Cheat Awakening

After emerging from the dark corridor, what greeted Myne was a colossal hall. The entire hall was so big that Myne believed his entire house could fit into it. Only after seeing this hall did he realize that all this time he hadn't been flying straight; instead, he was already very deep inside the ground.

"Just how much money did that fat pig burn to create this place, and for what purpose? He didn't want to raise colossal size monsters here, right? And most importantly, why the hell did that bastard like the darkness so much? There wasn't a single source of light in such a big place. Damn it," Myne muttered angrily.

Before this, because the corridor was quite narrow, it wasn't much of an issue as the light could still reach the ceiling. But here in this huge hall, the light barely stretched a few meters around him. Let alone talk about seeing the ceiling, even if someone was standing a dozen meters ahead of him, he couldn't see that person.

"Huh? Is that blood?" Myne, because he was flying the entire time, he didn't notice it at first but when he casually looked at the ground he realized that the entire floor was filled with blood up to his knees, like a pool. Curiously, he brought the lamp over the blood pool and took a closer look.

Just then, a small thing slowly floated out of the blood pool, making Myne's face darken. It was a newborn child, probably around 5 or 6 months old. However, what gave Myne chills was that this newborn child hadn't just died from drowning in the blood pool. Instead, someone had brutally tortured it, cut off its limbs, stabbed it in the heart, and then thrown it into the blood pool.

This was very clear as the knife used to stab the child was still in its heart.

After observing the child's corpse, which for some reason still hadn't rotted and seemed to have been killed just a few minutes ago, Myne's face looked ugly as f*ck. He looked around and already knew he had fallen into another big trouble because of his little brother. He didn't believe that in this entire hall, as big as a football field, there would be only one such a corpse.

But what puzzled him was that since it had only been half a year since that fatty came here and probably took a few months to build all of this, then where did he get so much blood to fill this big space up to knee level?

Although he had been missing for a few months, there was no way that thousands of people disappeared or died suddenly, and he hadn't heard any news, especially in a small place like Lucus Town where any secret can hardly stay hidden from people for a day before even a child knows about it.

"Fenrir, Fenrir, can you hear me?... I can't contact her?... Am I inside another dimension? Otherwise, there shouldn't be any problem with contacting Fenrir telepathically... Oops, in nervousness, I forgot that in the astral form, I can't use any other skills. I am such an idiot, how can a random fatty, who couldn't even make his wife pregnant have the power to create his own dimension?

Maybe I was overthinking. But how did that fatty do all of this?" Myne asked himself while floating over the blood pool and heading toward the centre while falling into deep thought.

As he flew closer, a macabre scene unfolded before him. More gruesome dead bodies, from young children to the elderly, men and women alike, lay scattered around. All bore the marks of unspeakable torture. Thousands of severed limbs, eyeballs, tongues, hearts, brains, heads, various internal organs, penis, and breasts floated in the blood pool.

If someone with a weak heart fell into this pool, that person would definitely not be able to sleep peacefully for the rest of their life.

Finally, after nearly two minutes of witnessing this living nightmare, Myne finally reached the hall's centre. Here, a massive, circular platform, four meters tall and ten meters wide, dominated the space. The floor of the platform was etched with a disturbing, intricately carved pentagram.

Within the pentagram, thousands of unknown, runic symbols were inscribed, all filled with blood, further amplifying the already horrifying atmosphere.

Gulp!

Myne swallowed hard, a knot of dread forming in his stomach.

After gulping down the saliva nervously, Myne moved his eyes and started observing the 2-meter-tall and wide altar made of silver-like material, but the dense magical energy emanating from it was enough for Myne to know that this thing was definitely not made of silver.

The altar was also carved with dense runes, but the only difference was that all of those runes were now glowing in red light, which obviously was not a good sign. Atop the altar rested a round, golden disc cradling a large, emerald-green ember the size of a baby head, floating serenely.

Behind the altar was an arched doorway-like structure made of the same metal used to make the altar.

However, unlike the altar, its texture was very crude as if made by a novice, and no extra details were filled in, except leaving hundreds of sharp, pointy, weird-looking carvings on it, as if worried that someone would break it easily if it was made to look good, or people wouldn't recognize which thing had the most problem.

Ten fist-sized, multicoloured gems adorned the top of the doorway, each pulsating with a faint glow.

Myne could only give a thumbs-up to the fatty; at least in terms of seeing death, no one could beat this guy, not even Myne himself, whom everyone in his family called the big troublemaker, nowhere near him. After seeing all of those things, even a child could say where it was going to end. But that fatty didn't seem to realize the problem, instead, he was making it grander with full excitement.

"Sigh, no wonder we humes couldn't make much progress in terms of strength or technology like other developed races. If a race has thousands of psychopaths who would do anything to destroy everything under their craziness or in order to raise themselves, or because of greed, willing to kill everyone, how can anyone expect that race to rise?

It is purely good luck that we haven't gone extinct from this world by now. Just what the hell did that fatty want to do with all of this? He didn't want to summon some kind of unknown monster with this evil ritual, right?"

Myne, although couldn't pinpoint the main function of this pentagram or altar, but seeing the doorway, even an idiot could say it was some kind of portal. And Myne, who had learned a lot of things thanks to Alban, could see problems with this kind of thing from miles away.

"Huh? Blood? Where did this come from?"

Just when Myne was flying toward the doorway to take a closer look at its various gems, a sudden splash of blood startled him. A drop had landed on his magic lamp, snapping his focus. He looked up, but the dense darkness shrouded the ceiling. Swallowing again, he raised the lamp and cautiously began to ascend, determined to get a closer look.

The sight that greeted Myne from the ceiling sent a jolt of terror through him, nearly causing him to drop his lamp. Hundreds of naked corpses in inhuman conditions hung there. All of their skin had been stripped, and countless marks of cuts could be seen on their emaciated muscles. Mutilated beyond recognition, they lacked noses, ears, fingers, legs, eyes, etc.

Although neither men nor women were spared and tortured beyond words, men still lagged far behind women in suffering because men only lost their penises, and the rest of the treatment was mentioned previously.

But women? Not only did they seem to get raped and then subjected to some dark magic that forced an accelerated pregnancy to a few hours before crudely ripped open their bellies to dig out their child with barbaric disregard. This wasn't the end of their suffering. After this they were beheaded and received inhumane torture similar to men, except instead of penises, they lost their breasts.

But afterward, it seemed someone had put an iron rod in their womanhood for fun's sake before hanging them to the ceiling, as Myne could see a few women still had that rod inside them.

No matter for whatever reason that fatty tortured them like that, but one thing is sure: he can no longer be called hume; he had already crossed all the bottom lines of humanity.

"Now I know where he got so many newborns, come from."

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Myne knew he couldn't express his emotions, he felt a wave of nausea as he surveyed the bodies, his gaze lingering on the women. Their mangled torsos displayed roughly severed umbilical cords and other organs, which seemed the torturer didn't heal properly and just left them here after skinning them alive.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"It seems all of those people have been dead for many days, and the blood in their bodies has long ago become part of the pool down there. Then where did that drop of blood come from?"

Myne, who already had a bad hunch in his heart, looked down to where he was standing before, then in the direction where the drop of blood could fall, and soon noticed the body of a woman.

The woman's condition also wasn't anything good, her skin was stripped, her breasts were cut off, all her hair pulled out forcefully, both legs gone, her fingers gone, her ears, and nose gone, and her eyes were dragged out.

If there is any difference between her and the other women, then it would be that her stomach wasn't cut open, and her vagina was still in good shape, seemingly untouched by anyone.

Although Myne didn't want to get close to those corpses, after some hesitation, he still floated towards that particular woman's body. For some reason, he felt a strange compulsion to approach her, his heart hammering in his chest. As he drew closer, an unsettling feeling washed over him.