Cheat Awakening

"All right, now you can go back to sleep and surrender your body to Drakthor inside you."

Hearing Myne's command, William nodded and closed his eyes. He opened them again a moment later, but this time they glowed pure white, a clear sign that Drakthor was back in control.

"I didn't expect it to be so easy," Drakthor rumbled, a tinge of jealousy lacing his voice. "If I had that spell, it would certainly make my work a lot easier."

"Yes, yes, of course, anyway, my job is done. You can amuse yourself while I write a letter. By the way, there's a disabled girl on the same floor as the other demon who was locked. Please leave her alone. She's a friend of mine, and I don't want you to hurt her. Additionally," Myne paused slightly and continued, his voice hardening, "this old man's third son – that bastard who dared to kidnap my girl!

I want to kill him myself, leave him for me as well."

"Fine, sure," Drakthor causally said while waving his hand. "But leave his soul for me. Here, after you kill him, put this crystal ball on top of his body. It will automatically absorb his soul," He pulls out a crystal ball from who knows where and hands it to Myne.
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"All right. By the way, since you have been inside this guy for such a long time, you surely know about all the secret places where he hides his wealth, right? Why not tell me about them? After all, that wealth is useless to you anyway." Myne who was about to walk away suddenly thought of something, and asked with a friendly smile.

Even though Phiyona wrote down the locations of treasures, who doesn't have a hidden safe where they store their most valuable things about which only they know?

Hearing Myne's shameless request, Drakthor wore a disdainful expression, and replied with a hint of anger in his voice, "Well, I do know of such a place. But why should I help you get richer? Don't forget, you even forbid me from consuming enough souls."

"Five souls!" Myne countered, ignoring Drakthor's grumbling.

"Ten!" Drakthor shot back.

"Deal!" Myne agrees without any hesitation leaving Darkthor completely speechless.

Drakthor couldn't help but sigh dramatically. "Ugh, feels like I got cheated. I should've demanded more..." He pointed towards a wall with a helpless expression. "There's a secret door behind that tapestry. Also, this guy's storage pouch is hidden under the mattress, this fool thought I couldn't find it if he placed it there, not knowing that I could see his every activity within him.

You can store souls in those crystal balls too." Without waiting for a response, Drakthor hurried out of the room, clearly eager to indulge in his upcoming feast.

Myne wasn't in a rush to explore the secret room. He first used his telekinesis skill on a grand scale, levitating all the portraits in the room towards him before storing them in his inventory. He repeated the process with all the furniture, the chandeliers, and even the slightly damaged bed.

Finally, he turned his attention to the tapestry in which a man sitting on a throne surrounded by a few dozen naked women who were trying to please him with every possible means they could think of, and made it vanish with a wave of his hand, revealing a hidden iron door that blended seamlessly with the surrounding wall.

Taking out the pouch which had also made its way into his inventory along with the bed, Myne inspected it. Inside, instead of valuables, he found a mountain of documents, books and some random daily necessities. He scanned the pouch and located a key tucked away in a random corner. He inserted it into the metal door and pushed it open.

Darkness greeted him, followed by a vast room filled with an assortment of strange yet valuable objects. Gruesome paintings with an unsettling aura hung on the walls. Some books appeared to be bound in hume skin placed on a wooden table. Five large iron chests overflowed with platinum coins. A shelf groaned under the weight of regular books but abnormal information.

Expressive golden art pieces, some bordering on disturbingly demonic, historical artefacts, stood on wooden shelves. In the centre of the room, a large table overflowed with even more documents and scrolls.

However, what truly captivated Myne's attention was a massive wooden chest – big enough to comfortably accommodate a dozen people lying on top of each other inside– overflowing with scrolls stacked on a small platform. The inscription on the chest read: "Slave Contracts."

Curiosity piqued, Myne hurried over and grabbed one of the scrolls, eager to begin his investigation.

The contract scroll Myne picked up seemed like a low-budget version of the one Drakthor had conjured. It lacked the beautiful demonic decorations and menacing aura. If someone didn't know its true effect found it, he would think it was a random scroll scribbled on by a madman. Upon unfurling it, Myne found densely packed words in an unknown language.

They were also not in the demonic language, so The Fate Ring couldn't help him translate them. Defeated, he decided to postpone deciphering it and ask Drakthor later.

Putting the entire chest filled with countless slave contracts in his Inventory, Myne moved on to the dozen or so creepy-looking books on a wooden table. Their covers appeared as if someone had skinned a person's face and then stitched it onto leather. Sharp, needle-like spikes protruded from them, and Myne had no intention of even touching them, let alone opening them.

He'd already witnessed enough danger to know that unbridled curiosity wasn't always healthy. Donning a glove, he carefully added them to his inventory using a mere touch of his finger and decided to show them to Maya later. She with her extensive knowledge of the arcane, might be able to shed light on what these horrific books were.

Next, he looked at the large portraits displaying gruesome scenes. A man brutally tortured women in a ritual meant to summon demons, blood flowing like rivers while corpses piled everywhere. Shaking his head, he collected those portraits too. Although the pictures were not something a normal person would want to see, he thought they could be used for entertainment purposes.

Myne decided to build a special room filled with such creepy things in the clan, where he would charge people to experience the feeling of visiting hell. That would surely earn him a lot of money, after all, humes are curious creatures and often go toward the very things they are told to avoid. Myne had learned this from his own painful lesson.

Finding nothing else worth his time, Myne casually tossed the bizarre golden statues and other artefacts he had no idea about into his inventory, along with the chest overflowing with platinum coins, before exiting the secret room.

Without a pause, he left William's now-empty room and hurried towards his main target: Edward Harrington's chamber.

Edward Harrington's room was at the end of the third floor and had virtually no security at all, which is a very suspicious thing. After all, even a random Harrington family member's room would have a contingent of knights guarding it, but this guy seemed fear about nothing, as there wasn't even a single person near his room.

This disregard for security made Myne wonder if he'd come to the wrong place.

Opening the door, Myne was met by a strange, pungent odour and a wave of stifling heat. The smell was a grotesque mix of burning flesh, hair, clothes, and an assortment of other unidentified materials. What truly left Myne speechless, however, was the room's size. From the outside, it appeared normal, but within, it was vast.

The owner had removed walls, seamlessly merging it with three adjoining rooms to create a colossal space. The entire area was cluttered with an array of machines – most of them designed to inflict unimaginable torture on people. Bloodstains marred the floor, painting a chilling picture.

The room's interior was like a horror movie set come to life. There are a lot of torture devices and sex machines like the iron nail chairs, Spanish donkey (a torture tool designed to destroy the vagina), stretching frames, and iron maidens.

Small tools like whips, chains, branding irons, and a variety of magical implements specifically crafted to inflict pain and suffering beyond humes comprehension were hanging on the walls.

Many other things that shouldn't be inside a normal person's bedroom, like two copper statues of a two-meter-tall man and woman placed beside the window. Between their legs stood magical stoves that burned continuously without wood, emitting little smoke, and constantly heating the statues, now glowing a menacing red.

Also that disgusting smell greeted Myne when he entered the room was also coming from those statues.

Perhaps the owner suffered from memory loss issues or shared his father's penchant for collecting paintings. At least a hundred gruesome portraits of different sizes and kinds, each more macabre than the last, adorned the walls. These depictions showcased a vast array of torture methods, primarily focused on women with the occasional unfortunate man thrown into the mix.

Shelves lining the walls displayed jars filled with preserved body parts pickled in a sickly green liquid. Cages in the corners housed a menagerie of fearsome creatures – venomous snakes, scorpions, rats, centipedes and rabid dogs included.

Dim red magical lanterns provided the sole source of light, barely illuminating the surrounding area and the two burning stoves.

In the centre of the room was a dirty bed that seemed not to have been cleaned for years but was used daily, becoming messier and smellier over time. The bed was so foul that people might vomit just from looking at it.

However despite that, on this bed lay a thin, naked girl, probably around 17, sleeping in an unladylike position with her arms and legs spread. She had quite a lot of purple marks from whippings and hits, especially on her face and buttocks. Her waist bore red marks from long-term tight bindings, and she seemed to struggle to break free from them.

She appeared to cry a lot, as even in her sleep, she was crying and begging for mercy in low voice, her body trembling every once in a while.