Tengoku e no Hangyaku - Rebellion against Heaven (english version)

Chapter 35: The Great Escape

The darkness of the secret attic was dense, suffocating. The walls were stained with dried blood, the shackles rusted and bathed in the metallic stench of countless tortures. In the middle of that personal prison, Daichi lay chained, his body still trembling from Ryuusei's latest "game."

But this time it was different. This time, pain did not dominate him. This time, hatred kept him lucid.

"Think, dammit. Think."

He knew that Ryusei underestimated him, that he wallowed in his suffering without imagining that he still had cards to play.

Daichi closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He felt the chains squeezing his wrists, the rings holding his ankles. His broken bones were still healing, his wounds closing reluctantly.

"If I scold... what prevents me simply... cut off my limbs?"

The thought turned his stomach, but he had no choice. He clenched his jaw, ignoring the instinctive panic that told him not to.

With a growl, he gathered all his energy. His flesh tensed, his muscles vibrated. Regeneration accelerated.

And then, with a fierce cry, he arched forward and jerked off his own arms.

"AAAAAAHHHHH!"

The flesh was torn. The bones broke with a dry, terrifying sound. Blood splattered the walls.

Daichi could barely see, his eyes misty with tears of agony. But he couldn't stop.

Panting, he kicked with all his strength against the chains on his legs. He felt the skin break, the bones creak.

One.

Two.

Three.

On the fourth attempt, his left leg detached from his body.

He fell to the ground, convulsing.

But his regeneration acted immediately.

The meat closed. New arms sprouted from the stumps. His legs were reformed. Within seconds, it was complete again.

Sore. Weak. But free.

"Run, damn. Run!"

With adrenaline dominating his body, he staggered out of the attic, down the stairs, and made his way to the hidden exit. He had memorized every detail of that damn mansion. He knew where the traps were, where the escape routes were.

The servants didn't even see it coming.

By the time the security systems went off, Daichi was already far away.

Facing Death

The air was torn with an unearthly snap as Daichi appeared on his knees on the throne of Death.

His body was still shaking. His hands were clinging to nothingness, trying to steady themselves.

"My lady!" He groaned, pounding his fists on the ground. That monster, Ryususei... he... He did indescribable things to me! We must stop it!

Death watched him with utter indifference.

"And what did you expect?"

Daichi blinked, confused.

"W-what?"

"Did you think the Bastard Heralds wouldn't have the ability to defeat the High Heralds?" Death rested his elbow on the armrest and rested his chin on his hand. In the end, Ryuusei and Aiko did the unthinkable.

Daichi's face distorted in despair.

"My lady, I swear I will kill them!" Let me prove myself!

Death yawned, as if the drama were nothing more than a passing entertainment.

"Do what you want, Daichi. But remember this...

His eyes flashed with a dark and ominous light.

"Death waits for no one.

Daichi felt a chill run down his spine.

He hadn't asked for help. He had not won Death's sympathy.

He had only gotten his contempt.