relationship with behind my back."

Upon hearing the fatty's order, the first figure in the line, tall and grotesque, stepped forward towards Rosewell, who lay on the floor like a fish on a chopping board, looking at the approaching weirdo with utter horror.

Upon reaching Rosewell, the guy first chanted some incantation and lightly tapped the ground with his feet. Suddenly, the ground beneath Rosewell began to tremble, and a replica of the altar rose from the earth, with Roswell deposited upon it.

He then retrieved a vial of purple potion from beneath his robe. Prying open Roswell's mouth, he forced the entire contents down her throat. As soon as the potion entered Rosewell's throat, an ear-splitting scream erupted from her lips, as if her body were lying on top of lava. Blood gushed from her mouth, nose, ears, and eyes.

Her soul-shaking screams even drowned out Kaira's screams lasted literally for an entire minute before she fell unconscious.

Then, the weirdo No. 1 took out another potion this time a yellow one and poured its contents into her mouth, reviving her. Before she could process what was happening, he grasped her soft, white hands, focusing on her slender fingers. He began to break them one by one.

"AHHHH!!!"

A fresh wave of heart-wrenching screams tore from her throat, screams that elicited no response except from Roswell and Myne, who had become numb with despair and self-blame. He had fallen to the ground on his knees with tears in his eyes. Unable to do anything but witness the entire torture unfold because of him.

Thinking that only If he hadn't interfered in her life, she wouldn't be suffering this way.

After breaking all her fingers, whose effects were probably no less painful than forcibly putting hands into someone's body and taking out their bones, under the simulation of that yellow potion which could also enhance body sensitivity fivefold, No. 1 didn't make any further moves.
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He let Rosewell suffer for a few minutes, then, seeing that Rosewell's breathing had become calm, he leaned close to her ear and spoke in a surprisingly gentle tone.

"My lady, can you tell me who the man your husband is trying to find is? And how long have you known each other?"

There was no clichéd nonsense of unwavering willpower or refusal to divulge secrets until the end of life no matter how someone tortured her. Just after hearing No.

1's question, Rosewell, who had gone through two rounds of hellish torture and was now willing to do anything to escape it, didn't make any useless demands this time, and readily confessed everything, under the surprised gaze of the fatty.

"So that's the husband of that arrogant ex-princess? You two haven't even been together for an hour, yet he's willing to kill me for you? Am I such a cheap and worthless person in everyone's eyes?" The fatty, who had begun to doubt himself mutters confusedly.

The fatty was just causally talking to himself and due to the unique characters of those weirdoes, he also didn't expect any answers from them, however to his shock, this time every one of them gave him a nod, even the baldy who was busy with his work paused his activity and nodded. Solving his life's biggest doubt instantly. Clearly, his life is as cheap in their eyes as in Myne's.

"You guys..."

Because of these seven people's special identity, no matter how arrogant the fatty was on the outside or in front of his wife, could only just swallow his anger and move on. Otherwise, if they became angry, it was only a matter of time before he would be the one lying on the altar next time.