Chương 233: Reborn as the Dragon — Chapter 233 - No, You Don't Want To

Rolls-Royce had a mission. His mission was to interrogate the prisoners. For him, that kind of work was a blessing. He had thanked Su Nian in his heart more than once. What could be more wonderful than chatting with a bunch of little snacks? Su Nian had ultimately used the building upgrade scroll on the Dark Dungeon. Now the Black Prison of Pain stacked the [Pain] buff at a much faster rate.

Creatures thrown into the Black Prison would suffer ongoing mental torment, and every half day they would gain one layer of Pain. Each layer increased pain perception by 10%, up to a maximum of ten stacks. The players had no idea their prized pain immunity was about to become basically useless. Medraco thought so too. The Black Dragon wanted him to help make guns, but he would never submit. At worst, he'd just die. He only had 10% pain perception anyway. Even if his fingers were cut off, he wouldn't even blink.

"Little snack, I'm here to talk to you again." The imposing Brass Dragon crawled over to the cage. He motioned for the Kobold guard beside him to open it, then lowered his head slightly and squeezed inside.

"Despicable monsters, give it up. I'm not telling you anything. Warriors of Beautiful Country die standing, not live on their knees!" Rolls-Royce had never heard of any Beautiful Country, but that didn't stop his interrogation. At the side of the Black Prison's gate, the obsidian stone already displayed the Continent Common Tongue numeral "four," meaning the prison's mental influence had reached four layers.

As a core subordinate of the Black Dragon, just like Bolikri and those other monster leaders, Rolls-Royce knew the special functions of every building in the dungeon. He knew very well that a 40% increase in pain perception was enough to make the human inside spill everything he knew.

"I am a kind Brass Dragon." Rolls-Royce stood in front of Medraco and said this.

"So, even when I'm interrogating my enemies, I give them enough autonomy."

"Next we'll play a counting game. You have to count from one to one thousand. Of course, you can also choose not to play. The price is..." CRACK! Rolls-Royce extended his sharp dragon claw and directly severed one of Medraco's toes.

"Ugh, aah..." A surge of intense pain slammed into Medraco's brain like a fist. In the middle of that searing agony, he went completely blank. Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

"How... how can it hurt that much... I only have 10% pain perception..."

"Damn it! What did you monsters do to me!"

"Heh heh heh..." Rolls-Royce was extremely happy. This was the first time someone had said two more sentences after hearing just one line from him. It looked like this prisoner was a very good conversation partner.

"I don't know what you mean by 10% pain perception, but since you've been locked up here, your pain perception has already been raised by forty percent. It's nine o'clock at night now. Three hours from now, it'll rise to fifty percent."

"What... what?" Medraco stared in shock, eyes wide. It could work like that? Then what was left of the players' advantage besides resurrection? Rolls-Royce would not give Medraco any time to spiral into doubt about life.

"You should keep counting, little snack~" CRACK! Another toe was ripped off. Medraco's face changed drastically. He let out a pig-slaughtering scream.

"Start counting! Now!"

"One..." He had no choice. His face was deathly pale, his lips trembling, but in the end Medraco still gave in and forced out a "one."

"Too quiet. Not enough! Louder. Count again!" CRACK! Blood began spreading across the black obsidian floor of the dungeon.

"One... one!" Medraco clenched his back teeth, endured the pain, and practically shouted it out.

"Who are you shouting at? Watch your status, human. Standing before you is the great dragon Rolls-Royce, first attendant of the Dark Sovereign!" CRACK!

"Ughhh! Kill me! If you've got the guts, kill me! What's the point of torturing me? I did what you said!" Facing Medraco's shrill, desperate roar, Rolls-Royce remained expressionless. He reached out a claw, and with another crack, ripped off one of Medraco's fingers. In the neighboring cell, the Healing Hero went cold all over and shrank farther into the dark corner. He knew this style of torture. He knew it very well. And he had only broken Freyja's finger...

The one next door was even more vicious, cutting them off at the root. Just how painful would that be? Half an hour later. A wooden bucket beside the cell was already filled with dozens of fingers and toes. Medraco looked utterly broken. Drool hung from the corner of his mouth. He lay back, staring at the dungeon ceiling. His pupils were scattered, the light in his eyes completely gone. His fingers and toes had all been ripped off by Rolls-Royce, but it still wasn't over.

"Tsk. What a headache. Why do you humans only have 21 digits?" Rolls-Royce muttered as he cast healing magic on Medraco. Very quickly, the severed fingers and toes grew back.

"Now answer my question, little snack~""What is 1000 minus 7?"

"... 993... 993?" Medraco mumbled without thinking.

"Very good. Congratulations, you got it right! Your reward is to keep having your fingers pulled off~" CRACK! Medraco's throat was already hoarse. Even speaking was difficult now. He opened his mouth wide and stared, but all that came out was a rough, strained wheeze.

"I'm willing to help you make weapons. I'll tell you anything. Please, let me go... Please stop torturing me..."

"No, you still don't want to." Rolls-Royce shook his head.

"You still haven't answered a lot of questions. You don't really want to help us make weapons. You just want to muddle through and get past this. You're a selfish person. In your heart, there's only yourself."

"..." Medraco was on the verge of tears. He was already going insane. The dragon in front of him did not make sense at all.

"The night is still long. Let's keep talking..."

"Tell me about your background. What did you used to do? What happened to you? How many people are under your command? Why are you all not afraid of pain, and not afraid of death..."

"Of course, you can also choose not to answer my questions. If you don't, I'll stuff this little darling into your ear~" As he spoke, Rolls-Royce somehow picked up a wriggling centipede from somewhere. The centipede was pitch black all over, its claws flailing wildly. Its sharp jaws opened and closed with a creak-creak sound. At a glance, it was clearly not to be messed with.

"A small hint for you." Rolls-Royce grinned viciously.

"If this Scarlet Blood Centipede bites into that fragile ear canal of yours, the pain will be transmitted to the nerves at the fastest speed possible..."

"The degree of pain should be about five times that of having your fingers and toes ripped off~" ➤ Next: Pioneering Players (1)