Reincarnated As A Wolf With Cheats

Chapter 440 Torture [1]

Chapter 440 Torture [1]

Chapter 439: Torture [1]

"Deo-!"

'Kill him.'

"Wha-?"

'Kill him.'

The once unyielding shackles that held Shin's arms disintegrated into a cloud of shimmering dust, freeing him from their confining grip.

"Master! I've come to rescue you! Let's run master!"

'Kill him.'

The fine particles of dust transformed into a sleek, obsidian dagger, glinting ominously in the dim light. Its sharp edges seemed to emanate a foreboding aura, a tool that held both potential danger and newfound hope.

'Kill him'

As if under some mysterious compulsion of the voice, Shin's arm extended forward, his fingers curling around the hilt of the dagger. His body moved with an eerie determination, as if guided by an invisible force, propelling him towards Deoras with each deliberate step.

'Kill him. Kill him. Kill him. Kill him.'

'No! I won't!'

In the midst of his resolute advance, a sudden stillness overcame Shin. The aura of deadly intent that had begun to emanate from his being vanished in an instant, as if snuffed out by an invisible hand.

His body stood frozen, suspended in an uncertain moment. In that profound silence, the voice within Shin's head ceased to exist. It was as if the threads of control that had bound his thoughts and actions were finally severed, granting him a taste of liberation.

"Deoras!" Shin's voice echoed through the chamber as he sprinted towards Deoras.

"Master! Let's get out of here!"

Shin gritted his teeth. He knew that their escape would be a gamble, but the prospect of leaving behind the torment and agony of the past ten days compelled him to take the risk. However, a concern creased his brow as he looked at Deoras.

'How did he even come here?' Shin wondered, his mind racing to understand the situation. It was baffling to see Deoras in this place, and he couldn't fathom the circumstances that led to his presence.

As Shin observed Deoras intently, a sense of frustration washed over him. His reliance on the system for information and analysis had been hampered by the ongoing update.

"Deoras, how in the world did you manage to enter this place? Did you find a hidden passage?" Shin's voice was filled with a mix of curiosity and urgency as he sought answers from his loyal companion.

"Yes, master," Deoras nodded in affirmation. The room remained cloaked in darkness, but Shin's determination allowed him to navigate his way out. As he stepped outside, a sight awaited him that sent a shiver down his spine.

The scene before Shin resembled a nightmarish dungeon, reminiscent of the eerie houses depicted in horror movies from his previous life. The dimly lit corridors and flickering lights created an atmosphere of dread, as if the very walls held secrets and lurking terrors.

Despite the spine-chilling environment, Shin mustered his courage, determined to navigate this terrifying maze and find a way to freedom.

What compounded the already harrowing scene was the suffocating aura of dark energy that emanated from the very walls themselves.

Deoras's confident stride continued, leaving Shin puzzled and apprehensive.

'Won't we get caught?'

Shin's trust in Deoras outweighed his fears. Desperation for freedom consumed him, fueling his determination to escape the torment he endured for the past ten days. He had reached a breaking point and would do anything to avoid reliving those agonizing moments ever again.

Deoras abruptly halted, his hand rising in a commanding gesture. As he tightly clenched his palm, the empty air before him seemed to warp and distort. In a blink of an eye, intricate black lines interconnected, giving shape to numerous squares that materialized in the air.

Shin's vision plunged into darkness, engulfing him in an abyss of void. Yet, just as quickly as it vanished, the darkness dissipated, allowing his sight to return in an instant.

"Where is this..?"

Before him stood a chamber crafted from weathered stones, exuding an aura of ancient wisdom. The intricate carvings adorned the walls, telling tales of a bygone era.

The staircase stretched before Shin, each step crafted in the likeness of legendary beasts: fearsome gargoyles, majestic dragons, regal phoenixes, and countless other mythical creatures. The meticulous attention to detail made them appear alive, as if frozen in time, ready to leap into motion at any moment.

"Where are we?"

Shin's voice resounded through the chamber, but Deoras remained silent, his gaze focused ahead.

"Deoras?"

In an instant, Deoras spun around, his expression contorted into a sinister grin. The dim light cast eerie shadows across his face, accentuating the malevolence in his eyes. It was as if a switch had been flipped, revealing a side of Deoras that Shin had never seen before.

The twisted grin seemed to stretch unnaturally, revealing sharp teeth that glinted in the dim light.

"Master~ I'm sorry."

"Hu- Gasp!"

As Shin gasped for air, a single drop of spit flew from his mouth, glistening in the dim light before gravity claimed it. The tension in the air grew heavier, and Shin's mind raced to connect the dots.

The truth became clear: Deoras had turned against him.

Understanding crashed into Shin, causing his eyes to widen in sheer disbelief. His mind struggled to comprehend the magnitude of the betrayal before him.

'Has Deoras truly grown stronger, or is it merely due to my weakened state? That shouldn't be the case…'

"Welcome to your new home, Master," Deoras' voice echoed from behind.

Startled, he turned around only to find Deoras standing there with an unsettling grin.

The sudden appearance and disappearance of his trusted companion added an eerie twist to the already mysterious surroundings.

It was as if Deoras possessed a supernatural ability to manipulate space and time, leaving Shin to question the true nature of his loyal wolf.

Deoras' sharp claws pierced through Shin's leg, tearing through flesh and sinew with a sickening sound. Agonizing pain shot through Shin's body as blood gushed from the wound, staining the ground crimson.

Each heartbeat intensified the throb of pain, reminding him of the excruciating torment he had endured just moments ago. The physical pain, though intense, paled in comparison to the mental anguish he had suffered during his captivity.