NovelEnglishI had experienced death several times in my life. As consequence free as death was in this world, it was never a pleasant experience. You took trauma every time. Even if I protected my soul entirely, I wouldn’t wish to feel death. Alysia was in a situation where she was being forced to experience her death at my hands over and over again. I couldn’t even understand just how that would help her become a weapon. Was it to remove all fear of death? It felt more like torture.
“I-I’m ready… cut them down again.”
“What if… what if they get back up?”
“Then, kill them again! We’ll keep killing them until they stay down!”
“Okay, but I have a slave ability that might be able to help with the pain.”
“Slave Masters can even dull the pain?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Yeah… something like that. I guess it more effective to make a slave work themselves to death if they don’t feel anything or something like that,” I said casually, glad that the slave bond only worked one direction.
“I see, then, let’s try that.”
“Will do!”
I came at the clones once again. I wanted to get through this quickly, so I activated that skill and several others. As I cut them down, my face likely turned white, but I managed to keep myself from making a peep. I let out a breath as they collapsed to the ground.
“I… didn’t feel anything!” Alysia cried out. “It was fine.”
“G-good.” I nodded. “Good.”
“Wow, your abilities are really awesome. We can kill these girls as many times as we need to!”
“Well, let’s hope that was it.”
It turned out to be too much to hope for. The two clones got back up again only a few moments later. I groaned and lifted Alysia back up. I attacked again, and a few minutes later, I killed them both off at once. As they collapsed, this time, I had prepared myself. As soon as they hit the ground, I struck them with fire, burning them to bits. My hand clenched tightly on the hilt and my body shook, changing from white to red.
“Master, are you okay?”
“J-just anxious.”
It felt like it lasted forever, but finally, the doppelganger turned to ash. They didn’t get back up again. I let out a breath, my hand finally relaxing on the hilt.
“I didn’t feel anything again, and it looks like they aren’t getting back up.”
“Yup,” I said. “It looks like our guide won’t appear this time. Let’s move on.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmI rushed her out of the room and into the safe room. Once we were there, I put her down.
“I’m going to put you down for a moment.”
“I-is there a problem?”
“Y-you’re heavy.”
“H-heavy! Saying that to a girl…”
“Sorry…”
I let go of her anyway. As soon as my hand left her hilt, I collapsed to the floor and let out a scream. With my sweaty hands on the floor, I took in big gulps of water. I switched to white mage and cast heal several times, but it didn’t do anything. This wasn’t something I could fix, because this wasn’t a pain that occurred to me.
I didn’t have a slave pain tolerance skill or anything like it. What I did have was Pain Transfer. I’m sure its use was to transfer pain to slaves, so that the slaver didn’t have to feel anything. The Slave Master job could be ruthless that way. However, I used it in reverse, taking on the pain that Alysia should have felt. I felt myself burning her alive.
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