The Sin Fire burned Eliphas, revealing many things to him.
Things he never wanted to rember, no matter what.
anwhile, the Sain Dungeon received a substantial amount of spiritual power from him.
"Wonderful."
For the dungeon, the emotions of adventurers also have different qualities; the higher the quality, the more spiritual power can be emitted.
Gong Qiying summarized the differences in spiritual power emitted by different emotions based on his observations.
The highest quality emotion is fear, or rather, dread, fright, panic... it belongs to negative emotions.
The second-highest emotion is happiness, which is a positive emotion.
Following these are anger, greed, jealousy, sadness, and other negative emotions, while other positive emotions rank behind all the negative ones.
It is noteworthy that, despite fear and happiness being close in ranking, the value of the forr is almost three tis that of the latter.
In other words, fear is the most valuable emotion, but Gong Qiying was puzzled why happiness is ranked so high.
Initially, he thought fear and happiness could not coexist, so he only sought fear; this was the early operation strategy of the Sain Dungeon.
Later, through experints on so enthusiastic volunteers, Gong Qiying discovered that these two are actually complentary!
Who said you couldn’t be afraid when you were happy?
Whether you’re first scared then happy or first happy then scared, it can produce far more spiritual power than a single emotion!
Thus, the operating strategy of the Sain Dungeon turned into hitting the adventurers with a stick and then giving them a sweet date, bitter first then sweet or sweet first then bitter, striving for maximum efficiency in extracting spiritual power.
Thanks to the passionate and selfless volunteers involved in the experints, here is their list: Steeran, Luluwo, Leon...
Sotis, Sain would also be lenient, giving adventurers pure happiness through rewards to deepen their bonds with the dungeon.
With pure happiness, pure fear might also occur, as indulgence can make adventurers forget the fear controlled by Sain.
If Gong Qiying were even less human, he could first feed all adventurers the Happiness Egg, letting them feel extre happiness before unleashing Darkrai to give them the most terrifying nightmares.
But he feels that if he does that, the adventurers will sooner or later beco ntally ill.
And now, what Eliphas experiences is pure fear.
"This is..."
Looking at the dim and bloody interrogation room, he couldn’t help but freeze for a mont; looking down, he had turned into a child, with the mangled corpses of his parents tied to the torture rack.
This is a mory from his childhood.
"Hey, you’re next," the obese interrogator licked his lips, stuck out his tongue, revealing a lewd smile.
Eliphas couldn’t help but step back.
He never had any noble background; people assud his parents living in the Royal City were once just ordinary farrs.
In fact, those two farrs were randomly grabbed from the roadside, ntally manipulated to beco his parents; after all, to enter the Royal City circle, a normal lineage is essential.
His biological parents were actually from the Warrior Country, fled from the Demon Clan attack only to end up as slaves in the Kingdom, later bought by a quirky little noble, and ended up in this interrogation room.
Looking at this interrogation room, Eliphas’s eyes bore not only disgust but also chasing mories.
The sleazy interrogator approached him with a laugh, but he wasn’t flustered as in his mory, he avoided this interrogation.
Back then, a very twisted noble suddenly broke in and adopted him, not sure why but certainly planning sothing even more vile.
The noble raised Eliphas as a real son, using Hypnosis Magic to erase his mories of his parents, then together with the interrogator, taught him all the abuse techniques.
Eliphas rembers that initially he was unwilling, but the feeling of abusing was more addictive than Blood Healing Potion; he soon surpassed the tutor, even awakening his Unique Talent amidst torture, allowing him to regain his mory and control the entire family of the little noble.
But his providence was short-lived; the little noble offended soone he shouldn’t while hunting outside, and a mysterious organization broke in at night, killing everyone except Eliphas. As for why he was spared...
"Lucky indeed, having a Unique Talent, unexpected to accomplish the task here."
"We have a pile of weapons waiting, one isn’t enough."
These n seed to be capturing people with Unique Talents, why, for charging weapons?
Eliphas couldn’t know more details as at that ti he couldn’t fully utilize his talent, only barely escaped from those n, realizing the importance of having a solid faction, and a yearning for his own country surfaced, wandering until he ford the Light Eagle Group.
Though he constantly investigated those mysterious people’s origins afterward, he has found nothing so far.
Back to the present, watching the interrogator approaching closer, Eliphas couldn’t help but glance toward the door.
He rembered before the interrogator touched him, the little noble would enter.
There’s nothing to fear anymore, it’s just a piece of my mory.
"Co, let serve you well."
The interrogator’s body emitted a stench, his fat hands reached for Eliphas.
Eliphas remained unfazed, his expression calm.
Even thinking about reprimanding the opponent later.
This calm deanor lasted until he was hung on the cross like a little chick.
"Huh?"
Wait, wait, wait, is sothing off? Why isn’t this following the sequence in my mory!
Perhaps due to his body shrinking and his mind regressing, he found it difficult to control his emotions. When he saw the interrogator peeling off his clothes one by one, a sense of terror overwheld him, even surpassing the urge to vomit.
Is he going to be tortured here?
He could endure ordinary torture, but this interrogator...
That kind of thing is absolutely unacceptable!
When the interrogator’s large hand reached for Eliphas, he showed a look of horror, and his thoughts unexpectedly echoed loudly in this space.
"Don’t grab it!"
"Hehe, even when it’s small, it’s cute," he said.
The interrogator shook the pliers in his hand. Behind him were surgical blades, pointed needles, hamrs, durians... all kinds of secret tools ready to bring unexpected surprises.
Eliphas used to enjoy watching the interrogator torture others, but now that it’s his turn, he’d rather die than experience that!
It’s no wonder that he would have such illusions after being scorched by the Sin Fire; this must be what he resists most deeply inside.
"Hehehe,"
The interrogator flexed his nimble fingers—a pair of hands so perfect they were born for the sole purpose of torture.
He stuck out a long, greasy tongue and licked his lips, cackling:
"Hehe, I’m gonna have a hot dog~"
"No!"
Not only the interrogator, but the shadows of those he had tortured or caused to die appeared here, writhing their bodies, all fixated on him with a singular goal:
To have a hot dog.
Transford into a little boy, Eliphas wanted to scream for help, but suddenly he couldn’t think of a single person he could trust. He could only shout out the na of the strongest person in the Light Eagle Group.
"Gus, save !"
anwhile.
"Eliphas?"
Elsa, reviving at the bonfire of the Yilushier kitchen, lifted her head abruptly, gazing towards the distant Great Cathedral. For a mont, she felt as if Eliphas was calling her.
After watching for a mont, she lowered her head again.
"It must have been an illusion."
Her tone could only be described in three words—utterly indifferent.
Ever since she realized Eliphas had backstabbed her, a mix of grievance and anger surged within her. Regardless of his reasons, she was furious!
Through her interactions with the Skyrim Strategy Group, her emotions underwent a process of completion. She was no longer the dazed individual of the past; her thoughts and feelings had beco indistinguishable from those of a normal person, except for a slight sluggishness due to her forr habits.
All thanks to the interpersonal relations master Luluwo and the sunny boy Tami’s teaching.
Once she "normalized," everything about Eliphas seed off to her, behaviors she once considered reasonable now appeared strange.
Stranger still, everyone in the Light Eagle Group saw no problem with Eliphas and insisted she was the one with issues.
With no like-minded individuals to converse with, Elsa returned to her previous silent deanor within the group.
She couldn’t express how much lighter her steps felt as she went to seek out the Skyrim Strategy Group each day.
Her heart had already started to distance itself from the Light Eagle Group, which treated her like a packhorse; she stayed only due to Eliphas’s past assistance.
But now, his actions thoroughly turned her into a couch potato, too lazy to even turn over.
A fleeting thought of leaving the Light Eagle Group crossed her mind.
Even she was startled by this thought.
anwhile, Gong Qiying was also "startled."
"What’s going on with this Eliphas?"
Looking at the continuous influx of spiritual power and then at Eliphas struggling under the Sin Fire, he feared he might break him.
"Just what did this guy see to beco like this?"
Gong Qiying’s gaze softened with pity. Poor child, his life must have been filled with hardship.
With a humanitarian spirit, he intended to have the Shalivan Phantom finish off Eliphas, but the rcenaries suddenly charged over again.
No choice then—better to take out the rcenaries first and then free Eliphas.
"You truly have a good group of companions."
Gong Qiying said sincerely.
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