Chapter 335 Preparing to Intervene

It's time for a plot jump.

Jump to the third hour after a top-ranking nobleman was nailed to the rack.

Gore felt he should die, since he hadn't seemed to be dreaming at all during the time he was unconscious.

It is said that after a person dies, there is no thought, and you cannot see any scene, just like an eye covered by a barrier—only nothingness, nothingness, which exists in the essence of truth.

He fell into a deathly silence and emptiness, like a candle that had burned out, or some insignificant fragment—falling...falling, until he was completely returned to the origin of death.

But at some point, a violent and sudden force grew out from above, grabbed him tightly, and pulled him upwards.

The barrier between reality and fantasy shattered instantly, but Gore still felt like he was in a vortex, surrounded by a dazzling red light—he heard someone speaking, their tone helpless, "Please, we've had enough fun now. Roy has spoken, so we have to hand him over," and "How come his mental pollution level is so high? Take out all those prohibited items, don't worry about the side effects, just make sure he lives!"

The next moment, sure enough, some kind of liquid was fed into Gore's mouth. He opened his eyes wide and felt as if he had swallowed concentrated sulfuric acid. His soft tissues were burning, and he could almost hear them sizzling.

He couldn't help but groan, as the force that seemed to push him deeper and deeper pulled him out of the deadly waters time and time again. A barrage of warning lights shone down, burning his limbs and bones along with them—further away, dozens of people surrounded the custom-made metal rack.

In a daze, Gore heard someone say, "Oh, you're finally awake," and another person said with a grin, "It's good that you've survived. Let's give you a stabilizer to lower your heart rate."

He felt like a fucking adult mold that had been played with and was no longer appreciated. The customer, having tasted it, threw this inferior product back into the locker without a second thought, the inside still unbearably filthy.

For the first time, Gore thought of the fairness theory that Roy had been mentioning—okay, if this was the curse of Yu Jianchu and Li Lin, he could bear it.

But the story isn't over yet.

Someone stared at him for a while, then clicked their tongue and said, "The people who are supposed to pick up Gore haven't arrived yet, have they? Shall we play a little longer? There are still a lot of projects we haven't done."

"Just like that girl in the adjudication department back then, have some fun with her. It's a pity I didn't get to sleep with her, otherwise it would have been even more interesting."

For a moment, Gore even forgot why his defensive passive ability hadn't triggered yet, and where he was. It certainly wasn't the control room from before. All sensations and memories were blocked; his body was left with only layers upon layers of wounds, nothing but coldness, pain, and numbness. There was nothing else, perhaps even some pain response they wanted.

"Are you still holding on, Mr. Gore?" the man asked encouragingly as he stepped forward.

He couldn't speak a complete sentence, of course; he just tried to prop himself up with the little strength he had just gained, but soon someone kicked his arm away.

“I really want to have my way with you, Mr. Gore,” the man continued. “I wanted to do that right when you were first transferred from America. You acted so noble, unwilling to bow your head, so aloof and untainted by the mud—but in the end you still have to do the dirty work with us? What a pity… Now I regret it so much I want to die. If you were just a little more obedient, let me have my way with you, and we'll let you leave with dignity, okay?”

Gore opened his eyes slightly—well, it was hard to see who was speaking, and the voice was muffled. Only that blinding crimson enveloped him, seeping in from all directions, leaving him nowhere to hide.

He felt someone reach down and grab his chin, then slip a capsule inside.

Then, Gore heard someone say, "Oh, he looks much more docile now."

"Well, we still have some time, enough for us to play around a bit more, let's get started."

No one spoke, and no one did anything on their own.

The pervert finally let go and complained to someone next to him, "Contact me again if there's a next time."

He stroked Gore's face as if he were treating an obedient pet.

"Tsk... I suddenly remembered that Yingzhou's 'human head balloon' originally planned to participate, but it is said that Roy has some connections with her. She actually declined our invitation when she was almost at the base. That's really impolite."

Gore was finally able to see the outside world clearly; the stabilizing agent's restorative effects were long overdue.

Someone smiled at him.

The bastard who spoke was just as lewd as he had imagined, though he was also quite handsome. He was wearing an expensive gray suit, a monochromatic color scheme.

He leaned down, and seeing that the other person was awake, his expression became even more interested. Then he leaned close to Gore's ear and slowly spoke.

“I was serious about what I just said, so don’t take it lightly. But Eoubs’ medical standards are very high now, and we’ll prepare a new organ for you. We’ll even add some forbidden techniques inside, which will definitely be very exciting for you, something most people wouldn’t even imagine.” He couldn’t help but lick his lips, his face filled with a desire to devour Gore. “Ordinary elites don’t have this opportunity for organ transplants. In fact… the reason the forbidden substance in your body is so quiet is also our doing. You think you know enough about Eoubs? You’re too young. You’ll never know what we can do…”

He suddenly stopped, and even the surrounding chatter subsided several octaves until it ceased altogether.

Gore couldn't lift his head, but he could feel the man immediately straighten up and say respectfully, "Ms. Misaka Mina."

Beside the rack, the others whispered, "We apologize for keeping you waiting, Ms. Misaka Mina."

They tacitly stepped aside, and the person in charge of Yingzhou walked over. The sunlight outside seemed to engulf everyone present, making the newcomer's figure appear slender and frail.

Ms. Misaka Mina wasn't even wearing a formal dress, just a common doctor's coat, and she walked in barefoot, like some crazy kid who had wandered into the wrong place on the street.

She stopped in front of the rack and stared at Gore's current appearance.

Gore could only make out the identification tag pinned to the man's chest.

【A04-Misaka Mine】

Registered name: Head Balloon.