My Love Debts Are Everywhere!-Chapter 607: A Horrible Torture

"Where am I?"

Melissa opened her eyes and found herself in a strange place.

There was no light, no objects—just endless darkness.

Panic filled her beautiful face as she reached out, trying to feel around, but there was nothing.

She stepped forward, hoping to find a way out. But after an unknown amount of time, she still couldn't find one.

"Damn it! Why am I here? Wasn't I just in the room with the Fated One? Or… is this all his doing?"

The thought sent a shiver through her, tightening her expression with fear.

If there was a culprit, it had to be Leon. She still remembered the strange power he radiated when he touched her forehead with his finger.

*Buzz!*

Just as panic threatened to overwhelm her, something shocking appeared above.

Two moons—Miranda and Sylvia—glowed faintly, surrounded by a vast sea of stars.

Melissa stared, transfixed by the sight.

"Moons and stars?" she thought, alarmed.

A sudden sense of foreboding settled over her, as if something terrible was about to happen.

And sure enough, the two moons suddenly burst with blinding light.

Slowly, they transformed into a pair of golden eyes shining white.

The surrounding stars began to fade, leaving a single enormous star hanging just above the moons' center.

The gaze of those eyes froze Melissa's body. Her eyes widened, and cold sweat soaked her clothes.

"This... is such a horrible gaze," she muttered fearfully.

It felt ancient—like it belonged to a creature that had lived for tens of thousands of years. And she… was nothing but prey, waiting to be devoured.

"Accept your punishment!"

A cold, thunderous voice echoed from every direction, emotionless and commanding.

Melissa's ears buzzed violently, as though something was tearing them apart from the inside.

"Arghh!" she cried out, collapsing to the ground in agony.

No matter how tightly she covered her ears, the voice pierced straight through—into her soul, into her mind—like a thousand swords stabbing her brain.

But her torment had only just begun.

Out of the void, a golden sword suddenly appeared.

Then another…

Five...

Ten...

A hundred...

A thousand…

Until finally, they stopped at ten thousand.

The darkness around her was replaced by a radiant glow from the countless golden blades.

Melissa stared blankly. Deep down, she knew—those swords were meant for her.

"No... I don't want to die!" She cried, shaking her head as tears welled in her eyes.

There was still so much she wanted to do—see the beauty of the outside world, meet other races, explore the unknown...

If she died here, all of that would vanish.

Clenching her teeth, she forced herself to stand, then turned and ran with everything she had.

*Whoosh!*

But after barely ten meters, one of the swords shot forward like lightning and pierced the right side of her stomach.

"Arghh!" Her eyes widened as searing pain exploded through her nerves, consuming her body.

She collapsed forward, groaning in pain as red blood gushed from the wound where the sword had pierced her.

"It hurts so much..." she cried, her voice hoarse, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Yet she didn't give up. She tried to rise—only for another sword to shoot forward, stabbing clean through her right shoulder.

"Argh!" Another agonized scream escaped her lips. But the torment wasn't over.

More swords followed, hurtling toward her with terrifying speed, impaling her arms, calves, thighs, midriff, upper chest, and left side—nowhere was spared.

The pain was beyond words. Melissa's body convulsed, trembling violently, completely paralyzed.

Her tears had long dried, but blood still flowed freely from every wound.

She wanted to scream—but one of the blades had torn through her throat, destroying her vocal cords.

All that remained was her ragged breathing and the faintest of moans.

"I just want to die... someone... anyone... please... end this..."

She no longer cared about living. The torment was unbearable. Death now seemed like a mercy—something she desperately longed for.

But no one came. She was alone—lost in silence and utter darkness.

*Buzz!*

Suddenly, a blinding light flared from above. Within seconds, it faded—revealing a colossal sword, towering at sixty meters tall.

Its tip looked sharp enough to crack the earth with a single touch.

Melissa felt its overwhelming presence. Summoning the last of her strength, she tilted her head upward.

Her left eye was useless—pierced and blinded by one of the earlier swords. She could only see faintly through her right eye, now clouded with blood.

"Ahh... finally... I can really die..." A faint, relieved smile curved her lips as she stared at the massive blade.

She knew her body would be obliterated the moment it struck.

And when that happened... wouldn't the suffering finally end?

*Whoosh!*

The gigantic sword dropped without warning, slicing through the air at terrifying speed.

*Boom!*

The impact unleashed a deafening explosion, sending shockwaves and a furious windstorm rippling across the darkness.

Whether Melissa survived or not… no one knew.

***

In the room, Leon stood silently, gazing at Melissa, whose body was as stiff as a doll.

Her eyes were closed, her head bowed.

"She should be fully immersed in the illusion I created," Leon muttered, nodding slowly.

The hero technique he used—World Domination—was his own creation, forged from countless battles and mastery over other hero abilities.

He had previously tested it on Lyra, the Second Apostle, Aragon, and several others.

At the time, the technique was still incomplete, but the version he used on Melissa now was fully perfected.

Since it worked solely on the mind, the body remained completely unharmed and felt nothing throughout the illusion.

However, if someone attacked the victim during that state, their body could still be injured—or even killed.

"I hope this will be enough to make her back down," he whispered with a faint smile.

He hadn't spared Melissa out of pity. Rather, he understood that killing her wouldn't solve the problem.

For context, the Dark Elves were once part of the Elven race—until they were tainted by the Evil God's dark power.

Although their skin color and temperament had changed, they were still Elves at heart.

And once Leon realized they still retained control over their consciousness, he abandoned his initial plan to wipe them out.

Of course, this was a matter that still needed to be discussed with Zelda.

Just then, footsteps echoed through the room, followed by Zelda's worried voice.

"Leon! Are you alright?"