Villain Path

Chapter 9. Sent Nightmare

Ordering a separate room, Shen closed the door, sighed with relief and fell on a bed unconscious.

It's unknown at what moment the fainting became a deep sleep and then a nightmare, but Shen saw the scene he fears the most as if it was in reality.

Room was full of a white light as if made of the smallest silver grains, it sneaked into the room through long narrow windows. Like a black tainted mark on this whitish background towered a sarcophagus, crowned with disgusting, carved out of metal head. It's face features were so far from perfect, that he immediately wanted to look away in turmoil. Shen stood in front of this sarcophagus, aware of what it might mean. In terror he stepped back, but ran into an invincible obstacle.

- Come on, teacher. It's rude to refuse an invitation.

Stranger's hand squeezed his shoulder. A moment later Shen felt how his bones crushed. He would have screamed in pain, but voice absolutely left him. Legs refused to hold, but a man behind his back didn't let him fall. Grabbing by shoulders and causing more pain, he strung him up and abruptly turned around.

In front of Shen stood a grinning, grown up and mature main character. One could even say that he looked glorious. It was that period in the novel, when Al reached his full potential and surrounded himself with a major harem of admirers, but his self still hadn't been tainted with sufferings, prepared for his heroic fate. He was fresh, young and exceptionally strong.

Releasing his injured shoulder, the protagonist grabbed the main villain's hair and lifted him up. Then pulled him in and cooed:

- I chose a beautiful execution. Perfectly fitting for your elegant look. Teacher will be pleased.

Shen looked into his eyes and read in them overwhelming hatred. Only enormous self-control didn't allow mc beat up or strangle with bare hands the main villain. No way, he wished to deal with him in a more hard way. And in a way too longer.

The shutters of sarcophagus slid open. Inside of it turn out to be filled with long spikes.

Main character determinedly pushed the villain inside.

Shen felt how spikes poked into his waist, shoulders, neck and legs. Meantime poked, but the main character was already slowly closing the shutters. Sharp metal spikes began to quickly approach Shen's face, chest and stomach. White light that filled the room little by little faded. Shen had no strength to resist. No spiritual, no physical. No voice even to scream. Slowly the peaks were piercing his body. The shutters were closing. In an instant before two sharp peaks pierce his eyes in the gap between the shutters he saw the protagonist's gaze. This gaze glowed with ecstasy. The main character enjoyed the sight of torment and death of his old enemy. Death, that won't reach him for a long, long time.

Meanwhile, the only thing he can afford is pain and fear so overwhelming, that restless soul in chest was tearing his mind apart.

Shen remembered all steps of this execution. All times the main character opened the sarcophagus to make pain worse. How he mocked, how he thought out new ways to make him suffer even more. At some point reading all this became unbearable, so far he was gone in his cruelty even if against the enemy. In his mind, Shen remembered it.

But now the only real was this moment - his pain and fear. He couldn't do anything about it. Couldn't wake up. Couldn't hide in oblivion. He just felt pain. And beyond that was only time. Pain and time. Hand by hand.

Awakened by his own scream, Shen jumped up on a bed and in a heartbeat noticed that he wasn't alone in the dark room. Out of mind after such a realistic nightmare his brain immediately added to hidden by darkness man features of a grown-up main character. With a cry of horror Shen stepped away as far as possible, huddling into a further corner of bed and trying to squeeze into the wall.