Cheat Awakening-Chapter 533 - . Torturous Faith

Bang, bang, bang!

"Chindra! You little brat, what are you doing in the Master’s bedroom? Are you tired of living or what? How many times I have told you to not go there! Damn it, quickly get the hell out of there!"

Just as Myne was about to remove the hypnosis effect from the beautiful maid beside him, and have a heart-to-heart in-depth conversation with her, someone banged on the door loudly. A woman’s voice sounded from outside. Despite using a noise-cancelling magic device, Myne could hear everything clearly due to its cheap quality.

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Myne, who was very excited, thinking he would be able to enjoy something fresh and delicious, expression instantly turned ugly. However, there was nothing he could do. Sighing helplessly, he removed the hypnosis effect from the beautiful maid, opened a portal, and quickly escaped the bedroom.

"Sigh, what a mess... If only that ghost weren’t so unreliable and had given me a better spell or device to locate June, I would have already returned home by now," Myne complained irritably, looking at the arrow tattoo on the back of his hand. It was now spinning in all directions slowly without showing any sign of stopping.

Because he still had to rely on the old man in the red robe to find information about June, Myne simply lay down on the roof of his villa and started waiting for the fish to jump in the net, while gazing at the ceiling of the cave, where blue crystals shone like stars, casting a dim light throughout the space.

Half an hour later...

"Have you found any clues about the invader?" The old man, whom Myne was desperately waiting to speak with privately, asked a dozen or so black-robed men and red-armoured guards. Their heads were lowered, and no one spoke anything, indirectly answering his question.

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"Damn it, you bastards are completely useless," He scolded angrily. "You can’t even find a brat in a completely closed cave, despite having so many people. And you talk about conquering an entire world while you couldn’t even find a brat? If the other church knows about your incompetence, they would laugh to death at our Church of Pain."

Slap!

The old man scolded everyone angrily, and the person standing in front of the group even received VIP treatment—a sharp slap across his cheek, making him fall to the ground, groaning in pain.

Although those guards and black-robed people wanted to explain why would find Myne, they all swallowed their words after witnessing the other party beating an unfortunate guy for no reason. After which tThey didn’t raise their heads again until the old man cursed them a few times and walked away.

"What a bunch of waste! Upon my return, I will suggest Lord Biscop send some saints to oversee this cave. There’s an entire world out there to explore full of unknown possibilities, but no one takes it seriously after the test results revealed a low-level world with minimal resources and mana quality. What is the difference between it and saying, Judging The Book By Cover?

I am so close to my promotion and now that this kind of accident occurred."

"I fear that once higher-ups learn about it, I will be punished. There’s even a possibility that my promotion will be delayed again. Damn it! I have to do something. I must catch that little rat before Lord Freez returns from his investigation."

Thinking such, the old man quickened his pace and returned to his villa. In his haste and anxiety to find Myne, he didn’t notice someone observing him from atop his house.

Upon entering his villa, he found two maids chatting in the living room instead of working. This further irritated the old man, and his anger exploded again, he didn’t give them time to react. With a wave of his hand, a bloody red mist shot out from his palm, enveloping both maids and catching them off guard.

As the red mist covered them, the next moment they screamed in agony as if someone had poured acid on them, but there were no physical injuries on their bodies as if they were under an illusion.

Hearing their horrific screams, the male servants and a middle-aged maid also came out to see what was happening. However, upon seeing their master’s frightened face, and creepy smile, they lowered their heads and ran back inside at a much faster pace than they had come.

Thirty seconds later, both maids couldn’t bear the excruciating pain any longer and fainted, their bodies falling to the ground with a thud. A yellow liquid gushed out from between their legs.

Seeing his handiwork, the old man nodded with satisfaction. Finally, his gloomy mood lightened slightly, and he felt much better. Then without wasting any more time, he quickly headed toward the basement beneath the staircase.

The basement stairs were very deep, probably more than fifty steps, and there was no source of light. Surprisingly, the old man moved as if he could see everything clearly in the dense darkness.

The basement wasn’t very large, probably about 1,000 square feet. Like the previous guy whose entire house was blown to the sky by Myne, the old man had decorated his basement like a horror movie set where someone worshipped a devil or something. The walls were painted with blood, and a row of large leather bags with unknown contents hung from the ceiling.

Blood dripped steadily from the bags, creating a constant blood rain in the basement. Since there was no place for the blood to go, it had accumulated to about ankle-deep on the ground.

At the front of the basement stood a two-meter-tall faceless female statue with four arms, each holding a different object. Three children stood behind her, peeking from behind her legs, but unlike the female, they all had cute faces. In front of the statue was a wooden altar adorned with various creepy things, including body parts, herbs, potions, and a crystal ball in the centre.

Torture tools of various kinds hung on the walls, and the casual way they were displayed suggested that they were used occasionally and not just for decoration.

Entering the basement, the old man removed his red robe, revealing a simple white shirt and pants. He picked up a weapon resembling a chain mace, consisting of a wooden handle with multiple weighted blades attached to one end.

Taking the weapon, the old man knelt before the altar, took a deep breath, and began lashing his back with the chain mace with his all might. Each slash left multiple cuts, and soon his shirt was ripped apart from the back, and blood gushed out from his wounds like a fountain.

Myne, who had been following the old man from the beginning, watched this entire process silently while sitting on the stairs. This was the second time he had seen such a crazy guy who didn’t mind torturing himself to death just to impress his goddess, this level of faith is unbeliever for him.

Seeing the statue and altar, he also understood why the previous guy ( Chapter 528 ) had been sitting facing the wall. There must have been similar decorations in his room as well.

Sigh, thankfully, my goddess is a kind-hearted one and doesn’t ask anything like torturing her believers, otherwise, I would have definitely become an atheist. Only a psychopath would use this kind of torture to impress their god or goddess.

Shaking his head helplessly, Myne looked at the leather bags hanging from the ceiling, from which blood was slowly falling. His inner curiosity was screaming at him to open and see what was inside, but his heart and mind told him not to mess with such things.

Whatever was inside the bags was surely not good, and for his mental health and good sleep, he should better choke his curiosity throat and focus on the work for which he had come to this creepy place.

Although Myne was not interested in seeing an old man torturing himself to death, he was still curious about how the red light that had covered the previous guy had not only healed him completely but also made him powerful. Myne was curious to see how that magic worked, so he patiently waited and let the old man continue his ritual.

Since the old man had lived for so long, he would not give up his life so easily now.

As Myne expected, after beating himself half to death, the old man chanted something in an unknown language, stood up from the ground, and picked up the crystal ball from the centre of the altar.

Since the old man was blocking his view, Myne could only sigh helplessly and walk through the blood pool with a disgusted expression and stood beside him to see what he was trying to do with the crystal ball.

Having followed him for so long, Myne had realized that on the rooftop, the old man hadn’t seen through his invisibility but had simply guessed where he might be and attacked randomly, which had accurately hit him by chance. Therefore, he wasn’t worried about being discovered until he touched the old man or did something that revealed his presence.

Coming beside him, Myne saw that the crystal ball the old man was holding was now shining with white light, and a thick fog had appeared within it. A few seconds later, under his and the old man’s curious and expectant gazes, a dark, creepy room appeared in the crystal ball, revealing two men standing before an altar, staring at the shining ball.

The old man lifted his head with a strange expression and looked to his left, accidentally meeting Myne’s eyes. Of course, only Myne could see him; from the old man’s perspective, there was no one beside him. He again looked back into the crystal ball and saw the man’s face was familiar, and now staring at him with an evil grin, pulling an iron rod-like object from thin air.

Seeing such a creepy scene, the corner of the old man’s mouth couldn’t help but twitch, and he exhaled a deep breath.