“I curse you to never have a peaceful death!”

It was because of a woman’s curse that Shang Ke was hit by a car, turning into a human vegetable.

Shang Ke had truly been accused wrongly, and died as a result! He had always lived a clean and honest life, and never cheated on anyone’s feelings, alright? The reason why he had been cursed was all because of that b*stard Qi Chen.

Qi Chen was his childhood friend, and the very model of a playboy. From the time when they were children until now, he had been in enough relationships for the number of his ex-girlfriends to be able to wind around China. In actuality, everything had nothing to do with Shang Ke. He could only blame that b*stard for always using the same reason when breaking up with his girlfriends: I actually like men, and Shang Ke is the man I like.

Like your sister! On the nth day that he was unjustly implicated, that b*stard had even been driving around in a race car with that beauty he just dumped! Qi Chen was happy and unfettered, but the women who were dumped by him had concentrated all of their hated onto him!

If heaven ever gave him the chance, he must kill that b*stard!

He was really given a chance, and although this cursed to die system or whatever it was sounded like a fraud, whether it turned out good or bad this was still a chance for things to become better, right?

The system would have him transmigrate into different worlds and experience the “thrill” of a hero.

When he first heard about it, it had sounded quite classy. But in fact, the purpose was to have him go and die, and he must—【Die Heroically. Die Bravely. Die Dramatically.

Every time that he died, he would be able to obtain a corresponding reward and ability. They were mainly comprised of attributes like constitution, memory, spiritual power, beauty, life expectancy, talents, and other similar attributes. Among those were talents such as martial arts, cooking, drawing, carving, playing musical instruments, acting, and computer skills, among others. These talents would need to be practiced so that he could fully grasp them. After completing all of the missions, he would be able to return to his original world. And, the skills that he obtained from the missions could be brought back with him.

When he heard this explanation, Shang Ke felt somewhat comforted. He could gain rewards after he invested into it, so death had its own worth.

【There are two doctrines for the missions. 】

【1. You may not commit suicide. 2. You may not have a good end.】

Shang Ke: “……” Is this really not a fraudulent system?

System also added—【If you experience three near-death experiences in the same world, but still do not die, then the aforementioned two clauses would become invalid, and host can freely live your life as you please in the world.】

Dying once wasn’t enough, so he had to die three times? Even if he could freely live his life, he did not plan on dying three times in the same world!

【If you fail to complete the mission, then the number of missions shall be raised. For every single failure, two more will be added.】

It was just dying two more times, so he could still accept this point. There were rewards to obtain in the end anyway. In order to return in full health, he would stake it all!

【For Host to adapt as quickly as possible, the System will release “A mission that can be 100% completed even just by sitting” as your first world bonus.】

“A mission that can reach 100% completion, even just by sitting?” Shang Ke didn’t expect that the System would be so generous.

【At the same time, a “Perfect Expression Pack (Permanent)” will be given as a present along with an automatic 50% pain reduction (Limited to First World) to help Host smoothly complete the mission.】

Having 50% pain reduction, there couldn’t be anything more wonderful! With that, there was nothing he needed to fear, other than death.

But what is the “Perfect Expression Pack”?

【Perfect Expression Pack: No matter how much pain the Host is in, or how twisted, haggard, ugly, irritated, or hysterical you are…it would all appear as the legendary 360 degree perfect expression. This allows the Host to possess otherworldly beauty, and be beautiful to the end, and to the core.】

Shang Ke: “……” The f*ck is this?

After he finished listening to the System Explanation, Shang Ke entered his first world in high spirits, ready to battle.

The System said that the first world’s mission could reach 100% completion, along with a 50% pain reduction. So, Shang Ke thought that this mission would not be too difficult.

However, the System was just f*cking playing with him!

If he wasn’t seeing things wrongly, then the place he currently at was—Interrogation. Torture. Scene!

Metal walls surrounded him on all sides, and he was seated in a chair. His neck, waist, and four limbs were restrained by some kind of strange cuffs, and they were f*cking high tech.

At this moment, the System started transmitting him this world’s basic information.

During the year 3100, the Dragon Fang Empire became controlled by Cruise. He started to implement a mighty and constricting policy, turning the entire country into a cold-blooded machine. The lives and views of the masses were constantly being monitored, and if they expressed any objections, then they would be placed under suspicion, or maybe even erased.

In order to overthrow Cruise, General Utrecht suffered in silence for fifteen years while cultivating talents in secret. One by one, he inserted them into the Empire’s regime and hierarchy, establishing an indestructible rebellion network and collaboration group, and was waiting for the opportunity to counterattack in one move.

However, before General Utrecht could finish his preparations, he became a target that the military had their eyes on. To save his other rebels, he decisively chose to kill himself so that he would not accidentally leak any of their information under the Empire’s cruel torture.

After General Utrecht died, Cruise’s internal military group underwent a great cleansing. It caused the rebellion to lose many of their people, but the main power was still preserved. However, the ruler started to become even more strict in monitoring every area.

The main character of this world was General Ravel. Under the layers of monitoring, he had cautiously organized and prepared for the final fight.

However, five days before they were going to leap into action, a mishap occurred.

General Utrecht’s son, Cage, had originally been sent in secret to the remote Taima Planet to live in incognito. Not long ago, he had snuck out of Taima Planet, and hadn’t even entered Dragon Fang Planet for two days before he was caught by Cruise’s men.

According to the original storyline, after Cage was caught, he had blurted out the names of many rebels before they had even used torture on him. Although they had all changed their identities, Cruise tracked them down through image identification, and almost uprooted the power that General Utrecht had established. Countless rebels were sacrificed in this upheaval. Other casualties were even more impossible to calculate, with a bloody massacre continuing for an entire three months. More than ten years of effort were destroyed by a single man, and Ravel was also forced to leave the core of their authority.

All of this, was just because of Cage’s confession.

It took ten years for Ravel to regroup and overthrow Cruise’s dark regime. Cage did not die in Cruise’s hands, but rather was found by Ravel in the slum housing, and then dragged in front of all the rebel’s graves before being publicly beheaded.

Shang Ke’s current identity was this unlucky “Cage” kid. He had just been caught and imprisoned in the capital army’s basement, prepared to be tortured at any moment.

And his mission was: Do not confess, even in the face of death.

As expected of the “mission that can reach 100% completion, even just by sitting,” wasn’t he sitting right now? Plus, the System had not given him any information to confess, so no matter how cruel Cruise’s men tortured him, it was impossible for him to confess.

Shang Ke could already see the tragic experience he was about to undergo. Thankfully, the System had given him a 50% pain reduction. Otherwise, he really wouldn’t be able to continue acting.

Right at this moment, a middle-aged man’s voice entered the room. “So, Young Master Cage, have you thought it over? Are you going to confess or not?”

Of course he won’t confess! Shang Ke was expressionless.

The voice asked again, “As long as you confess, we can guarantee you a rich life afterwards. Didn’t you come back to Dragon Fang Planet because Taima Planet was too poor?”

So he came back because of that? He really had been courting death. If only he had waited another week. Then, as the founder of the rebellion’s son, there would be plenty of glory for him to enjoy. He would also be able to obtain the respect of countless people, becoming a great and powerful second generation.

But unfortunately, he just had to have such great timing to sell out all of the rebels, right when the rebellion was about to occur.

He supposed that it was because Taima Planet’s information was too behind, so Cage had not known this side’s circumstances at all, and rashly ran over.

“Cage, you’re only twenty-two this year, right?” The middle-aged man continued to encourage, “Such a good age, wouldn’t it be a pity if you just died like this?”

“Have you finished speaking rubbish?” Shang Ke coldly responded, with his slightly raised eyebrow giving him a somewhat arrogant air. His former cowering appearance turned lively in a second, causing the observers outside to be stunned. He had obviously been scared to death just now, so how did he suddenly become so strong-willed?

System gave him a 50% pain reduction, and Shang Ke felt that he was capable of enduring the remaining 50%.

As long as he could persevere for 72 hours, that would satisfy him.

The other clearly did not plan to waste time. Seeing that he wasn’t going to confess, his tone became grim, “Since it turned out like this, then don’t blame us for being impolite. Boar, inject him with the sensitizer.”

Sensitizer? What is that thing?

“You should know what a sensitizer is right?”

He was completely clueless, and there was no need to explain it to him, thank you.

But the other still conscientiously explained, “After injecting you with the sensitizer, all of your senses will be upgraded tenfolds. Even if you were lightly patted, you would feel pain as if you were smashed by a heavy object.”

This type of anti-society thing, just why would you make it?! No wonder everyone wants to overthrow you all, you guys deserve it!

A noise sounded from the side, immediately followed by a machine arm extending from the chair. It exposed a syringe that was aimed towards Shang Ke’s neck, and was inserted into him.

Shang Ke felt an ice-cold liquid flow through his vein and enter his body. Just a few seconds later, he felt his spirit shake. His sense of hearing, smell, touch, and sight all became very sharp. He could almost hear all of the observers’ breathing outside the room where he was imprisoned.

“We’ll first let you experience ten times the pain,” the middle-aged man’s voice carried some cruelty.

What, it was just ten times the pain? He could reduce his pain by 50%…wait! Ten times the pain? Let him calculate…calculate. If ten times the pain was reduced by 50%, the remaining 50%…f*ck, it’s still higher than normal by five times!!!

Shang Ke was about to kneel! Could the System be any more fraudulent?

He was completely duped by the System’s so-called “mission that can reach 100% completion, even just by sitting” and “50% pain reduction!”

Within a bright and spacious room, a man around thirty years of age stood with his back facing the window, remaining silent.

He was 192 centimeters (6’2) tall, and stood with his back ramrod straight, with a pair of ice-blue eyes that concealed the sharpness of a spear. His long brown hair hung to his waist, and he wore a perfectly cut suit that outlined his physique with great detail. Sunlight traveled through a french window to illuminate his body, as if it was trying to cover him in a layer of gold.

Gabriel looked at this man with reverence and admiration in his eyes as he urged the man, “Sire Ravel, please evacuate as soon as possible. Otherwise, it will be too late.”

Ravel raised his eyes to look back towards him. “Why did Cage suddenly come to Dragon Fang Planet?”

Gabriel’s eyes were hesitant, mumbling a bit before he replied, “I am not too clear on the matter either. But, I always heard Cage complain about how Taima Planet’s technology was too outdated and that the environment was nasty, and so he really wanted to return to Dragon Fang Planet.”

“So he came back?” Ravel stared at Gabriel, not missing even a trace of the changes in his expression.

Gabriel felt a bit intimidated by his stare, and couldn’t help but lower his head.

Ravel asked again, “What kind of person is he?”

Gabriel’s expression became even more hesitant, seemingly thinking about whether or not he should reply honestly.

Seeing his appearance, Ravel expressed, “Although you are only General Utrecht’s adopted son, your identity is not any different from Cage’s, so there is no need to worry.”

Gabriel clenched his teeth, and said, “Cage’s nature is a bit unreasonable. He also usually just idles about. He likes to bully the weak, but is afraid of going against the strong, so his reputation isn’t very good in Taima Planet.”

Ravel looked down as he sank into his thoughts, no longer questioning Gabriel.

Gabriel watched him for a moment, before once more reminding him, “Sire Ravel, I hope that you will be able to finish your preparations to evacuate today. Cage…Cage likely won’t be able to last even a day.”

Ravel waved his hand and told him, “I know how things stand. You can leave first.”

Gabriel still wanted to say something, but was unable to utter a single word when he was swept with those ice-cold eyes. He could only helplessly withdraw from the room.

At this moment, Ravel’s Deputy General Kahn walked in and handed him some information. His expression was solemn as he asked, “General, what should we do next? Should we send some men to go to Cage and…”

Kahn did a “kill” action.

“The military is relaxed on the outside but strict inside. There aren’t any chances to do so,” Ravel stated while browsing through the information.

“Then what should we do?” The reason why Cruise’s regime was able to rule for so many years was because they controlled the planet’s most advanced intellectual database, as well as an enormous machine corps. The rebellion took more than ten years to infiltrate into the internal layer of technology. Now, they only needed two more days before they would be able to obtain control of the intellectual database and machine corps. Although it was just two hours, that was enough to change the situation.

Success was just in sight, yet it was thrown into disarray by Cage. He just had to be Utrecht’s son. If the General, down in his grave, knew that the plan was destroyed by his son’s hands, he would likely acutely grieve and lament it.

“Should we prepare to withdraw from here?”

“No.” Ravel sharply said, “So long as we have any kind of movement, they would immediately become suspicious. Rather than giving ourselves away in panic, why not compose ourselves and obtain victory? It is only with the optimum time to clash with them that we would perhaps have a chance to survive.”

Although he was almost certain that they would be able to transform their previous failure to a success this time, his face did not reveal any anxiety.

This kind of calm appearance also soothed Kahn’s mind.

He sighed, “We can only hope that Young Master will be able to persevere for two days.”

Ravel faintly said, “You’re very clear about what the military does. Even if it was me, I’m afraid that I could only chose to kill myself in the end.”

Kahn revealed a helpless expression.

Ravel spoke again, “Keep an eye on Gabriel, and have him wait in the mansion and not leave. Since he and Cage have already stepped into this muddy water, then no matter what their status may be, they cannot think to get through unscathed.

There was still 60 hours before the rebels would be able to obtain the rights to control the intellectual database. Right now, in the military’s underground prisoner room, a few slowly moving virtual screens appeared before Shang Ke’s eyes. All sorts of people’s profiles were displayed on them.

“Cage, take a good look. Is there anyone you recognize?” Charlton, the one in charge of interrogating him, asked. “As long as you can identify one, then we will satisfy one of your requests. For example, maybe enjoying some delicious food, or having a cup of tea.”

From the time that Shang Ke had been caught until now, more than ten hours had already passed. Water dripped. His body and spirit were extremely beaten down. However, Shang Ke held onto his belief that if he died earlier then he would get relief earlier. So, he only expressed disdain toward their bait.

However, he was really hungry…

Charlton wasn’t in a rush either. He had displayed those profiles, not only for Cage to have an easier time identifying anyone, but also so that they could read his brain waves and pulse. Usually, when someone saw a person who they recognized, their mind would show some kind of fluctuation. So long as it appeared, their instruments would be able to catch it. Furthermore, with the sensitizer, the prisoner’s perception would be several times higher than normal, and so the fluctuation would also be clearer.

However, more than ten minutes had passed and the profiles had already cycled through many times, yet Shang Ke’s expression and mood did not expose any abnormalities. It was as if he simply did not know any of those people.

Shang Ke voiced that he truly didn’t know a single one of them.

The System was sneaky to the extreme. Although he knew the world’s basic information, any information related to people was marked out with a cross. He couldn’t even recognize the name or appearance of the main character.

However, he still knew how to make the best of his situation despite suffering. While he looked at the profiles, he would inwardly comment on everyone’s attractiveness rating.

Charlton saw that he was staring at someone a bit more and asked, “You’ve seen him before?”

Shang Ke answered, “He looks pretty good.”

Charlton: “……”

Following that, the same situation happened a few more times. Among them, one time occurred with Charlton’s profile. Shang Ke looked at it for several seconds, staring at it so much that Charlton’s face was a bit stiff. His heart was saying, this guy wasn’t trying to drag him down with him to suffer together, right?

A few of the people in charge of interrogation beside him glanced at him meaningfully, and asked, “Cage, is there a problem with this man?”

“There are a lot of problems,” Shang Ke seriously replied.

Your mom, he really was planning to drag him down to suffer together? Charlton viciously stared at Shang Ke in the prisoner room. So long as he dared to say something to slander him, he would give him a taste of how being pricked by the electric needle tastes.

Shang Ke continued, “This person is the cleanest and most honest looking one among all of the ones I’ve seen.”

Pft! All of the interrogation people couldn’t help but laugh. Of course, all but Charlton. He said with a cold face, “Cage, you dare to have the mood to play a joke now?”

There was nothing he could do about it. Since waiting for time to pass was really hard to bear, Shang Ke could only use this method to pass time by. And, perhaps once they became unhappy, they would send someone to kill him and let him return.

The interrogators began to slightly admire the boy. He was still able to remain calm, even in this kind of situation. He appeared to have already finished his preparations to meet death. They had seen numerous people undergoing interrogation, and were able to see the prisoners through with a look, and tell whether they were truly calm, or just faking it.

However, that composure didn’t matter, since the true show was about to begin.

Charlton decided to give up on the time consuming psychological warfare, and directly use torture. He wanted to see just how strong-willed this guy was.

Just how strong-willed Shang Ke was, even he himself didn’t know. But, when the electric current passed through his body, his only thought was that he wanted to immediately die.

Because Shang Ke’s sensitivity had been heightened, it caused him to feel extreme pain while he remained completely conscious. The interrogator had reduced the voltage, but to him, who had never experienced such pain, it was a horrible torment.

【Perfect Expression Pack automatically unlocking, confirm binding.】 The System’s voice sounded within Shang Ke’s mind.

He was currently tied to the chair, his body slightly trembling. He was supposed to be cutting a very sorry figure, but they saw his eyes half-lidded, with his eyelashes trembling as he bit his lip. His short, platinum blonde hair caused electricity to flicker around his head, and his hair to rise. The bright blue light illuminating his skin gave off an ethereal appearance, and gave a rather indistinct sense of beauty.

Damn it! Shang Ke couldn’t help but cuss. Couldn’t it give him something more practical? Even if his expression underwent a major change, he didn’t care!

When the interrogators all saw this scene, a single thought went through all of their minds simultaneously: This guy is really pretty! The electric current brought out all of his hidden beauty…

Dozen of seconds later, the electric shock was cut off. Shang Ke stopped shuddering, but all he could feel was weakness engulfing his entire body. His complexion was white like snow, and traces of burns were visible on his skin. His veins had contracted to create a net-like design, appearing like a tattoo. But, what was strange was that his face was completely free of any injuries.

“Cage, how do you feel?” Charlton coldly smiled and asked.

How did he feel? He had a feeling of desire, to either become immortal or to die. Shang Ke glanced at the middle of the wall. This glance carried some charm, shocking the people on the other side of the wall, and causing their heartbeats to speed up.

This evildoer! If he wasn’t Utrecht’s son, then they would definitely be able to obtain endless benefits by taking him home.

How could Shang Ke know of these guys’ dirty minds, much less that he had already evoked their twisted desire.

Not even giving Shang Ke time to breathe, a machine arm once again extended from the back of the chair. It roughly pulled apart Shang Ke’s clothes, exposing the wide expanse of skin of his chest.

What were they planning to do this time? Shang Ke’s alarmed and angered expression once again delighted the interrogators.

Charlton told the other interrogators, “I propose that we request all of the executive officers to observe this interrogation, and allow them to take note of his lack of expression while undergoing interrogation.”

His proposal obtained most of their favor. They reported to their superior for only a few seconds before the proposal went through.

Soon after, hundreds of executive officers connected to the video in succession, in order to watch the interrogation progress.

Ravel did not expect that he would be able to see General Utrecht’s son under such circumstances. He looked to be in his early twenties, and he had a pretty and delicate appearance. His body seemed frail, and his exhaustion was shown between his brows, but his eyes were spirited.

When he thought back to Gabriel’s evaluation of him, after taking a look at the person himself, Ravel felt that Gabriel’s words were not very reliable.

He sat upright on his chair, his two hands folded together as he silently watched the boy in the screen, his eyes showing nothing.

“Young Master Cage, that was just an appetizer. The main course will begin now, are you ready?” Charlton’s voice carried a faint sense of excitement.

“Bring it on, I’m really hungry.” Shang Ke’s voice was hoarse, and his exhausted appearance appeared somewhat languid, resembling a Persian cat that had just woken up and was awaiting its food.

His shirt was wide open, revealing skin that was covered in traces of burns, along with the purple lines of his veins. His neck, waist, abdomen, hands, and feet were all locked up. His eyes showed forbearance, with no sign of cowardice or fear.

The scene before him did not appear like an interrogation by torture, but rather, it looked like a play of a special nature. The boy in the prisoner room was just too stunning, completely without the miserable condition or shameful actions of someone after being exhausted.

Shang Ke did not know that he was being watched by several hundred people at that moment. After the electric shock, he gained back some strength.

At this time, the tip of the machine arm rotated, and a straw-sized laser extended from it, flickering with a red light. Before it had even touched his skin, he felt short stabs of pain.

“I will give you once more chance.” That evil middle-age man’s voice once again echoed in the room, “If you give us all of the information you have, then we will think about letting you live.”

Charlton asked several questions in succession, but Shang Ke did not say a word.

“So be it. We’ll see just how long your mouth stays shut,” Charlton unhurriedly said, “Our Dragon Fang Empire’s national flower is the Flaming Red Sky. It has seventy-two flower petals, furling in layers like a burning blaze. I think that, if we trace Dragon Fang Empire’s national flower on your body, your father would be very happy, wouldn’t you think?”

If you’re a pervert then you’re a pervert, so what use is there trying to find an excuse? You just want to insult people, so why are you tracing some flower? If you have the ability, then directly trace a pile of sh*t! Shang Ke raised his eyes, his gaze full of loathing. His clear and cold eyes were like a chilly fire reflecting snow, so that people did not dare to look straight at them.

Charlton was not angered, but rather, he smiled. He gave the operator the order to continue.

The laser’s tip began to move, and aimed itself above the right side of Shang Ke’s chest. Under its piercing beam, the outline of a flower began to slowly form on his skin, accompanied by the buzz of the laser.

Shang Ke cried out loudly in pain, his body trembling non-stop as blood flowed down his chest. His hair hung over his face, covering his eyes. The laser’s color was reflected in his eyes, and a fireball seemed to slowly burn in their dark green depths.

Under normal circumstances, the laser drawing wouldn’t hurt so much, but the interrogator adjusted the laser’s settings to be able to cause people to feel a burning, stabbing sensation. With the addition of Shang Ke’s pain being raised five folds, his pain was obvious.

Sweat quickly drenched his body and seeped into his wounds, causing him even more pain. Throughout the process, he fainted several times, but would always be reawakened by the agony.

A faint blush appeared on his fair skin, and Shang Ke’s mouth faintly opened a few times, as if he was an enthusiastically blooming Flaming Red Sky Flower. His flaming eyes conveyed his strong will and determination, beautiful enough to cause people to choke.

Charlton had proposed to allow everyone to watch the live broadcast so that they could sound out the observers’ reactions. After all, the person being tortured was Utrecht’s son, so any rebels who saw him receive such torment would have some sort of reaction, no matter how little.

However, the Cage boy not only didn’t cower in the face of such torment, but instead became even stronger. It was as if he was using his body and will to silently tell his companions, No matter how painful it is, we must press on!

The plan was a complete failure, because every person at the scene had a reaction, including Charlton himself. Their heartbeats sped up, their blood rushed to their heads, and their breathing turned rough… like they were in heat. A couple people among the observers had actually f*cking gotten hard.

The tattoo process continued for a dozen more minutes before the machine arm cleaned up the bloodstains and applied some hemostatic medicine. But it wasn’t over yet, since the tattoo still had to be colored. The material for the color was a special type of poison.

Charlton explained the source of the poison in great detail, but Shang Ke did not listen to him at all. He was in so much pain that his mind was numb. Suffering pain every second, every minute, all he could think of was to quickly end it.

His red-hot skin suddenly felt a burst of coolness, but before Shang Ke could gasp, he once again felt the numbing itch from his right chest, as if there were countless ants on his skin, gnawing and devouring him. Shang Ke hated that he couldn’t just scrape off his skin. Compared to the electric shock and laser tattoo, this kind of endless pain was even harder to endure.

The Flaming Red Sky Flower tattoo gradually gained its shape. The smudges of poison were very bright and in varying shades of red, with many layers of petals unfurling to disappear over his shoulder.

He had to admit that this world’s torture interrogation methods were not only quick, but also very artistic. If he hadn’t been the one being tortured, Shang Ke probably would have praised the interrogators over this point.

His torment seemed to last a century, and afterwards Shang Ke became very weak. He leaned his head powerlessly against the chair with his eyes half closed. A layer of fog seem to cloud his eyes, causing them to look blurred and sullen, and creating and entirely different sort of beauty than the blooming Flaming Red Sky Flower on his chest.

While he was absent-minded, he heard Charlton once again ask him a string of questions, but he could only repeat three words–”I don’t know.”

He really didn’t know anything, so he shouldn’t ask anymore. Allow him to rest for a moment and enjoy the silence, or give him something to drink, let him eat some congee and so on.

However, the annoying voice continued to pester him by his ear, irritating him to no end.

Let alone Shang Ke, even those who were watching the interrogation felt their mouth go dry. They could take a break whenever they felt like it, but Shang Ke could not. He already had not closed his eyes for twenty-five hours, and his mind had been beaten to the extreme.

Ravel stared at the boy in the video, not moving his sight from the boy from beginning to end, as if he was trying to embed the sight of him into his eyes.

“General, it’s lunch time.” Kahn used a communication device to notify Ravel.

“I’m not going to eat anymore.” Ravel then faintly added, “If there’s nothing urgent happening in the afternoon, then don’t disturb me.”

“…Yes.” Kahn really wanted to ask how the interrogation was going, but it was a pity that it was inconvenient to ask, so he could only push down the question in his heart.

At noon, people started to leave. After they ate, they each returned to their seat to continue watching the interrogation.

This was an interrogation that no one was willing to miss. After having their breath taken away by that boy’s graceful bearing, they wanted to see just how long he could persevere.

Ten-times the pain wasn’t something that an average person could bear. The military trained soldiers only used a sensitizer of five-times. This five-times sensitizer only included hearing, sight, smell, and so on, and did not include pain. However, what this boy was enduring was precisely ten times the pain.

Facing this kind of torment, even if it was Iron Man, he likely wouldn’t be able to persevere past a few hours. But for this boy to be able to endure for an entire day and night, just how great did your willpower and fortitude need to be?

With the slow passage of time, everyone’s impression of the boy turned from having their breath taken away by the novelty to admiration.

Ravel did not return to his mansion until dusk.

The moment he walked in, he saw Gabriel walk up to greet him. The first thing he said was, “Sire Ravel, when are we withdrawing? If we don’t leave now then I’m afraid that we won’t have enough time left.”

Ravel turned a deaf ear to his words, and neither quickly nor slowly took off his coat, giving it to his housekeeper.

“Sire Ravel.” Gabriel looked at him with an expression of anxiety.

Ravel gave him a glance, his gaze cold. A few hours ago, he did not have any opinion of Gabriel, but after seeing Cage, he now felt a faint distaste.

Gabriel had been in his mansion for such a long time, but had never said a single good word regarding Cage, and also did not care about the other’s life and death. That boy was suffering through torture, and yet did not show any sign of shrinking back. Meanwhile, Gabriel was under his protection, and yet never forgot about running away at a moment’s notice. When the two were compared, it was obvious just who was better.

Ravel’s life was monotonous, and besides military affairs, he was not interested in anything else.

But that boy caused him to develop a new profound understanding of “beauty.” That kind of tenacity and willpower, and the ability to move people, was like a precious stone. The more you polish it, the more dazzling it will become.

Ravel felt that there was nothing else in the world that was qualified for him to praise it as “beautiful.” The impression that Cage left in his heart turned into an imprint that was difficult to erase.

The second day, the live broadcast continued, and the people watching it also increased by around sixty or seventy people.

There were 31 hours remaining.

The interrogators original purpose was to obtain information, but gradually, they started to enjoy torturing him.

Cage was like a treasure house, and the further they explored, the more beauty they discovered. Under torture and pain, he appeared more charming.

As such, Shang Ke experienced thirty-six kinds of torture methods, but the big attack he was looking forward to didn’t appear. Those people seemed to prefer having a slow tempo torture.

The only thing that he could rejoice in was that the sensitizer had lost its effect at the thirty hour mark. The System’s 50% pain reduction could finally give him a chance to breathe. To the people watching, even though crueler and crueler methods were being employed, their effects on Shang Ke weren’t as good as the first electric shock and tattooing.

There were 20 more hours left.

Shang Ke’s mind was almost on the verge of breaking down, and the long term abuse and fatigue caused him to lose his normal capacity for thought. He didn’t even have the energy to scold the System.

If the System ever gives him another “mission that can be completed 100%, even by sitting,” then he will reject it without hesitation!

He would rather go fight, collect scraps, or even be a caveman. He never wanted to do another “sitting can complete” mission!

14 hours.

Charlton finally used a big attack. He used a special instrument and broke all of the bones within Shang Ke’s limbs.

The observers could only hear a string of cracking noises. From his ankles to the knees, from his fingertips to his shoulder blades… and now, Shang Ke had long since lost any ability to make a sound.

Even the people watching all sucked in a cold breath.

“Young Master Cage, you really have given me a whole new level of respect for you.” Charlton’s sighing voice went through, “You can still persevere under this kind of torture. I feel that, even if we continued, you would still not confess. Since that is so, I have decided to directly use mental shock control.”

This so-called mental shock control was used to control another person’s mind, making him listen to their commands. The result was similar to hypnosis, but it was extremely harmful. Once mental shock control was used, the receiver’s consciousness would be thoroughly obliterated.

Shang Ke hung his head, showing no reaction.

Ravel faintly clenched his fist, forcing himself to make sure not to display any reaction. However, his mind was in a complete mess.

Just give him a bit more time, he just needs one hour! No, even forty minutes would do!

Shang Ke did not know Ravel’s worries, and he raised his head, thinking that everything was finally going to end. He couldn’t help the gratified smile that floated onto his face.

Charlton didn’t expect he would still be able to smile, and felt as if he was being scorned. He coldly asked, “What are you smiling for?”

Shang Ke moved his eyes to look at the metal wall before him. He knew that the interrogator was on the other side of the wall.

Since everything was about to end, he decided to act powerful one last time. After all, he had received pain for so long that he should at least return the favor.

He parted his lips and raised his eyes, the originally faintly dark and gloomy eyes lighting up as if they had been ignited, giving off a splendid light. His eyes were firm as they looked straight ahead, and he used up his remaining strength to slowly and firmly spit out three words: “Cruise, will die.”