Cheat Awakening

Because of the Ultra Regeneration skill's special trait, which releases steam every time it heals injuries, it only took 30 seconds before the entire glass tank was filled with steam. Myne couldn't see anything happening inside, let alone enjoy his sweet revenge.

Helplessly waiting for another 30 seconds, he pressed the rune on the controller again to stop the acid rain. He opened the lid and pulled out the fatty from the tank. After taking a shower of acid for an entire minute, there was hardly any muscle left on his body that could be considered in good condition.
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He looked like a deformed, mutated monster, with bones visible in many parts, especially his arms, which he used to shield his face.

The Ultra Regeneration skill, still living up to its name, worked wonders as it squeezed the last of the mana from the fatty's body, but before Myne placed him back on the not-so-clean wooden table, he was already starting to look somewhat hume. However, the acid bath had cleaned him of all his extra fat.

Now, he looked no different than a middle-aged man in his forties, still not handsome at all, but with an acceptable appearance – at least hundreds of times better compared to his previous pig-like appearance.

This sudden change in the fatty's physique even left Myne dumbfounded. He began to wonder if he could use this trick to fill his pocket. After all, 80% of the rich people in the Augusta Kingdom were fatties, with a minimum weight starting from 100kg.

Nobles who took their image more seriously than their children – Myne believed he could definitely make a fortune from this business until all the rich fatties from the kingdom hadn't gone extinct.

"Hmm, let's make a note of that," Myne muttered while rubbing his chin excitedly. "Once the clan starts functioning normally, I'll create a special department for this kind of thing. I'll only accept super VIPs willing to spend money like water on their appearance.

Aisha had never liked nobles much, she'd definitely beg to take this job." As Myne waited for the fatty to recover, these thoughts swirled in his head.

"Had this fatty fallen asleep again? Why wasn't he making any movement? Unlike Rosewell, who remained conscious even after enduring similar torture, this pig seized every opportunity to pass out."

Myne, filled with disgust, taunted the fatty while taking out his watch to check the time. He realized he'd spent quite a while playing around here.

"Let's end it here. At first, I thought it would be fun torturing this shit and taking revenge, but although there's a certain peace in my heart, and perhaps some satisfaction, that's all. There's nothing truly enjoyable about this kind of thing," Myne shook his head while taking out another bucket of bone-chilling cold water from his inventory and pouring it on the fatty's face like last time.

However, this time the torture seemed a bit too cruel. The fatty opened his eyes, but they were devoid of life as if he was just a lifeless puppet and nothing could shake him anymore.

Myne wasn't surprised by the fatty's state. In truth, he didn't care anymore. He was tired of seeing his face, even if the man was no longer the fat man from before. He had made up his mind to send him to hell, to meet his fellow "brothers."

Then Myne first took back his skill, meaning no more unlimited healing, before pasting the fatty's body on the wooden table again. After which he picked up a device consisting of a pear-shaped metal body with sharp, short, blade-like segments that could be moved in a circle using a spring or by turning a key. This was a special torture tool designed to make holes in the body.

Its use was simple: you inserted the blades into the desired body part, turned the key until the blades made a full circle, and then pulled out the blades along with a chunk of flesh.

Myne used it on the fatty's left arm, creating a hole the size of a small tennis ball. When he pulled out the flesh, he could easily see the arm bone. However, things were already getting too bloody, and the visual effect wasn't very pleasant. Surprisingly, the fatty didn't make a single sound throughout the entire process. It seemed the previous torture had hit him a bit too hard.

But the fatty didn't realize that he had long lost his value and was about to be released from this hell, at least. Myne wasn't a psychopath who enjoyed torturing people. Yes, he didn't mind killing people, but that was for a benefit – and although in his eyes, most lives were the same except for his family and friends.

If it wasn't for hatred, he would never waste so much time on worthless shit like the fatty; instead, he might be enjoying his limited time with his girls. For him, only they mattered the most; the rest of the things were just to pass the time when he couldn't be with his girls.

After creating a hole, Myne activated his Realize skill and conjured a small metal cup filled with molten iron, this thing wasn't anything special so mana consumption was very minimal making Myne's breath a relief.

The cup radiated such intense heat that Myne was forced to take a few steps back. Thankfully, he hadn't conjured it on the table, or it might have already caught fire. Afterwards, under the lifeless gaze of the fatty, Myne used Etheric Marionette to lift the cup before pouring all the molten iron within it into the hole on the fatty's arm.

This was the last punishment he had thought of for the fatty, which, although not serious, should be enough for the fatty to say goodbye to this world once and for all.

"AHHHH!!!"

The fatty, who was in a statue-like state, finally came to his senses under the golden, hot, lava-like liquid iron. His brain registered the pain, transferring it to his consciousness and completely waking him up. However, the fatty's struggles and screams had no effect except to make Myne smile a bit. Before long, he picked up the torture tool again and made a hole in the fatty's right thigh.

Then he summoned another cup filled with molten iron and, without any hesitation, emptied it as well.

The fatty's bloodcurdling scream echoed throughout the room, but it only lasted for about three minutes. Just as Myne filled the fatty's legs and arms with iron weights, about to move to his chest, he finally lost his breath.

"Sigh, finally over... I hope you find some peace, Rosy..." Myne muttered, hoping Rosewell would find some peace. After a silent prayer for Rosewell, he surveyed the room. Deciding this space could be reused for another bastard like the fatty, Myne opted to keep it instead of destroying it.

First, he created a portal beneath the fatty's wooden table and threw him into the river in the Divine Beast Forest. He believed that with those giant monster fishes roaming there, they would surely enjoy the fatty wholeheartedly. He then cleaned the room thoroughly. threw a few buckets of water in the room and used the cleaning skill a few times to make it as clean as new.

Finally, Myne used Etheric Marionette to move all the torture tools scattered on the floor to a random corner.

Satisfied with everything being perfectly clean and organized, Myne forced a smile that instantly reopened the injuries on his face, before opening the portal again and stepping through.

Five minutes after Myne's departure, a blinding blood-red light erupted in the dark, silent torture chamber devoid of any entrance or exit. The light shone brightly in the room's centre, resembling a sun. Soon, half of the red light was obscured by blackness, as if infected by a virus. It began to take the shape of a humanoid entity.

If the seven weirdos from the wizarding worlds had witnessed this scene, they might have erupted in excitement and joy. If they knew that the fatty possessed the potential to become a high-grade vengeful spirit, they might have abandoned their master's orders without hesitation., and the fatty would have long ago received Rosewell's treatment, maybe even more serious than hers.

After all, in the wizarding world, especially among dark wizards who study souls and death-related matters, a high-grade vengeful spirit is an ultra-rare material. From increasing wizards' strength to its use in potions and alchemy, regardless of specialization, it's an undoubtedly core material that could propel them to a completely new level. Their wealth would undoubtedly increase significantly.

Perhaps their powerful master wouldn't care about such "low-end goods," but for those who weren't even official wizards, this was a surefire path to promotion – an opportunity no one in their right mind would want to miss.

Perhaps due to being newly born and unable to control its appearance, or simply not caring about its looks, the vengeful spirit resembled the most common image of a scary ghost from stories.

It lacked tattered clothing, its dark nails were sharp like blades, its face was deformed and zombie-like, its head had a handful of hair, its eyes were white and pupil-less, and hundreds of cuts crisscrossed its body, with cracked skin. A bloody mouth with black, tar-like liquid dripping from it completed the horrifying image.

After forming its shape, the red and black light around it slowly faded. The vengeful spirit descended to the ground, first surveying the room before gazing at the ceiling as if trying to see through it. A minute later, it let out a horrific, beast-like cry and shot towards the ceiling like a rocket, easily passing through the wall and continuing its upward flight.