I'm a magnetic field madman

They too, driven by greed and wickedness, will not hesitate to step into that dark one percent.

Similarly, even among the 99 percent of despair, they can find that 1 percent of hope.

Everything is just a cycle, a circle that no one can change.

Rentaro buried his head in Tina's golden hair, unable to express any of his emotions. Like a wooden doll, he still had these feelings and thoughts.

Perhaps Bai Wujie and the Blue Dream organization's actions weren't wrong.

They simply chose to become rulers in this vicious cycle of the world... But there will always be rulers who are above people, so why can't they be rulers?

Tina stopped in her tracks and looked at the black gang that had surrounded her.

Yes, she didn't deceive Rentaro; she didn't do those awful jobs, but she did something else entirely.

Slum neighborhoods are never short of gangs, and gangs are never short of fighting each other.

If killing each other is necessary, then weapons for killing are essential. Tina only has one arm, but the abilities she was trained in from childhood and the "excellent qualities" she developed growing up in the laboratory gave her the basic qualifications to become a "mercenary."

Although it was just about intercepting or plundering goods on the orders of the gang, it did bring her the money and food she needed.

Moreover, this was the only way she knew to survive in this neighborhood.

But once you've fired the gun, you must be prepared to be killed. If you've become someone else's weapon, you should also be prepared for someone else to destroy you.

Now, it's just normal cause and effect.

Rentaro couldn't see what happened next; wrapped in a blanket and thrown into the nearby trash can, he couldn't see anything.

He curled up, clutching the box tightly to his chest, and could only hear the sounds of gunfire and fighting, the screams of people, and Tina's wailing.

Then came screams, the sound of clothes tearing, hideous laughter, and—

The monster's roar.

The air began to fill with the insidious stench of flesh being roasted by the high temperature, accompanied by even more agonizing screams from humans.

Rentaro couldn't see anything, but he understood what had happened.

He didn't know how much time had passed when a huge shadow fell over his head and gently pulled him out of the blanket.

Rentaro stared blankly at the black demon in front of him, trembling as he opened his arms and embraced its pitch-black head.

The box fell to the ground and opened, and what fell out were just some hair clips and photos.

The black demon tightly surrounded Rentaro, as if a little girl was hugging a teddy bear.

Meanwhile, the transmitter buried among countless piles of flesh and blood next to her emitted a beeping sound.

Then came the artillery fire, the roars, the wails, and the moment of death.

The moment the demon protecting him completely collapsed—

It is also the moment when a soul is completely plunged into the abyss of suffering.

Sumire Muroto's hands trembled uncontrollably, especially after learning the full details of Rentaro's ordeal from the investigators.

She covered her mouth with her slender, delicate fingers, as white as scallions, preventing a single word or syllable from escaping through her fingers.

Suffering, what haunted this young man was endless suffering.

Spoken words, unspeakable words, terrible things, painful things, sorrowful things.

His life took a sharp turn for the worse after he got involved with Lanmeng Company.

Captured by the Blue Dream Company, the girl, whom they treated like a younger sister, was abducted, brainwashed, and then escaped the Blue Dream organization. But the fate that followed was so tragic.

He thought he could protect humanity, but was betrayed without hesitation by the very person he was supposed to protect.

The "benefactor" who rescued him was captured because of his rescue, and the country he was supposed to protect was easily taken over by the Blue Dream organization, leaving him powerless like an ant.

Upon waking, she wandered aimlessly, yet chose a path of "rebellion." This was to save her benefactor, the girl she considered like a younger sister.

But he still failed.

Those who were trusted continued to betray without hesitation, and all resistance was ultimately nothing more than a farcical spectacle in the face of the emperor's power.

The price of resistance is losing the girl he loves and who loves him in return.

So, what was left of him?

He lost everything and was dragged to Japan by what might be the last girl in the world who cared about him... But in this foreign land, he was met with endless torment and suffering.

Falling, falling endlessly, falling without end.

In less than six months, his fate had plummeted to the depths of misfortune. Accompanying him was not only a torturous experience, but also a sense of utter helplessness and bewilderment.

Is such a life really better than death?

Sumire Muroto gripped the report paper tightly in her hand, her heart constantly assaulted by intense guilt and pain.

Undoubtedly, this young man was also her benefactor. If it weren't for saving his life, she wouldn't have agreed to come here with the emperor.

But she still couldn't prevent Rentaro's misfortune from happening, or rather, she herself became a driving force behind Rentaro's misfortune.

Albrecht was right, Rentaro must have an unfortunate story... because only this story could please the Emperor and make him the clown he had his eye on.

The emperor, he probably already knew that all of this was likely to happen.

That proud emperor might disdain creating difficulties himself... but he would certainly hold a wine glass and laugh as he watched the clown's performance of suffering, finding amusement in it.

And what about herself? She was nothing more than an actress performing for the Emperor, and her actions were the final step that pushed Rentaro into the abyss.

"Rentaro..."

Sumire's hands trembled slightly as she reached out, but Rentaro shoved them away. Bound to the wheelchair, she struggled frantically, babbling like a child having a seizure.

No, he was indeed ill; his emotions and sense of self were shut off... The accumulation of suffering could not be released even through the most basic roar...

But there is no doubt that he still has the ability to react to the outside world, just like he reacts to her... to her, the one who created him to torture and humiliate her!

"Well done, my student."

With a cheerful voice, Albrecht, who had appeared out of nowhere, looked at Rentaro Satomi, who was tied to a chair like a mental patient, stroked his chin, and laughed...

"Although I don't understand why the Emperor prefers him to be this clown... but since it's the Emperor's will, I will definitely do as he says."

After saying that, he actually pushed the wheelchair himself and sent the frantically struggling Rentaro out, smiling and asking about his well-being all the way.

Sumire Muroto's mouth gaped slightly as she held a sharp scalpel in her hand, hidden beneath her lab coat.

She just had a chance, she always has had a chance.

Go and end Rentaro's suffering, or kill the mad Albrecht.

But she dared not; she was not confident, because she knew that if Rentaro failed, he would have no chance at all.

Of course, there was only one real reason for her.

Although she had not personally experienced Rentaro's suffering, and knew what kind of hardship and humiliation it was, she still maintained that "proud" attitude.

There's always hope as long as you're alive, isn't there?

Perhaps it was arrogance, or perhaps it was her unwillingness to become the murderer who killed her caring friend, but Sumire Muroto had already missed the last chance to end Rentaro's torment.

Never again

63. The second male path and the first male path

The Second Male Path is a "commoner's cultivation method" that was once popular during the imperial era of the Second Male Ancestor and even the First Male Ancestor.

A powerful method that is extremely cruel, yet many people pursue it.

The specific method involves having participants imitate the suffering endured by the second male ancestor.

With a minimum of 50,000 horsepower, one must have their left arm severed, and then be relentlessly raped by four gay men for three months. If one survives such torment and suffering, one will become a "second-class male powerhouse".

It may sound like nonsense, but it is indeed a way to quickly enhance the power of a magnetic field.

Because most practitioners who complete the path of the second male can reach an average strength of more than 200,000 horses.

The principle behind this is that you have to use your magnetic field power to keep yourself alive while being relentlessly raped by a gay man for three months. At the same time, your emotions are constantly struggling and being washed away by disgust and pain. And under the premise that your life is completely controlled by the gay man, you have to understand the sense of crisis of being on the verge of death. Only by combining complex emotions with the constant conflict of magnetic field power can you finally complete the training and allow your magnetic field power to be promoted.

The principles of the Second Man's Way are absolutely not baseless!

One reason why the Second Male Path no longer exists in later generations is that Zhi Qianjun, the Martial God, destroyed all records of the Second Male Path's cultivation from the beginning.

This included a detailed video tutorial that lasted 2,160 hours, and the killing of all those who dared to openly practice the Second Male Path.

Even in the legendary Hell Path written by the Holy King of Bright Moon, the Second Male Path was only mentioned vaguely, without ever revealing its key content.

Another reason is probably that the magnetic field power weakened in later generations, resulting in a significant decrease in the number of commoners who met the conditions for completing the secondary male path...

Even if these martial gods with such basic skills found out about this through some channel, they would never actually cultivate such a nuclear-powered thing.

In the era ruled by the first male ancestor, there weren't enough gay men; in the subsequent chaotic times, there weren't enough strong men...

But in general, the loss of the second male way was almost inevitable.

Even Bai Wujie only learned about the specifics of the Second Male Path from the central computer after becoming the Sea Tiger Martial God.

However, compared to those superficial feelings of pain... Bai Wujie was able to understand the deeper meaning of his ancestors' stories.

The true humiliation of the second son was not as simple as the three months after losing his power and being raped by Gay Rape.

While such torment would certainly make any normal man's bladder tighten upon hearing about it, what is it to a strong person with an incredibly firm will?

Dignity is not something that will simply crumble when trampled upon. In other words, if your self-esteem breaks so easily, what right do you have to call yourself a strong person?

The true humiliation for a second son is always the act of being seen in a powerless and ugly state by someone who cares about him.

This kind of behavior, which severely impacts self-esteem and utterly destroys self-confidence, is the true core of the second male way and the ultimate insult.

In fact, besides the second male disciple, there was another person who suffered the same, or even more, painful training and torment—

That is the "First Male Path" cultivated by the First Male Ancestor...

Perhaps this is not a form of cultivation, but merely a path that the first male ancestor was forced to take under the manipulation and coercion of fate...

But the pain of the first male's path is no less than, and may even be ten or nine times stronger than that of the second male's path!

If the torment of the second male path is like a sharp knife continuously cutting flesh from your body, then the first male path... is like using a dull knife to slowly and continuously cut flesh from your body.

One is an instantaneous, intense pain; the other is a prolonged torment.

Having lost their country and their power, they lingered in helplessness, struggling upwards from the depths of despair. But the harder they tried, the more they lost.

He lost his beloved wife, killed his guilty child with his own hands, was toyed with and humiliated by his nemesis and was powerless to do anything about it, lost his only disciple in despair and hesitation, and was rejected by his own children.

The white-haired man suffered the ultimate humiliation he had experienced in all his identities as a "human being".

He lost his right to be a husband, his dignity as a father... he lost his responsibility as a mentor, and his self-respect as a strong person...

Having lost everything, the white-haired man was constantly subjected to ultimate insults to his personality and soul, yet he still chose to fight, even though he was prepared to die.

Having lost so much, after obtaining the heart of the whale, his power, realm, and energy were all released from the pent-up pain of being suppressed for so long.

This is an inspiring example, but it is probably also a unique and isolated case.

Because white-haired men are both unfortunate and fortunate.

His misfortune lay in the long and continuous torment he endured during his first sexual experience... but his good fortune was that, despite all this suffering and torment, he did not lose his life at any point.

He himself possessed unparalleled talent, and his constant cultivation during periods of low power honed his complete realm...

Finally, the gift of the whale's heart, through a series of coincidences and inevitable events, made him the strongest person in the history of the Bai family!

Therefore, no one would cultivate the First Man's Path, because it is too painful, too long, and too difficult to complete.

Perhaps only the white-haired man throughout history has been able to complete this painful cultivation, and Bai Wujie would not be so arrogant as to attempt it.

But... he would still go and experiment.

It's not in yourself, but in other people.

For example...Rentaro Satomi.

Yes, this nonsensical thing, apart from its radiating kindness and morality, is in no way comparable to even a hair on the head of the male ancestor.

But no matter how clueless he may seem, he is still a lucky "protagonist".

After Bai Wujie broke through 500,000 units of power and mastered his "Heavenly Eye" through the Imperial Extreme Book, he saw a future.

He saw the scene of Rentaro, who had suffered endless hardships, finally standing in front of him.

He only saw this much, and didn't look beyond anything else. He was never worried about failing, because his absolute confidence was that strong!