Building My SSS-Rank Universal Empire: From Trash to Cosmic Overlord Chapter 139: Wolf

Vale’s new prison was better than the one he had in the Athrimir Clan in that it had better lighting. There was a small window at the top where sunlight ca in.

It was worse because he shared the room with three dead bodies.

Two had died on the small beds in the room, thin and dry from hunger, with chunks of flesh missing from their bodies. Vale didn’t know if they had eaten themselves before death or if it was the work of rodents.

The third one was hugging the tal door of the prison and had died that way.

The sight made Vale lean as far away from them as the small prison would allow. ’And why are they not rotted? Must be an enchantnt worked into the prison. The sa way it’s suppressing my powers’

As soon as they arrived wherever this place was, Frexon handed him over to the guards with instructions to keep him inside the prison, and he was dragged away.

The whole prison room was enchanted, so he didn’t even have the chance to try anything. Besides, his core was already dried up, and now, with the enchantnts in place, he had no way of replenishing it.

’This is even worse than back then because I’ve already tasted power... To suddenly have it taken away... This is sothing cruel. How can I escape here without my powers? Wait... They’re keeping alive here without killing ... That must an sothing, right?’

Many thoughts flashed through his mind as he continued trying to think of a way to escape the situation he was in. But the other prisoners kept shouting, screaming their lungs out, constantly distracting him.

Vale guessed they must be relatively new prisoners. He wanted to shout at them to stop, to save their energy for sothing else, but instead, he shook his head. ’They’ll learn. But seriously, what’s with prisons and starving people?’

Suddenly, he heard the loud clanging sound of a tal door opening and shutting, followed by two sets of footsteps echoing in the room. The prison imdiately fell silent, and the prisoners shoved themselves away from the bars.

"Seriously, I hate coming in here. I don’t like it when my power gets suppressed like this," a familiar voice said—Frexon.

A rough voice, like the grinding edge of a stone, responded, "Then you can beco like , a prison warden worked into the prison enchantnt."

Frexon’s voice dripped with disgust. "I’d rather stop being a proud mber of the Mystic Order."

The voices and footsteps drew closer to Vale, who sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, as if ditating. Shadows lood over him, and he heard Frexon say, "He’s the one."

Vale opened his eyes and looked up. As expected, Frexon was standing there, but beside him was another man. A short, crude man with a face that seed to have been smashed in and rejoined at so point. His teeth were disjointed, giving him a permanent sneer.

But his eyes... They were alight with cruelty and malice.

The way he seed so happy to see Vale made him shudder.

"This one? I like the light in his pretty green eyes. I can’t wait to see them go cold and dull as he begs for rcy that I won’t give," the man said, his black-stained tongue flickering out to lick his lips.

Even Frexon shivered, taking a step away from the man. His reddish eyes found Vale. "Welco to the forefront. You are welco to the Scuffed Bones."

He leaned closer to the bars. "I have only one question to ask you before I throw you to the wolf, if you don’t answer, that is."

"I never really liked that na," the man called Wolf said.

Frexon smiled tightly. "A question from the Flagbearer. Vale of no Flag, who are you working for? What is backing you?"

Vale sighed, resisting a groan. ’Shit. It’s this type of question where they’ve already made up their mind but are now looking for a na to slap on their imagination... They’ll never believe that I’m not working for anyone... And is that a torturer?’

"I’m not working for anyone," Vale said flatly.

Wolf chuckled. "Good, good. Resist all you want! It will only make this artist create more art. Do you like the three pieces of art in that room with you? The perfect blend of starvation, their bones beneath their flesh!"

Frexon shook his head. "You’re sick, Wolf. Just tell , Vale, or I’ll just let him do what he wants."

Vale shook his head. "I’m not working for anyone. How about this, let talk to him."

Frexon blinked. "Him?"

"The Flagbearer."

Frexon stared silently at him for a while, then turned away, waving dismissively. "Do what you want, Wolf. Just get the answer for and don’t take long about it. The Flagbearer wants it now."

The silence that followed was broken only by Frexon’s footsteps and the clanging of the door.

Wolf smiled at Vale. "I like strong, stubborn people like you. With such strong will. It’s always fun to watch them struggle under my blades. So fun to see the hopelessness creep into their eyes. No one is coming to save you.

"Your only salvation is to hope my blade slips and cuts your throat. But that won’t happen—it never does. I am the best torturer on Eros; none can ever claim to be better than . And do you know why? Why? I always get my answers!"

Vale was so stunned he opened his mouth and just stared. Never in his life had he ever heard soone brag about sothing like this before.

But then again, he couldn’t claim to have t many torturers.

Wolf cleared his throat, then spread his cloak to reveal the different torture instrunts set in place. He took a small knife, cut his palm, and watched as blood dripped down. "Do you know why I love this room?"

As they both watched, the blood on his palm stopped, and his flesh began to heal.

Wolf giggled. "I’m the only one who can use magic! The only one who can heal."

Vale felt a chill run down his spine, and despite himself, his heart began to race.

Wolf stopped smiling and frowned. "I’m missing sothing... Ah! A chair!"