Intestines twisted together oozed out alongside various organs, torn fat dripping with golden grease.
Whether grease or urine, Rafas was drenched in yellow and gold. Convulsing violently from agony, his ear-splitting shrieks never ceased.
He’d forgotten whom to beg for mercy. Forgotten how to beg. Rafas had lost all ability to move.
Like a maggot writhing on the ground, he twisted his tear-streaked face, his death merely a matter of time.
*"Kill you... kill you... kill you kill you..."*
Rafas glared with bloodshot, hate-filled eyes at the black monster ahead. White foam mixed with blood dribbled from his mouth.
His lower body had gone numb from collapse. His mind blurred. Rafas knew he’d die soon—killed by this monster.
He couldn’t accept such a simple death. He hated this creature. He cursed it. He cursed it to suffer his same fate.
*"He’s about to die..."*
Hank swallowed hard, staring at the gruesome scene. He never imagined Rafas would die by the very method he used to torture others.
This demon—who delighted in tormenting civilians, who fed on cruelty—was dying.
The irony stung: Rafas perishing at the hands of a monster far crueler, far more terrifying.
*"He won’t die. The souls he slaughtered won’t allow such an easy end."*
A hoarse, grating voice cut through the air behind Hank—like a howl from the abyss.
It seemed to answer Hank, yet also spoke to itself.
Mu Yi, shrouded in black mist, didn’t turn. He simply watched the obese man ahead, seconds from unconsciousness.
*"But that guy... he’s already—"*
Hank blurted out instinctively, then snapped his mouth shut. *Don’t talk to that monster. It’s beyond human reach.*
*"Too merciful."*
Mu Yi gazed calmly at the man drowning in blood, near fainting.
Beneath the **Demon King** title’s aura, his emotions stayed locked in icy calm.
This gore meant nothing to him. He even thought Rafas’s quick death was *too kind*.
**Status Buff: Death Resistance**
*(Effect: Maximally rejects death. Forces life extension for the dying.)*
**Status Buff: Stun Immunity**
*(Effect: Prevents unconsciousness. Maintains extreme clarity for a duration.)*
Mu Yi swept his palm sideways. Two dark wisps coiled up from the ground beneath Rafas.
The lump of flesh that was Rafas suddenly sat upright, bulging eyes nearly bursting from their sockets.
*"AAAAAH! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!"*
Numbness vanished. Sensation flooded back. His fading consciousness was violently shoved into his skull.
Bone-deep agony—like countless blunt knives sawing his flesh—revived him.
Pain from every limb drove him mad. Worse, his mind burned with unnatural alertness.
He should’ve blacked out from the pain. Instead, his thoughts were razor-sharp, feeling every nerve scream.
A thousand layers of tearing pain choked his voice. Only shrieks could voice his despair.
*"Pain Amplification: 5x."*
Mu Yi raised one finger toward Rafas, multiplying his agony fivefold.
With **Death Resistance** and **Stun Immunity** layered, Rafas wouldn’t die. His mind would only grow sharper.
What would happen when that hyper-aware mind felt *ten times* the pain?
*"KILL ME! PLEASE! JUST KILL ME!!! KILL MEEEE!!!"*
Rafas’s lower body nearly severed from his torso, he howled and rolled.
Fire seared through him—pain magnified dozens of times. Every cell, every nerve burned.
He couldn’t endure this monster’s torture. Death was his only salvation.
*"If you truly hate him... devour him."*
Mu Yi turned slowly to the zombies behind him, voice flat.
***ROOOAR!!!***
Mindless until now, the zombies surged at Rafas’s screaming form at Mu Yi’s command.
Rotted jaws sank into his fatty flesh. Bloody chunks tore free. A cannibalistic feast began.
**Demon King Exclusive Skill: Rain of Death Defiance**
*(Effect: Fully restores the dying, severed limbs, lost organs. Usable only thrice per week.)*
Watching Rafas shriek as zombies dismembered him, a low chuckle rumbled beneath Mu Yi’s helmet. *Not enough. This feast isn’t enough.*
*"Be grateful. Only I can grant you the agony of being devoured—three times over."*
Mu Yi smiled at Rafas’s exposed bones rapidly knitting back together. He raised his finger again.
*"Pain Amplification: 10x."*
*"Ugh... *HURL*—!!!"*
Hank retched violently, watching Rafas get torn apart, regenerate, then torn apart again.
The thickening stench of blood churned his stomach. Acid surged up with half-digested food.
Rafas was a monster—but this death was inhuman.
*"A demon..."*
Weak from vomiting, Hank stared at the monster’s back, whispering as if to sear its silhouette into his eyes.
「*Master. Twenty hostiles approaching. Imperial Capital guards.*」
Aiva’s voice cut through Mu Yi’s mind. He turned toward the massive window behind him.
A silver moon hung in the sky.
*Fast.*
