The Chamber of Screams - THE IMMORTAL: NOBODY

I was truly terrified. A room from which, it was said, no one who entered had ever left. A room never silent from the screams of despair.

Sure enough. The moment the room door opened, an intensely pungent smell filled my nose. Pieces of human bodies were scattered about. Some were fresh, some were swarmed by insects.

I wanted to vomit. Run? Forget it. From what I knew, running would only get me truly killed. My only hope was that a miracle might save me.

"KEKEKEK... They say your body has great adaptability, but it's a shame you're defective because you can't use qi. Interesting," said the snake-eyed demon in a soft tone that sent chills to the marrow of my bones.

With a fully enthusiastic expression, the man pulled out a blood-caked box. But its contents were so clean, as if cared for every day. Knives, saws, scissors, and many more sharp objects gleamed under the dim torchlight.

"We will test your worth. Whether you are still useful even without qi," the man said, directing a small knife towards my stomach.

With a slow movement, he made an incision from my chest down to my navel. The knife was so sharp that all I felt was a tickling sensation before the knife truly split my stomach open.

I wanted to struggle. But the chains on my hands gripped me too tightly. Blood dripped, soaking the floor.

"That's enough for today. We'll see tomorrow if you can still survive. KEKEKEKEK," the man said, wiping his knife and placing it gently back into the box.

"AAAARRRGGGHHHH... AAAARRGGHHHH!" The pain that came late made everything even more sadistic. What was more terrifying was that my skin seemed to reconnect and regenerate itself right before my eyes, accompanied by unceasing pain.

My body trembled. I kept screaming day and night until my throat was dry. Even my tears refused to fall anymore.

Kriiieeeekkk...

The sound of the door opening on rusty hinges added to the terror of that place.

"Oho! You are indeed interesting, boy. But not impressive enough yet," said the Snake-Eyed Demon the next morning.

His hand held a knife. Gently, he sliced the vein in my wrist, then inserted a clear liquid through the cut on my hand. Then he gripped my cheeks and forced me to gulp down the poison until it was gone.

"KEKEKEK... Let's see later whether you will become a sharp sword or a broken sword," the man said, leaving me grimacing and rolling around, feeling unimaginable pain.

My neck burned. As if my organs were melting. But then they reformed as if nothing had happened. Only to melt again. That's how I spent day after day, with endless pain.

I didn't know how much time had passed. The pain that then healed made this suffering repeat without end.

Hunger. It wasn't just painful for my stomach. The reality that my body's abnormal regeneration and adaptation made this hunger even more torturous, it was as if every inch of my body was chewing on itself.

I truly couldn't take it anymore. Maybe this is my limit, I said in my heart before losing consciousness.

Now my consciousness was in an empty void. There was nothing except a figure of a man with a dignified stature standing before me, as if he wanted to say something but I couldn't hear or understand him.

BRUK!

The door to the room collapsed after being broken down from the outside.

"Surrender, Snake-Eyed Demon! Die obediently!" shouted the silver-haired man, the squad leader.

"W-what are you... How could this be..." answered the Snake-Eyed Demon.

"It seems your foolish brain doesn't understand the situation you're facing. Then die and follow your gang," the man said, drawing his sword.

"I won't allow it! Abyss Viper Barrage!" A ki that formed a giant serpent rushed towards the hero.

The hero was calm. With a precise, smooth movement, he swung his sword. "Moonlight Slash!"

The sword looked elegant, as if making time slow down, slashing with a finesse that could even cut through dimensions.

"I... I..." The Snake-Eyed Demon didn't get to finish his words because his body was already split in two.

"Save that child," the silver-haired man said to his squad members, who numbered five people.

One of the red-haired men stepped forward, drawing his sword to cut the chains on my wrists.

I, still trapped outside my consciousness, didn't know what was happening. With a precise slash, he cut the chains.

Shockingly...

I,the child he saved, ran amok and attacked him wildly. He didn't have time to respond. He thought his chest might be pierced by my attack, while my consciousness was still in the void with a man trying to give me guidance.

The sight was so terrifying. I had become like a fearsome wild beast.

With red eyes, movements impossible for a human, and insane speed.

Repeatedly, the red-haired man slashed my body, but the wounds healed instantly.

"M-monster," the man said, before an unexpected movement from my unconscious body grabbed his chest.

"Maybe I will die," said the red-haired man.

In that all-too-sudden event, no one had time to respond. Then something surprising happened, making them breathe a sigh of relief.

My unconscious body, it turned out, only took the rice ball stored in the red-haired man's clothes, then devoured it voraciously, accompanied by falling tears and eye color returning to normal.

Bruk!

My body completely I was genuinely terrified. A room from which, it was said, no one who entered had ever left. A room is never silent from the screams of despair.

Sure enough. The moment the room door opened, an intensely pungent smell filled my nose. Pieces of human bodies were scattered about. Some were fresh, some were swarmed by insects.

I wanted to vomit. Run? Forget it. From what I knew, running would only get me truly killed. My only hope was that a miracle might save me.

With an entirely enthusiastic expression, the man pulled out a blood-caked box. But its contents were so clean, as if they had been cared for every day. Knives, saws, scissors, and many more sharp objects gleamed under the dim torchlight.

"We will test your worth. Whether you are still useful even without qi," the man said, directing a small knife towards my stomach.

With a slow movement, he made an incision from my chest down to my navel. The knife was so sharp that all I felt was a tickling sensation before the knife truly split my stomach open.

I wanted to struggle. But the chains on my hands gripped me too tightly. Blood dripped, soaking the floor.

"That's enough for today. We'll see tomorrow if you can still survive. KEKEKEKEK," the man said, wiping his knife and placing it gently back into the box.

My body trembled. I kept screaming day and night until my throat was dry. Even my tears refused to fall anymore.

Kriiieeeekkk...

The sound of the door opening on rusty hinges added to the terror of that place.

"Oho! You are indeed interesting, boy. But not impressive enough yet," said the Snake-Eyed Demon the next morning.

"KEKEKEK... Let's see later whether you will become a sharp sword or a broken sword," the man said, leaving me grimacing and rolling around, feeling unimaginable pain.

My neck burned. As if my organs were melting. But then they reformed as if nothing had happened. Only to melt again. That's how I spent day after day, with endless pain.

I didn't know how much time had passed. The pain that then healed made this suffering repeat without end.

Hunger. It wasn't just painful for my stomach. The reality that my body's abnormal regeneration and adaptation made this hunger even more torturous was that it was as if every inch of my body was chewing on itself.

I honestly couldn't take it anymore. Maybe this is my limit, I said in my heart before losing consciousness.

My consciousness was now in a state of complete emptiness. There was nothing except a figure of a man with a dignified stature standing before me, as if he wanted to say something, but I couldn't hear or understand him.