Cheat Awakening

Myne stared at the girl before him briefly before pulling out a blanket. He draped it over her and then moved towards the copper statues because the disgusting smell that spread throughout the room was coming from them.

"This Edward guy character seemed far more complex than his information suggested. There was no mention of him being a psychopath, yet his room painted a completely different picture. And those spies – the ones who could discern a person's live actions – don't have this kind of important information which anyone could get just by seeing his room..."

"Things were getting more complicated than I expected. What were those statues, anyway? Is that a latch?" Dumbfounded by the rapid turn of events, Myne asked himself as he came behind both statues. He saw latches on both backs and realized they could be opened from the rear.

"This can't be what I think it is," He muttered, his expression utterly disgusted as he backed away from the statues.

"I'm going to regret this for the rest of my life," Myne said in a choked voice. But for humanity – and his bottomless pit of curiosity – he used his skill and opened the bronze statues. Well, technically, he was trying to save the people inside, of course, he is a good guy.

As the latches clicked open, a horrific stench, potent enough to send someone fleeing for miles, erupted from the gap. It was followed by a wave of scorching steam. With a bang, both statues flung open, and two bodies tumbled to the ground. Even Myne, who had spent months dealing with zombies like undead and other unpleasant things, felt a wave of nausea.

The flesh of both bodies was severely burned, charred black. Their skin was blistered, cracked, and peeling from the extreme heat. Hair had been completely incinerated in places, leaving them with areas of extreme baldness, a fact they were obviously in no condition to care about now.

The bodies were frozen in the contorted positions of the statues, their faces etched with expressions of utter horror. It was not a sight anyone would want to experience.

Limbs were twisted at unnatural angles, most likely due to the heat's effect on their muscles and tendons, or perhaps from their desperate struggle to escape. Their eye sockets were empty with only darkness inside as if they had been gouged out before being stuffed into the statues, a chilling tactic to maintain the element of surprise.

There were no signs of their clothes on their bodies; only charred remnants clung to their bodies.

The smell of burnt flesh and hair, already overwhelming, escalated to a whole new level, inducing intense nausea and revulsion in anyone who dared to breathe.

"F*ck, this is disgusting," Myne said as he opened a big portal under both burnt corpses and the copper statues, throwing them randomly somewhere in a desolate place. Then he opened the window and let fresh air enter the room.

"Now it feels better..."

Creek!

Myne was caught mid-sentence as the door creaked open. A familiar face of a certain someone peeked through the doorway and came into view. However, because of the window frame, the other party hadn't seen him yet. Unaware of anyone inside, the newcomer casually strolled in and began examining the room with keen interest.

"What are you doing here?" Myne demanded with a frown, approaching Drakthor whose eyes were now fixated on the horrific tableau – a woman tied to a table, a long iron pipe inserted into her anal hole, a creepy old man pouring a vile liquid into her, causing her to scream crazily, while a young man with head covered with a helmet thrusting his dick into her vagina.

"Hell!... Oh, it's you! I thought it was the crazy owner of this place." Drakthor, who had cried out in shock and seemed about to run away after seeing it was Myne, breathed a sigh of relief and offered a friendly smile.

"That doesn't answer my question. What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be out, you know, consuming souls?" Myne's suspicion remained, his voice laced with vigilance.

"Come on, now," Drakthor scoffed. "You're looking down on my professionalism. If killing a few dozen harmless humans sleeping peacefully in their beds took me a lot of time. How am I supposed to evolve if that's the case? Don't you know how many souls it takes to evolve even once? You should be asking why I took so long to get here.

Honestly, I wasn't actively seeking you out. I was just wandering the castle, looking for any escaping souls, and I stumbled upon this room. It piqued my interest, so I came in. However, I certainly didn't expect such a gruesome surprise..."

"What kind of twisted bastard created this room? And does he really use all those… tools?" Drakthor, who was not behaving like a typical demon, continued his voice barely a whisper, gulping down his saliva as he tried to maintain a facade of calmness. No wonder an old hag and an old man were able to f*ck him up for months, and at most, all he could do was make noise in the latter's heads.

"How do you know it's his work, not hers? And if you want proof of whether those tools work, why not see for yourself?" Myne said with a playful smile. He waved his hand, and a portal shimmered into existence between them. This didn't surprise Drakthor, who reacted as if it were common for anyone to open a portal, and he simply watched as two black objects fell through the portal.

As the stench of burnt flesh hit him, Drakthor's eyes widened in shock.

"The seventh level of hell! Are those burnt human bodies? They look like they were roasted slowly! Damn it, this stench is going to drive me crazy!" Drakthor cursed, waving his hand dismissively. With an unseen force, the bodies flew out the window and were flung away at random.

"You humans are crazy," Drakthor complained, waving his hand before his nose in a futile attempt to banish the smell. "No matter which world I travel to, it seems your species never fails to surprise me with your barbarity toward each other. In half the cases, the person who summons me wants nothing more than to inflict the most horrific death imaginable on someone they are close to."

"I can't understand why such hatred festers within your kind. Even we demons wouldn't treat each other with such cruelty. Compared to you, our reputation is unfairly tarnished. You humans are more suited for hell!"

"I was hoping to find an answer to this question myself. If you encounter any intelligent beings, please ask them for me as well. By the way, you didn't seem surprised when I opened a portal so casually. Why is that?" Myne interjected, more curious about this than the humans' self-destructive tendencies.

"Huh? Isn't that a basic spell?" Drakthor replied in confusion. "In the past three worlds I've visited, all wizards can cast space-related spells, although not as convenient or visually appealing as you, and their effects might be unstable, but they can still use them in everyday life. Why do you ask? Can't wizards in your world do the same?

Aren't space props very common in your world as well?" He didn't understand why Myne was asking such a stupid question. Read the latest on My Virtual Library Empire

However, before Myne could reply, a small voice piped up from behind them, and a small hand touched Drakthor's shoulder.

"H...e...l...p..."

"AHHHHH!!!"

"F*CK!"

Both Myne and Drakthor screamed and bolted away at lightning speed. After putting some distance between themselves and the source of the sound, they turned around to see who was behind them, and saw a young girl, without clothes, with an extremely pained expression as if she would collapse any moment.

She stood where they had been a moment ago, looking at them with pleading eyes, whispering, "Help, help." nonstop.

Myne recognized her as the girl he had found sleeping on the bed, the one he'd covered with a blanket. He hadn't expected her to wake up so soon. Based on her state, he'd assumed she was unconscious.

"Did you just scream like a little girl in a 50+ year-old man's body?"

After seeing that it wasn't the ghost of a poor soul who had died, Myne breathed a sigh of relief. He turned to Drakthor, who had also calmed down and was walking towards him and couldn't help but ask with a playful smirk.

"Cough, cough. What are you talking about? You must have heard wrong. How could I, the great demon from hell, be scared? I was merely surprised by her sudden appearance and touch. It's a normal reaction," Drakthor said calmly, his face devoid of any shame.

His skill in lying was also very high.

"You know, it's because of demons like you that people now take them so lightly that any random guy can summon them to do their uselss work. Compared to the demons in stories, where people would wet their pants just hearing their name, you, however, are a mockery of that reputation."

"Tsk, scared by a little girl. What a coward. You truly deserve to be bullied by that old man. No wonder you fear that your wife will cheat on you while you're away. With your personality, even if you stand behind her, I don't think you can stop a really tough guy from having fun with her.

Believe me, it's only a matter of time before you turn single again," Myne didn't hesitate at all and bluntly scolded Drakthor. After all, his wife was also a demon, and he really couldn't stand an idiot ruining her race's reputation right before him.