Chapter 41: Chapter 41: Wang Ao's Breakdown—You're the Sickest One of All!

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

As soon as Lu Ce gave the command, Wang Ao suddenly let out a crazed howl, eyes shut tight, stabbing wildly!

“2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10!!!.....”

The iron shard became a razor-sharp blade, stabbing down in a frenzy—some piercing through the palm, some slicing off flesh, some missing entirely and stabbing into the floor.

Wang Ao used so much force that even the hand gripping the shard got completely cut up, blood flowing from it and mixing with Lu Ce’s blood.

Wang Ao stabbed like a madman, fully committed to his task. He didn’t believe that in this world, any flesh-and-blood body could be completely unreactive to pain.

Even him—someone who enjoyed pain and torture—couldn’t be like this!

It wasn’t just a lack of response to pain. From Wang Ao’s perspective, it was like this guy didn’t even consider that hand to be part of his body!

Halfway through the hundred strikes, he even reached out with his other hand, grabbing Lu Ce’s wrist to check if he was still there, still playing along, or if he'd backed off.

And Lu Ce really did feel that way.

Eyes closed, immune to pain, mentally chaotic—he didn’t feel anything wrong at all.

Only the occasional voice in his mind reminded him of the benefits he was receiving.

【Chosen of Agony, Pain Points +1!】

【Chosen of Agony, Pain Points +2!】

【Chosen of Agony, Pain Points +1!】

.......

Toward the end, maybe because his hand was nearly destroyed, the Pain Points notifications were decreasing.

“97, 98, 99, 100!”

Wang Ao shouted hoarsely, then yanked his hand free and looked down—at the completely mutilated mess of a hand.

Then, Lu Ce’s calm voice once again rang in his ears.

“Done with the hundred strikes? Then it’s time to answer my question.”

“Your game wasn’t bad. I quite liked it.”

His tone was gentle, his demeanor composed.

“Hehehe, hahaha, what the h*ll are you!?”

After a couple of meaningless laughs, Wang Ao completely broke down. He roared at Lu Ce and lunged at him with the blade.

“Die! You f***ing die!”

Like a total maniac, he drove the blade hard into Lu Ce’s shoulder. Lu Ce didn’t even dodge.

But when Wang Ao tried to pull the blade out, he found he couldn’t—Lu Ce’s muscles were so tensed that he couldn’t even remove the shard!

No time to think—or maybe he’d already lost the ability to think. In the next second, the world spun, and with a bang, he was slammed to the floor.

A huge hand gripped Wang Ao’s face—Lu Ce had pinned him down.

With one hard squeeze, Wang Ao felt like his skull was about to explode. The pressure inside his head spiked like crazy!

That wasn’t human strength.

Sure, Wang Ao’s strength was already beyond normal human limits, but right now, he was sure—he was no match for this man.

“How is this possible! How can you have no reaction at all?!”

“What the f*** are you!!!”

Wang Ao screamed. Any trace of sanity he had before was now completely gone.

Their illness had always acted as a shell, keeping them locked inside, isolated from the world.

But now, Lu Ce had shattered that shell using Wang Ao’s own methods—and in an instant, a flood of fear swallowed him whole.

The red Gluttony Mask kept shifting expressions like a kaleidoscope—ever-changing, unreadable.

“You know, there was a woman once... she behaved a lot like you. Played games with me. Halfway through, she tried to kill me...”

“You’re luckier than her. I didn’t even give her the chance to speak again...”

“Your game was good. But now that it’s over, aren’t you supposed to answer my question?”

Lu Ce had both hands pressing Wang Ao down, including the one that was basically already shredded. At this point, Wang Ao was covered in blood.

He was nothing like before—now just a terrified mess, staring at Lu Ce, repeating over and over:

“I don’t know. I really don’t know. I actually don’t know anything.”

“I always tricked them with this kind of act—I never knew who the sickest one really was!”

“Wait... it’s you. You! You’re the sickest one!”

“I get it now! I finally get it! You’re the one who’s the most sick!”

Lu Ce grabbed his head and slammed it against the ground with a loud thud.

Sound good?

If it sounds good—it’s a good head!

“Who the f*** asked you that?! Did I say I was asking about that?!”

“Huh?” Wang Ao’s forehead was bleeding, he gasped heavily, and dazedly asked, “Then... what are you asking?”

“I’m asking you—based on what you said earlier.”

“Three equals four, four equals five—then what does five equal? What about six?”

“Oh, right. They all equal zero. If it’s zero, then our game’s not over yet. There’s still another hundred strikes...”

Wang Ao: ......

His eyes instantly glazed over, hollow like a corpse.

“Hehe... hahahahahaha.”

Suddenly, pinned to the floor, he began to laugh—meaninglessly.

【: That’s it. The poor guy’s been tortured into stupidity.】

【: Seriously, ultimate torture king. This was supposed to be just one hour of lunch break—why did it feel so damn long?】

【: This is terrifying. Ever since he showed up, no food, no meds, and now he’s just randomly torturing patients. Is he a demon or what...】

“Why... why is this happening again... why are you torturing me again?”

“Are you one of the ones who tortured me before? Why is the method different this time...”

Wang Ao’s eyes were empty, his mouth moving as he mumbled broken phrases.

Suddenly, a sharp gleam flashed in Lu Ce’s eyes. For the first time, his rational mind overpowered the Gluttony Mask’s chaotic influence. He asked:

“Who? Who tortured you before?”

Wang Ao’s eyes flickered with some clarity, but his expression became even more twisted and unstable.

He clutched his head with both hands, writhing on the ground in pain.

“What? What torture? What did I say just now?”

“Meds... where are my meds? Why haven’t I gotten my meds today?!”

“Ah!!! Just kill me already! Who are you? You’re... no, just kill me!”

In the dim cell, Wang Ao’s anguished screams echoed nonstop—like he was enduring the most horrifying torture known to man.