I'm a villain, not a devil

Chapter 113 Hall of Saints

The door of the torture chamber was opened.

Moza, who was standing by, walked up, and then stopped.

Sean's eyes were red and tears were already flowing down his face.

"Big brother..."

Sean shook his head, smiled and waved his hand, signaling Moza to bring the things up.

After receiving the injection, Sean inserted it into his arm. In the intense pain, he straightened his body.

However, the physical pain could not cover up the sadness inside, and his tears were flowing faster and faster.

Moza frowned.

Sean did nothing to stop the pain from spreading, both physically and internally.

Finally, he threw away the syringe and breathed a sigh of relief.

Pushing away tears from the corners of his eyes, Sean smiled and said, "The side effects are quite obvious. Damn it, I almost fell in love with that woman."

Moza's voice was a little solemn: "Brother, your mental state will not be right if this continues."

Sean shook his head without caring much: "This is the inevitable price to pay. I can only play such a role in this world."

He walked outside and paused halfway.

"Burn it."

Sean then walked out of the house.

Moza heard this and looked at the execution chamber. Inside, Mio Thirteen had lost all his life.

She looked at the ceiling with a strange, reassuring smile on her face.

Those eyes refused to close.

Her supernatural restraint device was untied at some point, and there was a sharp knife in her heart, piercing straight into her heart.

Her hand was on the knife, holding it tightly.

She is dead.

……

When Sean broke free from countless mixed emotions, a whole day had passed.

He locked himself in the room and saw no one.

Standing in front of the mirror, Sean touched his stubble, looked at his red, swollen and tired eyes, and smiled to himself.

He had this realization last time when he used his ability on Ran Xinzhu, but this time the price he paid for his deceitful heart was still not small.

If it's a physical injury, Sean can slowly heal it over time. [Golden Ghost] has the best treatment potions and the best medical equipment.

Only for emotional torture, he needs to throw his already strong willpower into a mortar where the pestle is constantly falling, and accept the emotional backlash.

Touching his eyes, the self-deprecating smile on Sean's face slowly faded, but his eyes remained cold and firm.

It's just a price, and the price doesn't shake who I am.

Sitting back on the bed, Sean took out the loot.

That very strange stone slab will lose its ability to float because its host has died.

Holding this thing, Sean felt a lot of emotion in his heart.

This thing... is a gift from their entire production team to the protagonist of the game.

After all, the content in the testing phase is limited. After the big plot is over, the subsequent plot needs to be carried out, and this thing is an important item in the content to be developed.

The magical technology produced in the shelter is no longer limited to machinery.

It will be integrated into the owner's body and provide a key function for the owner.

"Dawn: Rise of a New World", this game received excellent reviews when it was released, but there were also some points that players were dissatisfied with.

For example: contact information.

Because of the existence of the evil dome, wireless devices generally have an effective range of only a dozen meters. Even with the most high-end imperial technology, the maximum contact range of unlimited communication devices is only less than fifty meters.

Those cameras, monitoring devices, TVs, and other machines that need to receive signals can only do so through buried wires, which is extremely costly.

In the context of this world view, players cannot communicate with other characters in the game in real time. Although it conforms to the world view, it is still inconvenient and there are quite a few complaints among players.

However, the production team did not choose to subvert the world view, but tinkered with this thing in Sean's hands.

"Hey, Mio Thirteen still hasn't figured out how to use this thing, otherwise, they might not come to Paradise City."

With a sigh, Sean directly placed the slate on his forehead.

The stone slab squirmed, and mercury-like liquid penetrated into his skin.

Sean shivered involuntarily as if there was static electricity flowing through his body.

At this time, as long as Sean closed his eyes again, he could feel that there was something more in his mind.

It was a wonderful feeling, like being thrust into a dark world and into a room with no door.

Mio Thirteen also encountered the same dilemma before. She tried to enter the door, but she couldn't do it.

Shelter technology is really awesome...

Sean sighed secretly in his heart, then he immersed himself in his thoughts and picked up the electric shock device that had been prepared nearby.

"Why did I design this unlucky startup method..." Sean cursed himself secretly and pointed at his forehead.

Sean's whole body trembled under the strong electric current, and he closed his eyes tightly and focused all his attention on the small house in the dark field of vision.

The door opened.

The refreshing static electricity swept across Sean's body again, and then he clearly felt that there was another person in his mental field of vision.

That is himself.

After calming down, Sean focused his consciousness on himself in his thinking field.

When he opened his eyes again, he had reached the edge of the room.

"It's truly a shelter technology." After looking around, Sean was amazed.

To materialize thoughts and consciousness in the mind, only the terrifying technology before the end of the world can do it.

"However, we have only designed it here, and the subsequent content has not been elaborated yet..."

Sean walked into the room muttering.

In his mind's eye, this was a small room in the dark, but now, what appeared in front of Sean's eyes was a hall.

Weird mecha warriors stood on both sides of the hall, holding weapons of various shapes, seemingly guarding this sacred land.

In the center of the hall is a round table with a total of eleven places.

Sean walked to the table. After looking at it for a while, he found a seat and sat down.

"Saint III, you are back in your place."

Just after Sean sat down, a loud voice sounded in the hall, and the surrounding mecha warriors raised their hands and smashed their weapons.

There was a 'thud' sound, and Sean was startled.

"Holy crap, is this how this place is designed?"

Then, the voice sounded again.

"Awakening..."

A strange symbol appears on the seat behind Sean, which seems to be the old world number representing three.

"Is it blurred?"

The voice asked Sean.

Sean nodded: "Blurred."

His little thinking man became an opaque white shadow.

"Saint Three, you are the first saint to return to this place. Do you take the initiative to call other saints?"

"Sure enough, this is the effect..." Sean knew that this was just the artificial consciousness in the hall, and he nodded, "Calling."

(End of this chapter)