I'm a magnetic field madman

"I didn't!" Thunder Spider growled hoarsely.

"You can't be unaware that for those with strong magnetic fields, there are no secrets between a lower-level and a higher-level opponent," the Spirit Mantis sneered in a low voice.

"Although I don't know why the Emperor condones you, your foolish and shallow thinking is as clear to me as a radio broadcast..."

I've given you two chances, but you haven't seized them either. Is Rentaro Satomi really worth enough for you to betray the Emperor and us?

"I didn't betray you!" Raiju's voice was tinged with a sob she couldn't quite put her finger on. She had indeed provided Sento with convenience and hoped that Rentaro would be rescued, but... she really didn't think she was betraying him.

"No one who betrays others thinks he is a traitor, just as every corrupt official initially thinks he was forced to do so."

The Spirit Mantis spoke in a low voice, and two electric blades sprang from her arms. At the same time, a power similar to that of the Thunder Spider surged from her body...

"And my duty is to correct these self-righteous mistakes. Katagiri Yumiko, you will pay the price for your actions."

"Only loyalty dedicated to the Emperor is absolute!"

66. Expectation, the poison of despair

From its inception, the Spirit Mantis was designed with "internal surveillance" in mind.

Her overflowing spiritual power gave her a significant advantage when fighting among those with similarly strong magnetic fields...

However, her mental instability and loss of wisdom due to mental illness made it difficult for her to fight as a true "strong person".

If that's the case, then it's enough for her to do a good job as an internal inspector.

All she needed to do was use her abilities to remove the "stagnant blood" within the organization.

Whether it's impure loyalty to the emperor or corrupt acts of abusing power!

When the population is large enough, such a thing will inevitably exist. The White Boundless Realm needs manpower, enough people to do this kind of thing.

Of course, the question of what to do when supervisors also fall into corruption is a complex and unsolvable problem.

But for Bai Wujie, as long as he exists, all problems can be solved.

At worst, he'll just have to start all over again. He has the confidence and the patience to do so!

Now, the Spirit Mantis, having determined that the Thunder Spider was a traitor, did not hesitate to launch a horrifying attack!

The Thunder Spider's strongest power is 120,000 bolts, while the Spirit Mantis, unleashing its strongest power, could easily defeat her.

However, not having grasped the emperor's true intentions, she saw this as an opportunity to hone her skills!

She would only use 70,000 horsepower, but she believed that would be enough.

"Father!"

With a low growl from the Spirit Mantis, a powerful spiritual force surged from the Thinker within her mind, like an invisible, unseen blade piercing the Thunder Spider's brain.

Even though she immediately used her strength to protect her brain and boost her mental alertness, the enormous impact still caused her vision to go black for a moment.

The auxiliary task chip installed in my brain kept reporting errors, and everything in front of me, which was clear, turned into a strange scene filled with black buoys.

What's even more terrifying is that she can't "see" where the mental mantis is at all!

A strong gust of wind came from her left side, and she swung her monomolecular spider web to that side without hesitation... but with the pain of being torn apart, it was three fingers of her right hand that were severed!

And the same situation is happening again and again!

Pain and senses are reversed, cognition begins to become disordered, and the fighting methods that rely on experience and skills are completely negated, even becoming a huge burden.

Does Lei Zhu have a solution? She has none. She is a magnetic field weapon created on an "assembly line," a tool of Bai Wujie's rule, a useful weapon. But as a weapon, "standard" is both its greatest advantage and its greatest weakness.

Her biggest drawback is that she can't come up with any solutions outside of the planned strategy. She's now in the hands of an enemy who completely controls her, so what can she do?

The agony of impending death, the regret for his foolish actions, and the resentment towards the emperor that could not be concealed.

All the emotions intertwined and accumulated along with the rapidly increasing injuries on his body!

Cutting, as if endless cutting and harm were being inflicted on my body, was it planning to subject me to a thousand cuts?

No, no, absolutely not!

"Thirteen Thousand Strengths - Heavenly Spider Web!"

A hysterical scream appeared on that mature and beautiful face, accompanied by a magnetic force that erupted and progressed along with the emotion.

A vast and dense monomolecular network intertwined around her and spread out in an instant, aiming to completely entangle the "mantis" that was trapped within it!

Ha! I won in the end!

Before she could even speak, or rather, before her thoughts could fully process anything, a sharp pain spread throughout her body. Then, she felt nothing at all.

A scarlet figure swept past the densely cut monomolecular network, carrying a beautiful head with its eyes wide open in death.

The Spirit Mantis tilted its head, looking at the thing that had single-handedly killed it... and all it had done was deliver the decapitating blow.

All of Thunder Spider's resistance and fear were merely illusions woven by the Spirit Mantis after it invaded her brain and mind...

When the five senses connected to the brain send out incorrect signals due to the brain's loss of control, and the perception of magnetic field forces is also disrupted in sync, then that person is already like fish on a chopping board.

The mantis removed its gas mask, its stitched mouth slightly open, and it extended its tongue to gently lick the fresh blood. Its cheeks flushed, and its body trembled slightly.

But that's not enough, not nearly enough at all!

She needs to taste more of the traitor's blood!

"Perhaps we should all have died in Tokyo back then, together."

Inside the laboratory, which was decorated in a cold, silver-gray hue, Sumire Muroto sat cross-legged with two beakers of taro soup, looking at Rentaro who was bound to a cross and unable to move, and said softly...

"But I want you to live, just like you once encouraged me to live bravely."

Sumire Muroto tilted her head back and drank a mouthful of the now-cold taro soup; the taste was still just as awful…

But now it's impossible for a young man to make her a hot bowl of soup again.

"Now it seems that we were both just self-righteous fools. You shouldn't have lived to suffer, and I should have died from that day on."

The laboratory door was gently pushed open, and Ayn Rand walked in. Looking at the alluring Sumire Muroto sitting on the floor, the greed and desire in his eyes almost materialized…

"Muroto, come with us quickly! The teacher has already gone to Houston, we should go there as soon as possible."

As they were talking, his hand landed directly on Sumire Muroto's shoulder and moved downwards. Sumire, with her head down, decisively pulled a revolver from beneath her white coat…

Bang bang bang!!

Six bullets were fired in quick succession, penetrating the German man's body in a very short time.

Watching his tall body collapse with a crash, Sumire Muroto smiled at Rentaro, who lay motionless on the cross...

"At least send one of them down before they die."

“Aba, Aba…”

Unable to utter a single word, and having expressed nothing so far, Rentaro seemed to sense something, and with difficulty raised his head to utter these words blankly…

Sumire Muroto showed a hint of surprise, but before she could speak—

A fist slammed into her head, and with a sharp pain in her head and a feeling of faintness, she was instantly knocked to the ground...

Then, instead of being beaten to death, Ayn Rand was unharmed, pinning her down and swinging his fists with a ferocious expression...

"Damn it! You shameless bastard! Who do you think you are?! If it weren't for that old geezer, you would have been my slave ten years ago!!"

He spoke savagely, and his fists, without restraint, slammed heavily into Sumire Muroto's body, causing her to howl in pain. Halfway through the beating, she was startled to feel her clothes being torn off.

"do not want!"

She screamed like a normal woman, but like every woman who has experienced something like this, her screaming didn't stop the other person's actions; instead, it made them feel even more "excited"...

"Hehehe, go ahead and scream! The more you scream, the happier I'll be! Nobody here will help you, except—"

As Arnold tore open Sumire Muroto's clothes, revealing her fair skin, he continued to slap her face, looking at Rentaro, who was glaring at him, with a cruel and mocking expression...

"You good-for-nothing! You seem to like this pretty boy, don't you? Today I'm going to have my way with you right in front of him!"

Ayn Rand, laughing wildly, grabbed Sumire Muroto's legs and, amidst screams, moved close to Rentaro, who was immobilized on the cross. His voice was filled with barely suppressed, blatant, and utterly savage excitement.

"Look how I play with this woman! And you, you can't even lift a finger, hahaha."

The woman's piercing scream, the perpetrator's excited panting—an utterly vile act was about to unfold, but the next moment, Anland suddenly let out a piercing scream and was sent flying backward.

With her limbs twisted and broken, Aihara Enju, her face cold, struck without hesitation.

Amidst Ayn Rand's pig-like screams as his limbs were torn off, and amidst the gushing blood and pleas, he helped the battered and bruised Sumire Muroto to her feet...

"I'm sorry, Doctor. I'm late."

Sumire Muroto limped to her feet, rubbing her eyes and sobbing, shaking her head as she said...

“It’s good that you came… Enju, you must take Rentaro away from here.”

Aihara Enju fell silent. She looked up at Rentaro on the cross in silence... Her red eyes reflected not the joy of seeing her beloved, but a deep... hatred and disgust.

"Ah, ahhh, ahhh!"

Unable to speak, he resorted to roars instead. Seeing Rentaro like this, Aihara Enju tore off the iron rings binding him and lifted him down from her arms as he continued to resist…

"I killed Miss Tendo, I won't offer any excuses," Aihara Enju said softly, looking at her arm that was being torn apart...

"But all of our efforts are for your survival, Rentaro. Are you going to let us all down?!"

The struggling movements stopped, and Rentaro, who was now like a skeleton, ceased all movement.

Her eyes, torn and unable to close, stared at Aihara Enju, silent and motionless, curled up like a corpse.

His pain and despair reached their peak at this moment.

Survive? So many people hoped he would live, and they gave everything to keep him alive.

Tendo Kisara, Tina, Muroto Sumire, Aihara Enju... and many, many others.

But for him, this was more vicious than any curse in the world. The three words "to live" were the most cruel curse in the world to him.

Because he couldn't give up, because he couldn't help but live according to this curse. Because to do so would be the greatest betrayal of these people…

Perhaps at this moment, the people he hated most were no longer those who tormented him, or even Bai Wujie. Rather, they were the women who kept telling him to live and who kept sacrificing for him.

Heavy expectations are more cruel than the most vicious curse!

"Hurry, there's a jet thruster in this base that can take the three of us across the ocean! As soon as we get there..."

Sumire Muroto hurriedly tried to lead the two towards the other side of hope. The Freemasons were finished, and the Blue Dream Creation Project was unstoppable. And now was the last and best opportunity!

They are only one step away from true hope and fulfillment!

But just as the darkest hour is the hour before dawn, true despair only becomes apparent when hope is closest.

The incredibly sharp electric mantis blade suddenly pierced through her from behind, silently and without any sensation, penetrating Sumire Muroto's left chest.

Her eyes widened but she couldn't utter a single syllable. Accompanied by excruciating pain, her shattered heart instantly took her life!

The other mantis blade sliced ​​off her head cleanly and decisively, a single, fatal blow...

Without any hesitation, they sent the soon-to-be-successful "Orpheus" to hell.

Aihara Enju's attack came immediately, but it was already too late.

She caught only a body without a heart or head, while the murderer had already disappeared "before her eyes".

Only that voice remained, cold and cheerful, as cruel as a child toying with an insect. The first mental mantis to arrive immediately began its hunt for the traitor…

"Aihara Enju, what else do you want to say to defend your betrayal?"

The next moment, with a gurgling sound, a human head rolled down onto her and also onto Rentaro's face.

That was the head of Katagiri Yumie, who died with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

67. The Art of Pain, making its final appearance.

"The art of sculpting suffering is to use the carving knife of suffering, a material with shaping value, to forge a firm heart of stone. From this perspective, the second male ancestor is the most perfect work sculpted by Lan Meng."

Bai Wujie gently and quickly sculpted the material in front of him, speaking in such an artistic manner because he was also sculpting an interesting work.

Of course, it's not these seven things in front of us.

These seven wailing, screaming beings are the so-called seven leaders of the Freemasons...

These are now merely seven sculptures made for his simple purpose of serving as a warning of punishment.

He meticulously and swiftly peeled away 99 percent of their flesh and bones, while preserving their most sensitive nerves to connect and maintain them. His perceptive brain was infused with life energy to maintain extremely high activity, using every bit of precision to feel the pain.