Published: March 2, 2025
Wen Yu's silence could not evoke any pity or sympathy from the sovereign.
It was like finding a cockroach in one's own bed, one that had even crawled into one's underwear, trying to measure its size...
Not being killed on the spot was already a great mercy from the sovereign.
At that moment, the sovereign held an attitude of leisurely control over the entire situation, treating Wen Yu like a little bug jumping in his palm, enjoying the torment.
“Still want to see?”
The sovereign's voice rang out again, still gentle and full of mirth.
Wen Yu swallowed hard, turning his head with difficulty, and then he saw the figure that resembled a kind old man.
With graying hair and a kind face, he now leaned against the wall like a little rascal, one foot on the ground and the other against the wall, arms crossed, looking at Wen Yu with a teasing expression.
The smile in his eyes, together with a deeper, growing killing intent, sent a shiver down Wen Yu's spine.
“Hey, wake up... I’m not some man-eating monster. Speaking of which, I should fit quite well with your human aesthetic, right? Not to say I’m exceptionally charming, but at least I look amiable. So, child, don’t be afraid, answer me, still want to see?”
Wen Yu shook his head, forcing a smile that was more hideous than crying.
“Not anymore...”
The sovereign's smile turned cold.
“Incorrect answer!!!”
With a snap of his fingers...
Wen Yu's lower body exploded into a pile of minced meat, thick blood mixing with flesh splattering everywhere, adding a splash of bright color to the dark corridor like spilled dye.
Cold sweat instantly trickled down Wen Yu's forehead; on one hand, it was the pain in his body, and on the other, it was the fear of the sovereign's whimsical brutality.
The sovereign was angry. The sovereign was unhappy. The sovereign was too powerful; if he was displeased, he could easily kill Wen Yu...
A simple judgment passed through Wen Yu's mind, and the pain in his body made him once again understand the cruelty of reality.
The sovereign bent down, grabbing Wen Yu by the hair and lifting him up to face him.
“Let me ask you once more, still want to see?”
Wen Yu's head bobbed up and down like a chick pecking at grain.
“Good boy!”
The sovereign regained his smile, and with another snap...
The sensation of bones and flesh growing faded away in an instant, and by the time Wen Yu realized what had happened, his lower body was back in his perception.
“Come with me.”
The sovereign beckoned Wen Yu with a finger and then turned to walk deeper down the passage, like an enthusiastic tour guide introducing the story of this "sight."
However, this "sight" had no story...
There was no need for the sovereign to explain anything to Wen Yu...
“This one won’t do, you can’t see!”
With a wave of his hand, a white light shot out from the sovereign, illuminating a mural as if it were a spiderweb. The dim light from the mural vanished from Wen Yu's perception—an unmistakable seal placed by the sovereign, once again...
“You can’t see this one either.”
Another mural was sealed away, and it was easy to imagine that with the sovereign's strength, no one could break through the seals he had personally laid.
“This one won’t do either!”
Wen Yu felt like a prisoner stepping onto the execution ground, closely following the sovereign, watching as the light in his hand flashed continuously, sealing every mural they passed!
Humiliation? Yes, this was humiliation!
At least in Wen Yu's eyes, everything happening now was rooted in the sovereign's blatant humiliation!
However, for the sovereign, this was probably just some twisted amusement during his long life...
Finally, they reached the deepest part of the stone corridor.
At the end of the corridor, there was no more path, only the last mural standing there.
When they arrived, the sovereign didn’t reflexively wave his hand but instead stood still, stroking his chin as if deep in thought.
When mortals contemplate, the gods laugh...