!!!WARNING!!!
THIS CHAPTER IS FILLED WITH VIOLENT SCENES THAT WILL CAUSE NAUSEA AND TRAUMA.
READERS WHO ARE NOT STRONG ENOUGH ARE ADVISED TO AVOID THIS CHAPTER.
THANK YOU.
After the torture scene for around 2 hours, the atmosphere was so quiet yet terrifying.
There were no more screams of pain, no more cries of fear, no more murmurs begging for forgiveness.
Guiver had completely taken control over the lives of the people in that room. And completely took those lives as well.
There was no apology, no mercy. Everyone received the same treatment. Only the room remained, filled with splattered blood and pieces of human bodies.
Now, with a body drenched in blood, Guiver stepped toward Fiblio, who was curled up in fear while mumbling, "N-No... F-Forgive me..."
His mind was completely shattered. From the start, he had witnessed Guiver's torture.
Even if he covered his ears with all his strength, the screams still pierced through.
Even when he tried closing his eyes, blood splatter always reached the table and his body.
Covering his nose to block the smell of blood was useless. The blood of those people pierced sharply into his senses.
With both hands, he didn't know which part of his body to cover. He could only curl up in fear, apologizing over and over again.
As Guiver stepped forward, *Splash. He stepped on an eyeball scattered on the floor. "Get ready, Brother…" Guiver said teasingly.
Trembling, with wide, terrified eyes, Fiblio curled tighter on the chair, "N-No!…" Staring at Guiver who kept approaching, "Y-You think of me as your brother… right?…"
His tears no longer fell, because during the previous 2 hours, he had cried hysterically, "H-How could you... Do this... To me?…"
With a slight grin, Guiver replied casually, "Why are you asking something stupid?" Guiver asked, "Aren't I doing this because I care about you?"
Grinning, his steps grew heavier, "Because you will meet God much sooner."
Guiver's goal from the start was not only to punish the assassins. But also to completely destroy Fiblio's mentality by making him witness the torture.
Based on the agreement with Reigh about "Make him regret being born into this world", Guiver had no empathy whatsoever.
Though he never had empathy from the beginning, this time was different. He did all of this to satisfy Reigh's revenge. Against the people who had betrayed his only family, his younger brother.
Chuckling, Guiver was now right under the table, looking at Fiblio's indescribable hopeless face. "But you don't believe in God, do you?"
He vanished again, now appearing on Fiblio's left side, whispering into the ear tightly covered by trembling hands, "Do you believe in God?…"
Switching to the right side, whispering again, "Believe in God?…"
His voice echoed with wind magic, "YOU BETRAYED THE WRONG PERSON…"
"YOU BETRAYED THE WRONG PERSON…"
"I WILL CARVE IT INTO YOUR SOUL…"
"UNTIL THE MOMENT YOU HAVE NO DESIRE TO REINCARNATE…"
Fiblio screamed loudly, "N-NO! STOP! FORGIVE ME!"
Still with echoing voices, Guiver replied, "FORGIVE YOU?…"
"IF A SIMPLE APOLOGY COULD ERASE SOMEONE'S SINS… THEN I, HGIER, WOULD NEVER HAVE APPEARED IN THIS WORLD."
Fiblio glanced at something on the floor, immediately jumped down from the chair, and grabbed something. "YOU'RE INSANE!" he shouted.
*Sret. He instantly slit his own throat to avoid the pain of Guiver's torture.
*Drshh. Blood gushed rapidly.
Seeing that Fiblio intended to kill himself, Guiver didn't stop him at all. Instead, he smiled faintly. "KHehehe…"
Watching Fiblio suffer from his own action, his neck half-severed. *Gerkh… Argh…
Guiver's smile widened. "Don't expect death to be that easy, Brother." He extended his hand downward, "Heal."
Instantly, Fiblio's half-severed neck regenerated.
Fiblio, who thought he had escaped Guiver's torture, became confused. "EH?!" The stinging pain in his neck still lingered. "Argh…" He touched his neck.
Realizing he couldn't die, he tried to deny what was happening.
Quickly grabbing the blood-stained weapon on the floor again,
*Tusk. Tusk. Tusk. He stabbed his chest repeatedly.
He tried to kill himself again, "ARGHHH! PAIN! IT HURTS! IT HURTSSSSSSSS!" he screamed in despair.
Guiver only laughed loudly at Fiblio's actions. "GKHAHAHAHA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING, IDIOT?!" He extended his hand again, "Heal."
Fiblio's body instantly healed in a fraction of a second.
Fiblio truly felt frustrated, he could only scream, "LET ME! LET ME DIE, BASTARD!!!"
Guiver crouched in front of him, "Do you know?…" He began asking, "When does a living being truly die?"
"Not when your blood spills… not when your body stops."
"But when the soul leaves the body, and that happens a fraction of a second after your pain reaches its peak."
"In that tiny gap… I only need to say one word 'Heal.'"
"And you return as if nothing happened. But the pain remains."
Staring sharply into Fiblio's empty eyes, "For me, that fraction of a second is enough to lengthen your suffering." He straightened up.
Knowing there was no escape, his mind completely froze. He didn't know what to think anymore.
When he saw Guiver right in front of him while he held the weapon, a daring thought suddenly struck him. "Come closer, bastard," he muttered internally.
"N-NO! FORGIVE ME!" he screamed hysterically, bowing his head while gripping the weapon.
Seeing Fiblio's behavior, Guiver grew more excited to break his mind. He leaned closer from the left side, "Hm…"
"Wh—" Just as Guiver was about to say something again, Fiblio immediately launched a counterattack from Guiver's blind spot.
*Wheshh… The knife strike targeted Guiver's left neck while he was using Reigh's body.
*Tusk. The stab hit perfectly. "A—" Guiver didn't see it coming because Fiblio's face blocked his view.
Fiblio smiled in satisfaction, quickly distancing himself from the stabbed body. He laughed loudly, "HAHAHAHA!"
"IF I CAN'T DIE, THEN YOU WILL!"
Seeing Fiblio suddenly stab him, "Y-You…—" Guiver grabbed the weapon embedded in his neck and pulled it out.
Smirking, "Hmph."
"Something like this is nothing, brother." He immediately healed himself with Heal.
Seeing his attempt fail, Fiblio quickly ran and grabbed another blood-stained weapon.
Holding the weapon with both hands, he screamed as he charged, "DIE!"
*Tusk. Tusk. Aiming at Reigh's chest.
Thinking it wasn't enough, he grabbed another weapon. "DIE! DIE! DIE!" His madness peaked as he stabbed wildly.
*Tusk. Tusk. Tusk.
"Your healing must have limits, right?!" Fiblio shouted.
*Tusk. The final stab.
On the body before him, about six weapons were lodged in the chest.
Blood flowed down slowly. The body remained still, as if holding in the pain.
But then, that body suddenly smiled widely. "KHAHAHAHA!"
With a passionate expression, he shouted, "MORE! MORE! MORE!!!!" *Haaa… Haaa… Haaa.
Suddenly, silence filled the room.
The moment his neck was stabbed by Fiblio, Guiver immediately asked Reigh to take over the body.
The pain in his neck still lingered even from within Reigh's consciousness. He had even cursed at Fiblio internally for stabbing him.
Guiver tried thinking, "Hm…"
"That kid is impressive…" he muttered. "Even with the pain unchanged, he enjoys everything."
Fiblio couldn't believe what he was seeing, his face filled with unanswered questions.
He never imagined Reigh had such a side.
Seeing Fiblio slowly step back in terror, the man with multiple weapons stuck in his chest approached enthusiastically.
His steps were heavy, *Tuk Tuk. Tuk. Pulling the weapons from his chest, "Come stab me again, brother!" His eyes burned with passion. *Haaa… Haaa… Haaa.
He handed the last two weapons to Fiblio, "STAB ME AGAAAAIN!" Reigh shouted, eyes blazing with desire for the next stab.
Fiblio froze for a moment, unconsciously taking the weapons.
"HAAAA!" Realizing it, he quickly stepped back. *Dug. Retreating until his back hit the wall.
"S-STAY AWAY! BASTARD! CRAZY!" Fiblio screamed, pointing the weapons at Reigh.
Without hesitation, Reigh stepped forward. *Stttt… Tusk. As he moved, he pushed his body directly onto the blades. "Aaaaahhhhh… The stab… So thrilling…"
"GET AWAY, BASTARD!" Fiblio barked, trying to pull the blades from Reigh's chest, but Reigh held his hands in place.
Leaning closer, half-whispering, "What did you feel… when you killed my parents?…" Staring deeply into Fiblio's eyes.
"Happy?… Satisfied?… Like you were on top?…"
Trembling, jaw stiff, Fiblio tried speaking, "N-No… F-Forgive me…" No tears came out.
"Forgive you?…" Reigh asked.
Slowly, Reigh's tears fell, "Forgive you for what?…"
"Can your apology bring my parents back?…"
His tone rose, "WHAT GOOD IS YOUR APOLOGY?! IF EVERYTHING REMAINS THE SAME?!"
"DO YOU KNOW WHAT MY LIFE WAS LIKE FOR 7 YEARS ON THE STREETS?!"
"Ah… I forgot…" His tone softened again, "You already know, since you were spying on me…"
Fiblio fell completely silent. He couldn't interrupt Reigh at all.
Smiling faintly, Reigh added, "You were cruel…"
"You would do anything, just for power…"
Reigh's voice grew fragile, as if recalling memories he wanted to forget, "After my parents took you in… You betrayed us…"
"Who is he, Mom?" Reigh asked about the older man standing between his parents.
At the time, he was around 5 years old. Curious because his parents brought home a man with red hair.
Reigh's mother answered softly, "He is Fiblio…" She patted Reigh's head and Fiblio's. "He will be working as an apprentice in the shop."
"Nice to meet you," Fiblio said to Reigh, extending his hand for a handshake. "My name is Fiblio, 19 years old."
Reigh ran behind his father shyly.
His parents smiled, "Get along, okay?" his father said while patting his head.
That was when Reigh first met Fiblio.
Fiblio was born an orphan before being taken in to work in Reigh's parents' shop.
From apprentice, he slowly built his image in Courter Ashley Trading Company as a talented, honest, responsible man.
As the company grew, Fiblio gradually developed ambition to take over Courter Ashley.
Not with his talent, honesty, or sense of responsibility. But through force,no matter the method, as long as his ambition was fulfilled.
Reigh raised his eyebrows, pushing closer to Fiblio. *Krrtt… The sound of metal scraping bone. "You poisoned our food with mild poison…"
"Tied us up…"
"Tortured us…"
"And finally stabbed my parents slowly…" *Krrtt… Getting close until no distance remained, "Just like this… right?…"
*Drip. Fiblio's hands trembled, "Why are you shaking?…"
"Why not push these blades deeper into me?…"
"You enjoy killing, right?…"
Reigh recalled memories he wished he could erase.
When his parents and he sat tied to chairs, "What is this?!" his panicked mother said, struggling to break free.
His father tried too, but couldn't.
They realized they had fainted earlier from the mild poison in their food.
"Dad… Mom… Why is this happening?…" Reigh cried.
"D-Don't cry, Reigh!" his mother tried comforting him.
"You all woke up, huh." Someone said, *Tap. Tap. Tap. Walking toward them, followed by several people.
With wide eyes, Reigh's mother screamed hysterically, "F-Fiblio?!"
"Quick, untie us! You came to help us, right?" she asked.
"Help you?" Fiblio replied softly, now standing before them. "On the contrary…" Grinning, "I'm here to kill you."
"WHAT?!" Reigh's parents and Reigh shouted together, unable to believe it.
"What are you talking about?!" his father asked.
Fiblio ignored the question, instead taking a knife from the person behind him. He approached Reigh's father.
Thinking he would be freed, Reigh's father felt relieved. "H-Hurry, untie us!"
*Tusk. "ARGHHH! I-IT HURTS!!!" Reigh's father screamed. His thigh was stabbed by Fiblio. "WHY DID YOU STAB MY THIGH?!" he shouted.
Fiblio only smiled, "Like I said… you're all going to die." Shocking all three of them.
Reigh cried, "Brother?! What do you mean?!"
Without answering, Fiblio showed a piece of paper. "Sign the transfer of all your assets," he said coldly.
He signaled the person behind him to untie Reigh's father.
Someone stepped forward to untie him. "Don't even think of resisting," Fiblio added.
"Why should I listen to you?!" Reigh's father snapped. "Even without doing this, your life is already well provided for!"
Leaning close, Fiblio whispered, "Not enough, Father."
Reigh's mother burst into anger, "WE ALREADY TREATED YOU LIKE OUR OWN CHILD!!!"
"WHY ARE YOU SO GREEDY?!"
Her screams were ignored. Fiblio handed the paper to be signed.
With his freed hand, Reigh's father began giving up, knowing their situation was hopeless. "Alright…"
"No, Friegh!" his wife cried, "T-That's… everything we've built from scratch… right?!" Tears streaming.
Ignoring his wife's words, he signed. "After this, let us go." The only thing on his mind was their family's lives.
Seeing it signed, Fiblio smiled. "I won't."
"WHAT?!"
"What more do you want?! I already gave you my assets!" Reigh's father barked.
Reigh's mother also shouted, "YOU DEVIL!"
Hearing their words, combined with Reigh's loud crying, Fiblio grew angry. "Beat them," he ordered his men.
Reigh's grip on Fiblio's hand tightened. "After getting the asset transfer… you beat my parents mercilessly."
"Do you remember?…" Reigh said, "When we begged in pain?…" Fiblio's hands trembled harder.
*Bugh. Bagh. Dugh. Dagh. "D-Don't hit my wife and child!" Friegh screamed in despair.
But Fiblio and his men ignored it. Instead, they grew more enthusiastic beating them,except Reigh.
Watching his parents being beaten, Reigh could only cry hysterically, "NOOOO! STOOOOP!" But he was only a 10-year-old child, tied to a chair.
Recalling that moment, Reigh's tears flowed again.
Not because of the pain from the weapons stuck in his body, but because of the memory. "Ha… Ha… Ha…" He smiled stiffly.
"After you were satisfied… you killed my parents… Slowly…" Reigh's gaze deepened, blurred by tears.
"Look into my eyes, brother…"
With trembling voice, Fiblio forced himself to speak, "Y-You… You're not like… the Reigh I knew…"
"Are you… Reigh?…"
Reigh raised his brows, "I am Reigh 'Asteion'"
"A child completely different from the one you knew." Reigh answered softly.
*Krrrt. Stepping back a few steps, pulling out the weapons from his body. "And…"
"Hgier is my opposite right now…" He grinned.
Closing his eyes, "Your turn." He muttered inside.
"HAAAAA!" Taking a deep breath, "My chest hurts so much…" He held the wound.
Grinning, "Sorry for the wait, brother." Guiver greeted cheerfully as he took over Reigh's body again.
Fiblio's pupils, which had returned to normal when Reigh wasn't stabbed anymore, now widened again.
He knew the one standing before him was no longer Reigh. "NOOOO!" *Dropping the weapon he held, curling up while covering his ears.