Cheat Awakening

"Cough, cough, bastard, what is your problem? Why are you glued behind my ass like a leech and continue giving me trouble?

Can't you leave me alone?" Drakthor, after getting out from the wall, in which he made a shallow body-shaped hole, yelled at Myne while holding his collar, ready to beat him to death, which was clear from his eyes, which now turned completely red as if about to shoot a laser ray from them.

"Sorry, it was accidental," Myne apologized quickly while waving his hands. "I didn't expect you were leaning against the door. But why the f*ck were you even leaning against the door, knowing I'd come out of the cell? Do you think I like to smell vomit too much or what?" Myne's initial anger subsided as he realized Drakthor had a point.

It was not Drakthor problem that he used his new skill and peeked at his old naked body, which wasn't even his.

"Bastard, I was standing there because I didn't even get a chance to move away," Drakthor retorted. "Why did you get out so quickly anyway? Couldn't you stay there a few more minutes?"

Boom!

Suddenly, a loud boom echoed through the dark passage, so powerful that they could feel the ground beneath their feet shaking slightly.

"Huh? What was that sound?" Drakthor asked confusedly.

"It sounded like a extremely heavy metal object falling on a hard stone floor," Myne replied with a frown.

Just as Myne and Drakthor were bickering, the loud noise echoed through the dark passage. However, after they turned around and looked, not only did they not find where the sound came from, but even their target suddenly disappeared, leaving only both of them dumbfounded.

"Do you think he locked us here after realizing he was f*cked up?" Drakthor asked, confusion evident in his voice. He released Myne's collar and started walking towards the left side of the passage, where the sound had originated.

"Otherwise? Do you really think he's blind and can't see the problem with you? Bro, you not only don't behave like an old man at all but also have pure white eyes without any pupils, which is uncommon beyond words. What else can you expect from him after you remove your gaze from him?

I'm more surprised he could pretend to be calm for so long and chat with you as if everything was normal, he is a natural actor," Myne replied, rolling his eyes and following Drakthor.

However, only after walking for a minute and passing ten cells facing each other, very similar to theirs but without any windows on the metal doors, they stop because before them there was a very thick metal door tightly blocking their path.

"How thick do you think this door is?" Myne asked casually, touching the door and knocking on it.

"It's definitely several feet thick and heavy as a mountain," Drakthor said, leaning against the side wall with his arms crossed. "With the soul energy, I have currently there is no way I can do anything to it, so you better think of a good solution before he runs away."

"I don't think he's going to run away," Myne said confidently. "He's probably making preparations for our doom. He has blind confidence in his so-called magical skills which is saving him until now. It's too much to ask him to escape.

It would be a miracle if he didn't greet us with wide open arms, sitting on his throne or something, surrounded by naked beauties getting tortured on his weird machines, and a dozen or so guards pointing their spears at us."

"So stop daydreaming and be ready for battle. Next, my promise of an extra 10 souls will be fulfilled as you can eat the souls of the guards who try to stop us. That should be enough for you, so you better start praying there will be enough guards.

After all, we're not in the castle, so technically those guys aren't part of the contract," Myne said, searching for a suitable skill in his status window. His words lit up Drakthor's eyes in delight.

"Wait, but didn't you say you would collect those souls for me? Why do I have to work here? Can't I just watch the fun from the side?" Drakthor asked with a disdainful look on his face. But his expression changed instantly when he saw a simple golden light shine on the several-foot-thick metal door.

The next moment, the door turned to ashes and vanished without leaving any trace, as if it was never there.

"So what were you saying?" Myne turned his head and asked with a smile that didn't look like a smile.

"I said you can rest assured, I will kill everyone except the main villain, I won't let go of such a good chance to eat more souls, hehehe... Don't you think today's night is very beautiful? It is perfect for dating. It would be best if you considered going out with your wife; she would be very happy," Drakthor said, laughing awkwardly and bypassing Myne, not daring to look at him.
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But when he stood where the metal door had been before, he couldn't help but open his mouth in disbelief because, despite his century of knowledge, he couldn't understand what kind of spell Myne had used to turn that door to ashes.

"It is indeed very beautiful... but who told you that I'm not on a date with my wife right now?" Myne said, giving Drakthor a knowing wink, which meant he obviously didn't understand and walked away. As for whom he was talking about, of course, it was his clones who were busy entertaining his women while he was working his ass off.

Thankfully, he had the Stamina Recovery Skill; otherwise, he would have died from exhaustion.

"By the way, how did you do that? What kind of spell was that? I've never seen anything like that," Drakthor finally couldn't hold back his curiosity, asking while following behind Myne with a humble expression, again entering into younger brother mode, who is trying to cheat his elder brother for candies.

"Do you really want to know?" Myne asked playfully instead of answering.

"Yes, absolutely, I wanted to know."

"Hehehe, but I won't tell you," Myne said, showing his tongue, and ran away, leaving Drakthor speechless.

However, if Drakthor knew that Myne had done that to cover his true emotions, he would not feel jealous of him, in order to show off, Myne had burned an entire day's worth of his mana in Inventory, that too after the update he got from eating mana fruits, which increase his natural mana storage and recovering 10 times.

"So much f*cking mana wasted just to open a metal door, what a big loss. I hope this guy Edward can bring me some benefits; otherwise, I will not be able to sleep peacefully tonight," Myne thought as he walked through the narrow passage and finally opened it to a big hall.

The hall was big, very big, similar in size to the room above his head, but with extremely dark themes. The lighting was very dim, and the environment was gloomy and painful, you could even say that it was a cheap version of hell.

All the torture machines and tools that could be found outside were also here, but of course, unlike the machines and tools used for decoration outside, every one of them was occupied by females.

All kinds, races, and ages of females, from little girls of 10 years to middle-aged women of 35, could be seen crying and begging for mercy while suffering inhumane torture. But because all their mouths were stitched, none of them could scream, which is why Myne and Drakthor didn't hear anything.

All of those girls fixed on torture machines or tools were placed on the right side, while on the left were men, a lot of men, who were crazily f*cking more women while softly chanting some kind of strange incantation.

But it seemed no one was really serious, and most of them were having the time of their lives, enjoying f*cking the women in front of them, harassing them in every strange way like hitting, pulling hair, pulling out tongues, roughly thrusting their dicks into their anal holes, or thrusting the entire hand into their vaginas.

But for some strange reason, although those women could feel pain, crying and struggling nonstop, none of them let out a single sound from their mouths, despite all being seen moving their mouths.

At the end of the hall was a big platform. In the middle was a weird, two-meter-tall red stone statue of a strange humanoid monster with two heads, four arms, a long tail, wings, horns, an ugly face, a bald head, pointy ears, and most importantly, a snake-like thing between its legs which didn't look like a dick from any angle.

In front of the statue was a stone table on which Edward sat cross-legged, staring at Myne and Drakthor with a playful but proud smile as showing off his masterpiece. Behind the statue stood 50 bull-men like the one who was with him before, fully armed from head to toe, their red eyes shining strangely with a red light under their helmets, visible from far away just by looking at them.