I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

"Yes, how could I still be alive? Because you're dead too." Martha grinned, revealing sharp, menacing teeth, and said ominously, "You don't actually think you're still alive, do you? That your severed tongue can grow back?"

Hollers was stunned. Yes, if he were dead, then all of this seemed to make sense.

So, is Martha's ghost now seeking revenge?

Seeing the short knife in her hand while he was bound by chains, his face changed drastically, and he begged for mercy, "Don't stab me, I... I'm afraid of pain."

Martha glanced at Benjamin, who nodded slightly.

"Afraid of pain? Then I'll go easy on you." Martha plunged the knife into Horace's lower abdomen.

"ah--"

Horace let out a scream. The intense pain made him struggle desperately, but how could a magician like him possibly break free from the heavy iron chains?

Martha drew her sword, looked at Horace who was trembling with pain, and said coldly, "Over the years, countless girls have died by your hand. Today, I will avenge them, one sword at a time."

"You're not dead! How could you not be dead!" Horace's bloodshot eyes were fixed on Martha. The intense pain had made him realize that he was not dead, but he still couldn't understand how Martha, who was cursed by him, could not have died insanely on the first night of the red moon.

"You're all still alive, how could I possibly die?" Martha stabbed him again, slowly turning the hilt of the knife.

"Impossible! Impossible!" Horace shook his head, his faith beginning to crumble.

"Sexual misconduct can lead to disaster. Amputation will cure it permanently, and you will no longer have this problem." Martha raised her knife and cut off a filthy lump.

"what!"

Horace threw his head back, let out a terrible scream, and then fell unconscious.

"Boss, could you please stitch up his wound so it doesn't regrow," Martha said to Charlotte.

Charlotte: "..."

This girl definitely has a sinister aura about her.

However, with Benjamin by my side, it wasn't really that difficult.

Urethral reconstruction, wound suturing, and then using treatment techniques to ensure perfect wound healing.

About half an hour later, Horace woke up again, this time in a tent.

"You're awake? The surgery was a success. You're a girl now, remember to squat to pee."

Charlotte smiled.

Horace was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized the meaning behind Charlotte's words. His eyes widened abruptly, and he exclaimed, "No—!"

"Calm down, it's just a matter of two inches, nothing to worry about." Charlotte swung a large fist backhand, interrupting his spellcasting.

Horace looked at him with tears in his eyes, "Do you know how much damage a big blouse can do to a girl?"

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"Just answer whatever we ask, cooperate a little, and everyone'll be happy. Otherwise, I'll have Martha do the questioning. No matter how badly she tortures you, we can guarantee you won't die. Even if her tongue is cut off, we can make it grow back." Charlotte looked at him, a playful smile on her face. "Understand?"

Horace's body visibly trembled. He suddenly regretted not dying earlier, so as to avoid suffering this inhuman torture here.

But Charlotte's words did indeed have a very strong threatening effect.

Previously, he had been burned all over his body, and his tongue had been cut off, yet the other party was able to restore him to full health, even growing his tongue back. This shows how terrifying the other party's strength was.

You won't die, but the pain is real.

Horace glanced at the elderly elf and the middle-aged man in golden armor standing to the side, and nodded in humiliation: "I'll cooperate."

Having his penis cut off was obviously a huge blow to his self-esteem.

Charlotte nodded slightly: "Very well, then let's start with your necromancy. When did you begin practicing necromancy and become a necromancer? And where did you learn it from?"

Horace fell into deep thought, and after a while spoke: "Eight years ago, when I was sixteen, I met an old man who said he would teach me magic. I believed him, but I never expected that he was actually a necromancer. I originally wanted to run away, but he caught me and put a curse on me. If I leave him, I will suffer pain all over my body and even die."

So I had no choice but to continue learning necromancy from him. He made me go and massacre villages, killing the villagers in a humiliating way so that he could obtain more vengeful spirits. In this way, I followed him for three years, and finally I learned how to break the curse on myself.

One night, while he was asleep, I peeked at a golden page that he treasured. I saw a god who granted me great power, made me a believer, and bestowed upon me a special curse.

When I regained consciousness, my master was awake. He was furious that I had been peeking at the gold pages and wanted to kill me. Naturally, I wouldn't sit idly by and wait to die, so I fought with him.

He granted me strength, enabling me to fight my master to a standstill. In the ensuing struggle, the golden page was torn in two. I snatched one half and then fled.

From that half of the golden page, I learned many curses and cultivation methods, and gradually became stronger.

Later, I met Scar, and we plotted to kill Schumacher, making him the chief of the Lion Tribe, and I had a stable place to live with him by my side.

You all know what happened next.

Charlotte and Benjamin exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

"The golden pages you mentioned, is it the Necronomicon?" Charlotte asked.

"You! How did you know!" Horace exclaimed in shock, looking at Charlotte with a horrified expression.

"Because I killed your cheap master, that half of the Necronomicon is now in my hands." Charlotte took out the half of the gold page and slammed it on the table.

"You...he..." Horace's body trembled uncontrollably as he looked at Charlotte: "You came here specifically to find me?!"

"That's right, where's your half-page of the Necronomicon?" Charlotte asked.

"Look at me now, do I look like I could hide anything on me?" Horace retorted, as he was currently wearing nothing but chains.

Did I ask you to ask that question in return?

Charlotte raised her hand and made another big bulge.

"Scarface stripped me naked, and that's when he found out where the gold pages were," Horace said, his voice trembling with tears, two red handprints on his face.

"I need to tell Martha. If that thing falls into someone else's hands, it will be a troublesome thing to find." Charlotte stood up. He was the lowest in seniority here and dared not order around the Night Watchman and the Hermit.

"Is this what you want?" Connie came in from outside the tent, carrying a leather bundle. She put it on the table, and when she opened it, there was a pile of tattered clothes, as well as a money bag and a small pouch.

Charlotte picked up a twig and poked at it a few times, then saw a golden light. She reached out and picked it up; it was half a torn page. Together with the half torn page she had obtained earlier, it made a complete set.

Goodness, the master and apprentice have been reunited here in a sense.

This also confirms that the two necromancers who cursed Amos and Martha were from the same school, both learning necromancy curses from the Necronomicon, which may have originated from a deity.

The nettle first lifted Martha's curse of demonic possession, and the extract then lifted Amos's curse, demonstrating that the nettle has a special restraining effect on Him.

A bizarre scene unfolded: the two torn pages placed together began to merge under everyone's watchful eyes, completely fusing together within seconds.

When Charlotte picked up the gold page again, it was a complete page, with no trace of it having been torn.

"Let me see," Horace said, craning his neck to try and read the contents of the gold page. "That old codger refused to teach me the real skills back then. I haven't even read the first half of the Necronomicon yet."

"What are you thinking? You can't see this!" Charlotte put away the gold pages, then slapped Horace hard across the face, sending him shoving back to his original position.

He continued rummaging through the pile of things, and what remained were some medicines, including two bottles of mind-altering potions, and the rest were all aphrodisiacs and delay sprays.

"You're no good, Greyhound," Charlotte said sarcastically, placing the potions in front of Horace.

"That...that's not mine! My friend left it here!" Horace shouted, sticking out his neck.

Charlotte looked at him with a smile and said, "It's better than nothing, right? Look, now these medicines are useless."

Horace suddenly fell silent, tears streaming down his face.

Finding nothing else of value, he rewrapped the animal hide, tossed it aside, and looked at the tearful Horace, continuing, "Now, let's talk about what you saw after reading the Necronomicon."

"Ha, how could you mortals like you possibly hear about gods?" Horace seemed to have regained a sense of superiority, looking at the four people in the tent with a sneer, as if he were incredibly arrogant.

"You stepped on the golden pages and saw a vast, boundless sea of ​​blood. Countless vengeful spirits reached out from the sea, trying to grab you, but were stopped by the golden pages. You saw a huge green palace slowly rising from the sea of ​​blood, and a scarlet eye staring at you from the empty darkness. Then you walked forward..." Charlotte's tone was low, with a hint of mockery on her lips.

Horace's expression gradually twisted, all his sense of superiority shattered in that instant. He tried to reach out and grab Charlotte: "You... how did you know! Impossible! It can't be! Am I the only believer in God?"

"A believer? Ha, you're just a mortal who happened to see this page." Charlotte shattered his illusions with a cold voice, then said seriously, "Now, tell me what you saw next. If you dare to lie or omit anything, I guarantee I have a thousand ways to make you suffer more than death."

Horace's body trembled slightly. He saw a playful smile in Charlotte's eyes. This seemingly gentle man was actually more cruel than Martha, inflicting great pain on him both mentally and physically.

"Jin Ye led me to the front of that enormous palace. I can't describe how big it was. It was beyond sight. The terrifying pressure forced me to kneel on the slippery ground, which was covered with seaweed and had a strong, fishy smell.

I didn't see Him, and I couldn't lift my head the whole time, but I felt countless eyes watching me. I heard His decree; He told me to find something and bring it to Him. Horace recalled the event with a pained expression.

"What did He ask you to bring?" Charlotte pressed.

"A key. I've never seen that key before, but its image is deeply etched in my mind, like..." Horace frowned, thinking of an adjective.

"Like this?" Charlotte pulled out the green key she had obtained from looting the corpse.

"Yes! That's it!" Horace said excitedly. This was the thing he had been longing for all these years! He never expected to see it here.

Then, he froze, staring at Charlotte with some fear, and said in a trembling voice, "You...who exactly are you?! Could it be that you are His true apostle in this world?! Otherwise, how could you have found me and my master so accurately? And even obtained this key?!"

Now, it wasn't just Horace who felt like he'd seen a ghost in broad daylight.

The others in the tent also looked at Charlotte with a somewhat strange gaze.

Everyone knew the whole story; it was just a coincidence that Charlotte happened to be there.

Neither Amos, who came seeking medical help because he was choking, nor Martha, who came to Charlotte's door for a C-section, were arranged by Charlotte herself.

But if the other party is a god-like being, could all these coincidences be some kind of arrangement?

For a fleeting moment, the idea must have crossed the minds of the Night's Watchman and the Hermit, and the two even exchanged a glance.

Snapped!

Charlotte's resounding slap silenced the tent.

He looked at Horace, his gaze icy, and said, "That's right. After hiding for so long, I didn't expect you to recognize my identity. I'm laying my cards on the table. I am the messenger of God, and this key is what He asked us to find. But that's far from enough. He wants us to do much more than this. Of course, you may not be qualified to know these things."

The eerily restored gold pages, the green key that perfectly matched his mind, Charlotte's description of the endless sea of ​​blood and palace, and the powerful slap he had just received—all these things left his head buzzing, rendering him incapable of thinking. He almost completely believed and accepted Charlotte's words, prostrating himself on the ground with his head pressed against the earth, and pleaded devoutly, "God... Divine Messenger! Please take me with you. I will absolutely support Him. I am His most devout and fervent believer, awaiting His descent to bring a completely new world."

The three people inside the tent all had somewhat strange expressions.

The Hermit gave the Night's Watch and Martha a look, signaling them to stay still and cooperate with Charlotte's act.

Charlotte looked down at him and continued, "Very well, both He and I have felt your piety and fervor, but He is disappointed in you. You have not used the power He has given you to serve Him properly. From now on, you must obey His commands, show me your absolute loyalty, and make final preparations for His coming."

Horace trembled and said with even greater reverence, "I am willing to give my life and soul to obey His will."

"Very good. After His descent, He will bestow upon you boundless power, making you one of the strongest beings in this world," Charlotte continued, offering empty promises.

Horace finally raised his head and looked at Charlotte with fervor, as if he were a god.

"God's messenger, what about them?" Horace's gaze fell on the Night's Watch and the Hermits, and suddenly his face showed fear. If they had overheard their conversation earlier, they probably wouldn't be doing well today.

Charlotte saw through his thoughts at a glance and reassured him, "Don't worry, I've already cast the Time Stop Law on them. They can't move for the time being, they can't feel the flow of time, and they can't hear our conversation."

"Time has stopped!" Horace exclaimed in amazement, looking at the three people who were as still as wooden figures, indeed as if they had been frozen in time.

Time-based magic is countless times rarer than space-based magic, and its very existence is still in doubt.

As expected of a divine messenger, he has mastered such a powerful law.

It's worth noting that both the golden dragon and the old elf were god-level beings, yet they were still frozen in place.

If he also masters this magic...

His gaze fell on Martha, who was standing there dumbfounded, and a lewd smile began to spread across his face.

Snapped!

Charlotte raised her hand and slapped him again.

"Ugh—"

Horace covered his face, looking at Charlotte with an innocent expression, wondering why he had been slapped again.

"Before He descends, put away all your selfishness and desires, or He will kill you." Charlotte looked at him coldly. "I'm hitting you for your own good, understand?"

Horace nodded hastily, "I...I understand! Thank you, divine messenger, for the punishment!"

"Now that you've immobilized them, why don't you kill them? These people have no respect for Him and will only become obstacles to His coming," he asked again.

"Is this something you can interfere with?" Charlotte glanced at him sideways.

Horace immediately lowered his head, trembling with fear.

Charlotte then continued, "This is His arrangement, to allow me to infiltrate their ranks, to use their power to accomplish certain tasks, and to prepare for His coming. From today onward, do not show any unusual behavior in their presence, obey my commands absolutely, and prepare to welcome His arrival."

"I will absolutely obey your arrangements and orders," Horace said fervently, bowing his head.

Charlotte's lips curled slightly; it seemed her PUA had worked.

He looked up at the Hermit and the Night's Watch, but saw a strange expression on their faces.

"Huh? Sir, I'm an undercover agent? You even doubt your own people?" Charlotte raised an eyebrow.

"So, what do you need me to do next?" Horace looked up again and asked expectantly.

"He will make arrangements when He needs you. You can enter a deep sleep now," Charlotte said coldly, a club appearing in her hand. She raised her hand and struck it.

Bang!

Horace fell straight down; physical hypnosis was successful.

A true combination of carrot and stick, working in tandem.