Bro, I'm not an Undead!

…!

The moment Skullius saw the notification, he almost lost his mind.

The pain that called from his head momentarily stunned him and it was only after a full five seconds that he regained the ability to think!

12%?!

Doom Factor 2 had risen up again and Skullius knew that this pertained to soul damage which made him grimace and struggle!

‘WHAT IS THIS… THIS… B…AAAAAAH!’ Skullius stammered as a certain word he wanted to say refused to surface!

The pain gushed through him like a heatwave but he couldn’t struggle because of the firm hold of the flame shark!

Damilla’s body blazed with more light as she enhanced her strength to see more clearly. She searched for anything more about this girl, feeling her powers dig deep into her victim!

She wanted to uncover it all instead of looking into snippets!

And with the more strength she applied…

[An external force assaults your soul. Doom Factor 2 takes advantage. 14%]_.

…!

“STOP IT!” Skullius barked out loud at Damilla who simply ignored.

Terian narrowed his gaze.

Divining would sometimes connect to the soul of the victim to gain a clearer image as it was a better anchor than the flesh body. This was why Skullius felt the prickling sensations at his soul.

Gazing at specific points was the way in which Divining was used on normal people, as excessive force could potentially damage the victim.

Therefore, limiting their reach was all in the name of safety.

The old man knew exactly how much Skullius was suffering but the Discount Human’s reaction seemed a bit… excessive.

A desperation was noticeable in his eyes as if there was a specific doom he could feel at the moment, which made him even more curious in this character.

None of them in the room believed Skullius’ account about the curse entirely, but the information about Eofel which had been verified spoke up for the Discount Human.

Skullius’ eyes shot towards Damilla whose finger remained on his forehead and he bellowed in anger and pain as he gnashed his teeth.

The pain seemed to soar by a few notches, reaching another stage soon enough.

[…17%]

“STOP IT! YOU’LL … GET ME KILLED!” Skullius roared as saliva spat from his mouth.

“That’s enough, Damilla,” Terian commanded.

The Diviner reluctantly stopped, her vicious energy dying down as she then breathed out a sigh and removed her thumb from Skullius and looked at him with disdain.

The pain that shot through Skullius didn’t recede.

His vision started to crack, splitting as if it had been slashed apart by a sword multiple times and what followed was a distorted image where parts of the room were as they were before while the others looked like they were covered in snow!

‘This again!’ Skullius fumed in his mind.

Things were getting messed up.

The 10% mark had screwed him over hard and just now, he had nearly reached 20% which he didn’t doubt held much more surprises that he didn’t even wish to think about.

This was all thanks to that… that…BITCH!

The word finally came to Skullius and he didn’t bother to question where it had come from or what it was!

It had been a while since he had truly felt so angry with someone!

So infuriated!

The last two people he hated that much were Dezrael who challenged his fundamental ideals and choice, as well as the first female he had met this this world, Denille.

Skullius’ eyes locked onto Damilla who drew back and stood beside Terian as she looked at Skullius with a stubborn gaze.

Terian noticed the tension and sighed.

He then turned to Erkus who nodded at him and faced Skullius.

“Your account has brought to our knowledge information that we probably wouldn’t have known for a while. I’m glad you shared it. However, your other statement about having this…creature that follows you around hasn’t yet or rather, doesn’t justify your acts of genocide, whether you were coerced or did it of your own free will,” he said.

Skullius turned to Erkus with a hard gaze. He couldn’t even produce the words to add to his statement as the pain and the split vision made it very hard for him to continue as per normal.

“If you were any other individual with even the slightest bit less of value, I would have ordered your execution but.. for the time being, I’ll have you imprisoned for further questioning and verification,” Erkus said.

“He has quite the amount of resources in his spatial storage ring too. Perhaps we can gather more from them,” Damilla advised.

“That’s right,” Terian said as with the coil of his index. He had obviously noticed that Skullius had a spatial storage ring before.

Skullius felt his finger move, the second ring that was supposed to belong to Red Rage sliding off!

It flew through the flames and reached Terian who analysed it with interest.

Skullius hung his head as he gnashed his teeth.

Red Rage’s actions were showing their fruits.

The hidden ring wasn’t noticed at all.

Still, though, even with this, Skullius didn’t feel much better as he was still rattled with the current happenings.

His vision started to get murky, his eyes drooping as a deadly sense of heaviness assaulted him.

‘Dam..n… it….’ he thought before his vision turned dark.

Terian’s blazing energy receded, the flames in the room dying down.

He walked up to Skullius and laid his hand on the unconscious Discount Human’s forehead, his mana gushing into the young man.

It only took a few seconds before he retrieved his hand and faced Damilla.

“Hmmm. I’m unsure if you’re the one who put the boy’s soul in such a state, but whatever the reason, Festos will need time to recover before you do anymore of your Divining on him,” said Terian with a warning glance.

“Fine,” said Damilla with a harrumph.

“Did you find anything new?”

“<Sigh>. Unfortunately no. No matter how much effort I put, I can’t seem to find out what’s most important. Worse yet, the images keep getting cut. Something powerful is interfering. Surely you see how shady this man is. Especially when we account for the issue with this girl I saw…”

“We still don’t know the full story,” said Terian. “Let’s wait until then.”

“Where should Festos be imprisoned? If you consider him an indispensable individual despite the atrocity he has committed, I doubt you will throw him in a lowly jail in the city,” the old man said as he turned to the City Lord.

Erkus shook his head.

“No. I will have special prison erected for him.”

“If I may interject,” Silrat finally spoke, the smile he had on growing wider. “I have a better recommendation when it comes to this man.”