[On the first day, Hidan cursed you vehemently, spat all kinds of threats, and insulted you.]
[You remained unperturbed. You took out a statue of Jashin and began sewing a dress for it and applying makeup.]
[This move was remarkably effective. Hidan was first shocked, then furious, cursing, but you remained completely unmoved. You attached a dog's tail to the Jashin statue.]
[Hidan began to beg for mercy. He even frantically banged the back of his head against the wall as a substitute for kowtowing, saying all sorts of pleasant things to plead with you to stop.]
[You smiled faintly, adjusted your glasses, placed the statue to the side, and began applying your tools to him.]
'Good grief... this is truly ruthless!'
From this segment of the simulation, Takumi could basically conclude it.
He had now fully grown into a cold, high-intelligence interrogation expert!
You have to understand, for someone like Hidan, ordinary interrogation simply couldn't harm him.
But this move of his was absolutely brutal!
Using Hidan's own faith to torture him!
[Although he possessed an immortal body, the rest of Hidan's body was normal… he felt pain as anyone would, so he soon passed out.]
[On the second day, you asked Tsunade to suture Hidan's body. Tsunade vomited shortly after entering the basement...]
[The third day, the fourth day... You spent two weeks learning suturing techniques and basic Medical Ninjutsu.]
[You began to be self-sufficient.]
[To maximize his pain, you modified all your tools to be related to students. For example, engraving them with Jashin's pattern, shaping them into Jashin's form. You even directly used the Jashin statue to torture Hidan.]
[A month passed, and the sound of Hidan's curses gradually weakened.]
[Three months passed, and Hidan no longer cursed.]
[Six months passed. Hidan, like Kakuzu, had black threads stitched all over his body. He just sat there drooling every day...]
[After seven months, Hidan didn't even drool anymore, having practically become a living corpse.]
'Good grief, is Hidan broken?'
Reading this, Takumi couldn't help but draw a sharp breath, feeling his scalp go numb!
'So ruthless!'
'This Hidan could be said to be one of the hardest people to kill. Even in the original work, he could still live after his head was cut off.'
'In the end, even Shikamaru couldn't kill him and had to bury him.'
'But even such a tough nut like Hidan was subdued by him!'
Just thinking about that miserable state, Takumi couldn't help but mourn for him for three seconds in his heart.
[You experienced the original work's events, but you didn't interfere because your tunnel was dug deep enough. So when Pain destroyed Konoha, you even escaped unscathed.]
[Three years later, you brought Hidan out from the tunnel. Rather than calling this guy Hidan, it was more like calling him Hidan's body. You lit a fire, burned him to ashes, chopped the bones into fine pieces, and then flushed them down the toilet.]
[You returned to your post and worked diligently.]
[With Hidan's help over these years, your skills had reached the peak of the peak. Within Konoha's Interrogation Division, you were practically a star.]
[Whether it was Ibiki or the newcomers who came later, they all submitted to you utterly. You were their king.]
[You could even make stubborn criminals mentally collapse with just a gesture, a look, or a single sentence.]
[40 years later, you retired.]
[You lived alone, just sitting in a rocking chair sunbathing every day, living leisurely on your pension.]
[Although you had stepped back from the front lines, you still simulated in your mind every day how you should torture people. After all, this was the only thing you cared about in your entire life.]
[50 years later, your life reached its end.]
[On the day of your impending death…]
[You got up early, washed your body, inside and out, top to bottom, cleaning it spotlessly. You changed into a brand new formal suit, as if attending an important banquet, full of a sense of ceremony.]
[You first reported to your post, taking a look at the place where you had worked for decades.]
[Every brick bore the marks of your past.]
[Then, you went to the basement.]
[You took out the materials you had compiled over the years.]
[That's right. At the final moment of your life, you wanted to study once more, to see if there were any new techniques you hadn't thought of.]
[From dawn to dusk.]
[You lit an oil lamp. Under the lamplight, you put on your glasses.]
[You read through your notes, word by word.]
[From time to time, you wrote and scribbled, making some annotations and correcting mistakes.]
[A life review began playing in your mind.]
[From an innocent youth to the number one interrogation genius in the entire Shinobi World... this lonely, yet extraordinary life...]
[As time passed, your consciousness gradually faded...]
[As you breathed your last breath, the pen in your hand also gradually stopped.]
[Your life ended here.]
[Simulation ended.]
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"…"
After simulating this life, Takumi sat in his chair, his heart unable to calm down for a long time...
To be honest, his life, though very perverted, was lived with great value!
As a sadist, he didn't choose to commit crimes. Instead, he cleverly used his wisdom and cunning to hide his preferences, transforming them into a legitimate job!
Moreover, he achieved great things!
Because of his existence, the interrogation techniques of the entire Shinobi World were elevated by dozens of levels!
The greater his power, the more criminals from whom he extracted information, meaning fewer potential crises.
It might even prevent some crimes at their source.
For example, upon hearing that Konoha had an extremely terrifying interrogation officer, those who originally intended to commit crimes would have to think twice...
'He died by his own hand in the end?'
To be honest, Takumi wasn't surprised by this ending at all.
This is a true artist, born for art, died for art!
Being tormented to death by his own execution methods sublimated his entire life!
'System, begin the evaluation!'
'I'm very confident about this life.'
Takumi silently watched the system.
Regardless of the result, he was very satisfied with this simulation.
[Ding! Simulation ended!]
[Calculating results...]
[Please wait...]
[Ding! This simulation's rating is: SS!]
'So that's how it is!'
Seeing the text before him, Takumi felt shocked, but also found it reasonable!
After all, this simulation was perfect from start to finish, and the method of ending his own life at the end sublimated his entire life!
Probably aware of Takumi's thoughts, the system didn't give specific prompts this time but directly popped up the rewards.
[As your simulation rating has reached SS, you have been upgraded to LV2!]
[You have unlocked a new function: Memory Fixation. After each simulation, your memories will be automatically retained, and you will possess the ability to share them with others, with no limit on the number of people.]
[You can choose three rewards!]
[1. All the execution methods and torture techniques you accumulated in this life.]
[2. The aura of death you honed through a lifetime of executions.]
[3. The physical fitness and Chakra amount you accumulated in this life.]
"'What do you say?'
'Of course, choose all three!'
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