Excessive ferocity due to caution

Upon entering the room, Zhao Yi activated his Evil Eyes.

But all that was in front of me was still pitch black.

There was an uncomfortable feeling of weightlessness.

There seemed to be a layer of flying sand in front of me, making everything appear noticeably distant.

After a while, the feeling of weightlessness ended.

A woman wearing shackles appeared before Zhao Yi.

Four tiny iron hooks pierced her scalp, tearing it open into four pieces, revealing her skull clearly.

She was very polite; when she saw Zhao Yi, she even bowed to him.

After bowing to Zhao Yi, the woman gestured for him to sit on the torture chair.

Zhao tried to touch the woman and the torture instruments next to the chair, but failed.

None of these things are real.

It is an image left behind by the power of rules.

It can provide an immersive experience, but its impact on people is limited.

That is, instruments of torture can cause unspeakable pain, but they do not actually leave scars on a person's body.

Once Zhao Yi was seated on the torture chair, the woman took the instruments of torture from the side and placed them on his head.

In an instant, countless fragmented images flashed before Zhao Yi's eyes—countless people who had once sat on the torture chair, screaming madly, leaving this world covered in blood.

A tearing pain shot through Zhao Yi's head.

For Zhao Yi, this moment felt like several years had passed.

He seemed to have experienced all the suffering of all those who had died on this instrument of torture.

But Zhao Yi's expression remained surprisingly calm.

Physical pain was no longer of any concern to him.

Finally, the woman beside him removed the shackles from Zhao Yi's head and said to him:

"Congratulations on passing the first test."

Zhao Yi looked at the woman.

He didn't say anything.

Because he knew that this woman was just a recording left behind by the rules, not the real person.

She couldn't answer her own question.

But as the woman led them into the second room, the shaking in Zhao Yi's system containment space became even more pronounced.

Those are... feathers from Fengnan.

It only wobbles when it gets close to the missing scapula of Fengnan.

Zhao Yi was very curious.

Why was Feng Nan's scapula lost in the torture tower?

The instruments of torture in the second room were not much different from those in the first room.

However, the control that instruments of torture exerted over the body gradually deepened.

Skin—flesh—tendons—dirt—bone—marrow.

Zhao Yi tried out the first six rooms one by one, and also paid special attention to Feng Nan's figure.

Until the seventh room.

There was no statue of a person in charge of guiding them inside, only an instrument of torture and a door.

A note was written next to the instruments of torture:

[Ultimate bliss.]

"Masochism."

Zhao's eyes gleamed.

In academic terms, masochism is a sexual preference disorder characterized by a liking for suffering, humiliation, or enslavement during sexual activity.

But in fact, extreme forms of masochism have nothing to do with sex.

Pain and pleasure are indistinguishable at the critical point.

Excessive pain can drive a person insane.

Excessive itching can also cause this.

Once the critical point is reached, sensory breakdown occurs, and cognitive confusion ensues.

Physical pain can provide the brain with intense pleasure.

People can become addicted to it and unable to extricate themselves.

Reason was destroyed by the interplay of pain and pleasure.

A new personality is born.

This personality is one that is endlessly depraved by desires.

In the seventh room, one can gain freedom simply by opening the door, without enduring the pain of torture.

But will the people who come here really choose to push open the door to freedom?

Or... should I choose to forever wallow in this sea of ​​painful desire?

Zhao Yi gently stroked the torture instrument on the table.

An ordinary shackle.

This instrument of torture... is no longer an image left by the rules, but a real instrument of torture.

It doesn't even have the sharpness to connect human flesh and blood.

Wearing it means giving up your freedom.

Zhao Yi slowly unlocked the shackles and put his hands inside.

The physical pain did not affect Zhao Yi, nor did it make him feel dependent on it.

The limits of sensory endurance were 'dismantled' by Zhao Yi many years ago.

At this moment, he voluntarily put on the restraints because the feather in the system containment facility had reached its limit of activity.

This means that Zhao Yi is now very close to Feng Nan's shoulder blade.

The torture device was locked.

The mountains collapsed and the earth cracked.

The pain of this shackle is the endless destruction and exile of the human spirit!

Like an astronaut repairing a spaceship in space, whose tether suddenly comes loose, he can only watch helplessly as he drifts away into the distance...

In just a moment, this shackle can destroy the spirit of most people!

Even Zhao Yi felt the pressure.

This feeling of being exiled is all too familiar.

In a gray world, he was the only one with color.

Behind the dazzling spectacle lies a lonely isolation from the world.

Despite the pressure, Zhao Yi continued to sense those who had previously undergone this round of punishment, and finally, in the extremely distant past, he locked onto a blue-winged birdman.

...

"Put him in shackles."

"These shackles are precious; it would be a waste to use them on such a stubborn person. It would be better to kill him."

"He carries a diluted bloodline passed down from before the chaotic era, a value far exceeding that of the shackles!"

"His bloodline has been extracted?"

"Yes, using the data left by the Foundation, we found samples from before the Chaotic Era... The ancestor of this bloodline was a god named Jumang."

...

A fragmented conversation was recorded, after which the Bluewing Birdman was put in shackles.

At that moment, Zhao Yi, suppressing the intense mental shock, took out Feng Nan's feather!

The feather fluttered, flowing with a power that transcended the rules, its mysterious light shimmering, seemingly absorbing some kind of mark from the past phantom of the torture instruments...

After a long time, the feathers returned to normal.

Its feathers are no different from those of ordinary birds.

Zhao Yi's eyes burned with black flames, and a powerful force erupted, breaking free from the sealed shackles!

He returned to reality.

His whole body was soaked in sweat.

Slightly out of breath, Zhao Yi closed his eyes and tried to sort out his chaotic mental world.

Aside from him, it would be hard to find another person in the world who has personally experienced this "pain of ecstasy" and was able to voluntarily break free from it.

He tucked away the feathers and dragged his slightly heavy body to the door.

Push open the door.

My vision blurred for a moment.

PS: Second update.

Goodnight, my darlings!!