"Gonna cry?" Julius mocked, watching Miasma bubble up with anger.

Her pointy ears turned red at the tips. She looked like she might burst from the rage building inside her.

But Julius could not care less. What was she going to do? Torture him? He snorted inside his mind.

If someone like him could be broken through torture, then the world would stop moving. Or not?

His thoughts jumped for a moment as he remembered the world setting. It was not a round world like Earth.

Instead, it had four stationary continents at the bottom and three above them, all held in a strange, steady motion that was hard to describe.

The world did not rotate around a sun or star. The star moved around the world. Anyway, even if the world started rotating, she could not do anything to him!

Miasma was nearly foaming at the mouth from anger. She clasped her hands together.

A group of blue birds flew toward her hands and formed a sharp sword right there.

"You damn son of a bitch!" she snarled. Her face twisted so fiercely that all the charm left it completely.

"Bleah! How disgusting!" Julius made a face full of mocking irritation.

Every word he spoke was meant to make her even angrier. Right now, he could not do anything.

His core was empty of any compressed mana. It had stopped rotating and pulling in mana after all the exhaustion.

He could not even move his limbs properly. He knew this was the end.

She would probably kill him and torture him until he gave her the coordinates for Rosalina inside the infinite space.

So there was no need to act scared. It was better to do whatever he could to get under her skin.

"You bitch!" Miasma growled as she stepped right in front of him.

Her face looked like that of an annoyed woman who was gaining weight and drowning in debt all at once.

Julius stared straight into her eyes. Her angry face reminded him of someone. He spat directly at her face.

Then he raised his middle finger. "I wasn’t serious about you sucking my dick, you slutty bitch!"

Bam!

Miasma had enough. She lifted her leg and kicked him hard in the gut.

The sharp heel stabbed deep into his stomach and sent waves of pain through him.

The pain felt chilling and fiery at the same time. All the nerves in his body carried the hurt straight to his brain.

The feeling was brutal. His face lost all its color right away. Veins stood out on his skin, and his face turned a stark, pale blue.

"D-do your worst..." he started to say. But Miasma dug her heel even deeper.

In response, Julius’s right leg lifted into the air. She grabbed it tightly with her left hand.

"You have dug your own grave!!!" she spoke through gritted teeth and brought down her sword.

Thwak! With one smooth motion, Julius’s leg came off and hung in her hand.

She smiled in a wicked way and threw the leg aside. Thud. It landed on the ground, and a small pool of blood started to gather around it.

Julius’s face showed the pain he was holding back, but he did not make a single groan.

It was nothing compared to the pain he had put himself through before.

He had once dug out his own eyes, peeled his skin, pulled his nails, and done much more.

So this was nothing. Still, he could not deny that it stung like a bitch. He clenched his lips tight, refusing to give her any satisfaction.

"Speak! What are the coordinates of her location?!" she snarled.

She reached out, grabbed his face hard, and dug her fingers around his eyes.

"Hehehe..." Julius let out a creepy laugh filled with amusement.

Even through the sharp pain, even with the serious danger around him, and even though he knew exactly what she would do next, he could not stop himself from laughing at her.

Earlier, this snarky woman had stood there enjoying herself, laughing at him and his weakness.

But now the situation had turned completely around.

Though he would not call it fully reversed, he thought to himself. Still, it feels great. He mused in quiet amusement.

"What makes you think I will tell you where my Rose is?" he asked, his voice low but steady.

Miasma started digging her nails deeper around his eyebrows.

Warm blood trickled down over his eyes and along his brows. A nasty grin spread across her face.

"You are nothing but trash!! You think I only know how to torture?" She spat on the ground. Her eyes shone with a cold, sharp light that was hard to describe.

Julius noticed the strong confidence in her and grinned wider.

"You are thinking about the memory search, aren’t you?" He said in a mocking tone. The moment the words left his mouth, her nasty grin froze in place.

"My clan has been around for thousands of years. You think they did not make counters against something so obvious?"

The Hayes clan had existed for over fifteen hundred years, and memory search spells had been around for as long as anyone could remember.

It was a clear weakness for any powerful group, so they had created a special technique. When a Hayes clan member went through their awakening, they were injected with a soulworm inside their body.

That soulworm would erase the memories of their soul the moment it was pulled out.

With that backup plan clear in his mind, Julius could not help but snort.

"Hamh! How naive of you! If you weren’t such a powerful spell caster, an idiot like you wouldn’t even qualify as a prostitute!"

Miasma’s face grew even fiercer with rage. She dug her fingers deeper and deeper into his skin.

If she pulled any harder now, his left eye would pop straight out of its socket.

"You son of a bitch!!!" she roared. Her anger kept flaring higher and higher, burning like wild fire inside her chest.

She did not know how to release it. She had been so close, so very close, but this motherfucker had ruined everything.

Now she tortured him to ease her fury, yet the satisfaction she deserved still stayed out of reach.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She let out an ear-piercing scream that shook the whole room.

The sound tore from her throat like a wounded animal, raw and full of hate. Her body trembled as she tried to force the boiling anger out.

"Huff... huff... huff... huff!" She panted loudly, chest rising and falling fast.

Sweat rolled down her forehead and mixed with the blood on her hands.

Her wild eyes locked onto Julius as she finally forced her mind to calm, but the rage still simmered just beneath the surface.

"Don’t think I will kill you!" she spat the words like thick venom.

"I will make sure you pay for every single second. You will regret every choice you ever made. If simple torture does not work, I will humiliate you in the worst ways possible. I won’t give you a swift death!"

Her face twisted with dark plans.

She looked like she had a hundred evil ideas ready for him, each one crueler than the last.

She let out a low, evil chuckle, trying hard to intimidate him. "I will humiliate you with... lustful women..." 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

"You will be nothing but a male pros...."

Suddenly, a loud tearing sound ripped through the air from behind her.

It was sharp and violent, like someone grabbing a thick sheet of paper with both hands and ripping it straight down the middle. The sound echoed coldly in the room.

Right after it, a heavy wave of bloodlust crashed toward her. The killing intent was so strong and dark that it made her skin crawl and her spine freeze.

Every hair on her body stood up. The air itself felt thick and dangerous.

A deep, powerful voice cut through the tension like a blade.

"What are you going to do with my son?"

The words carried cold fury and overwhelming pressure, filling the entire space and making the walls themselves seem to tremble.