Heroic Death System [BL]

Arc 1: I Only Need 72 Hours To Fall In Love With You (III)

"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.