Devouring Dragon Heir-Chapter 27: Ch iceworld? more like torture chamber

Karl woke up with his eyes groggy and his shoulder and back were throbbing with intense pain. His mind was hazy, a cold sensation creeping up his bones.

He slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes, trying to make sense of his surroundings. Before the full realization of his current horrifying situation had settled into him.

He looked up only to find that he was inside a small, transparent prison made entirely of ice, its walls shimmering faintly.

His flesh was battered, his body aching, and he was having a hard time believing what had happened.

"That man..." he muttered, a hint of genuine fear in his eyes. He looked around at the thousands of D-rank ice golems, their glowing green eyes fixed on him, surrounding the perimeter of his icy cage.

Yes, he was trapped inside the very dungeon that had recently disappeared mysteriously from the face of the earth.

As to who told him that it was the same dungeon, well, it would be very obvious if you were in the same position as him.

The sheer number of golems, their familiar, dull grunts, and the biting cold that permeated the air, despite the ice prison, were unmistakable.

Even though he was an A-ranker, a formidable warrior in his own right, he was now utterly helpless.

His skill and mana were strangely suppressed completely somehow.

He was like a mere mortal, stripped of all his power, vulnerable and exposed.

The ice prison seemed like it was meant to protect him from the endless horde, felt more like a display case for the golem army surrounding him.

------ a few hours ago------

Karl had just landed on the ground with a jarring thud, his surprise attack missing its target.

He immediately tried to escape, to put distance between himself and this incredibly fast opponent.

His instincts screamed at him to run, to retreat and re-evaluate.

But before he could even fully move, a feeling of profound despair crept up his mind.

It was an overwhelming pressure, a sense of crushing insignificance that made him feel as if he could faint at any moment.

Something akin to the primal fear one would feel in the presence of a true apex predator. This was Klaus’s Haunt skill, activated the moment the cultist had landed in front of him.

Klaus had just dodged a decisive, lethal strike from the assassin.

He had activated Phantasmal Veil to mask his presence completely, becoming truly absent from Karl’s senses.

With that in line, he moved silently, swiftly, behind the disoriented assassin

He then saw the assassin, Karl, trying to escape the room,

his instincts flaring for retreat given his failed ambush.

But Klaus would never let him do so.

He moved with brutal efficiency.

Klaus attacked with a powerful physical punch, supplemented with Frost Action, the ice mana imbuing his fist with a chilling, numbing force designed to stun the assassin.

The blow connected with Karl’s side, sending a jolt of pain and cold through him, momentarily freezing his muscles.

Before Karl could recover, Klaus grabbed him and, with a surge of will, pulled him inside his Subspace.

Once inside the Ice world, Klaus immediately willed for the realm to suppress the strength of the assassin and make him faint.

Since his Ice Affinity had reached 0.1%, he could perform basic ice manipulation on his own.

He focused his will, pushing his nascent ice powers to create an ice prison. He failed the first time, the ice breaking before it could fully form.

He tried a second time, the walls cracking on the slightest impact.

But he got the hang of it on the third attempt, a shimmering, solid cage of ice forming around the unconscious Karl.

Klaus then moved the unconscious body inside the newly formed ice prison.

He then began to summon countless ice golems, directing them to gather around the perimeter of the prison.

He did so not just to intimidate his prisoner, but also because he thought he should have a docile army of underlings.

He should start accumulating the number of ice golems inside this realm, building his own personal force.

He would, for now, treat this Subspace as a prison for this cultist until he could get him to spill the beans about the secrets he carried.

This included vital information about the Demon’s Apostle Clan, their objectives, and their methods.

He needed to know what they were after, and why they were after him.

After doing all this, Klaus exited his Ice world and returned to his room in the inn.

The room was exactly as he had left it, the sound concealment array still active.

He began preparing for his work this week packing essentials ordering potions and emergency stuff new clothes and gear,

his mind now focused on his elemental training and rank-up goals.

He had spotted seven dungeons across the city.

Four of these housed fire monsters, two housed earth elementals, one housed shadow creatures, and one housed ice elemental monsters.

This diverse selection was only based for the capital city, he had to work hard this week.

He decided to start with the ice elemental gate to further increase his ice affinity, which was already unlocked.

He had already noticed the sound concealment array installed in his room by Karl, but he let it be.

It had more advantages than disadvantages, it provided him with a private, soundproof space for his own activities.

Klaus then went inside the Ice world again, teleporting directly to the ice prison, intending to wake up the cultist.

However, he was surprised to see Karl already awake, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and confusion, staring at the surrounding golems.

Klaus walked up to the ice prison and, with a thought, opened its gate. He then went inside and brought out a comfortable-looking chair from his inventory, placing it directly across from Karl.

He sat down, shuffling his fingers, adopting a relaxed position as if everything was perfectly under his control, which, in this realm, it truly was.

"Well, well, another cultist,"

Klaus said, his voice calm, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

"Here for revenge?"

The cultist, Karl, didn’t reply.

He just looked at Klaus with a blank expression, his eyes darting from Klaus to the surrounding golems, then back to Klaus, trying to comprehend his impossible situation.

Klaus’s relaxed demeanor shifted slightly, a hint of irritation creeping in.

"Well, I guess you don’t know the position you are in. You don’t have a choice but to speak."

Klaus said with a smile that was not so kind, a predatory glint in his eyes.

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze unwavering.

But the cultist just remained silent, his jaw clenched, defiance simmering in his eyes despite his fear.

He was trained to resist interrogation and torture.

"Ugh! I guessed it right," Klaus sighed, leaning back in his chair.

"You see, it’s my first time interrogating someone, and I’m not so good at that. But thanks to your feedback, my friend, I am improving rapidly."

Klaus’s words were light, almost conversational, but the underlying threat was chilling.

"Huh??" Karl thought inside his head, confusion warring with his fear.

"Has he gone mad? What is he talking about?"

But soon, a strange, terrifying sensation crept up in his mind.

He felt something very, very wrong was about to happen.

A sense of impending doom, far worse than just being captured.

Since Karl’s mana and skills had been blocked by the Ice world’s authority, he was no better than an unawakened human, utterly powerless.

Although his physical resilience remained, it was useless against a force that could simply negate his abilities.

Karl felt the ice prison disappearing suddenly, dissolving into thin air. The space around him had been enlarged,

the walls of his confinement vanishing, as he looked around frantically, his eyes wide with terror.

The thousands of ice golems, previously held at bay by the prison, now seemed closer, their glowing eyes burning with an unsettling hunger.

He looked back only to find Klaus.

But Klaus was no longer sitting on a chair.

He was now sitting casually on the massive shoulder of an Ice Golem Boss, a creature that appeared much bigger and more dangerous than the normal ice golems, its form radiating a chilling aura.

Klaus looked at him, a sinister smile etched on his face, a smile that promised unimaginable suffering.

He slowly raised a hand, gesturing towards the vast horde of golems.

"I hope you enjoy the treat," Klaus said, his voice calm, almost conversational.

But as Klaus spoke, his intent was directed towards the ice golems, not Karl.

The Ice Realm had an ultimate authority, it could make the prisoner respawn indefinitely.

Klaus would use this to his advantage.

This was not just about getting information it was about making him regret those two seconds of his defiance.

After the commands were given, Klaus disappeared from the realm, vanishing as swiftly as he had appeared, leaving Karl utterly alone with an order of brutal, unending torture for the ice golems.

The golems, previously docile, now stirred, their movements becoming more purposeful, their glowing eyes fixed on their new plaything.

For the Ice Realm and the Ice Golems, Klaus was their god.

They would do his bidding any time, any place, and anywhere.

Their loyalty was absolute.

Perhaps Karl was truly unlucky.

After rising from trash to a high-ranking hunter in a devil sect, after leading a life full of struggles and brutal survival, he had come across Klaus.

A being who, at this moment, wielded a power far beyond anything Karl could comprehend,

a power that could shake the universe.

[host is becoming more and more ruthless] the system said in a robotic tone

"Aren’t Dragons ruthless ?" Klaus asked with a smile that was quite opposite to the demeanor he had shown in the ice realm.

[they are one of the most prideful beings]

system replied to which Klaus chuckled for a bit.

Klaus knew he was not that good with manipulation and words.

He would like to do something about it in the future, to become more skilled in interrogation and psychological warfare and to have a way with words.

But till then, he could use the most primal way of doing things: violence.

After all, the cultist had come with the intention to kill, to end Klaus’s life without hesitation.

So Klaus, even if he tried, could not show any doubt about his own actions. free𝑤ebnovel.com

He would get his answers, one way or another or else he would not stop.

"My time is more precious than these mere cultists" klaus told himself.

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