Vile Evil Hides Under The Veil - Chapter 1835: Demonic Torture P2

Even in Anfang, where killing one’s opponents was a common practice within the Rankers’ society, Eren had set himself apart from the rest with a peculiar way he practiced the undisputed law of “might maketh right.”

The yanking off of organs from opponents’ bodies while they were alive, chopping off limbs and necks from joints while avoiding the bone hindrance, like that of a veteran butcher with a keen perception of animal anatomy, the brutal execution of weapon attacks even after the critical hit had been made, and the finesse with which he carried out those actions made Eren be seen as a monster in others’ eyes.

This was the reason Eren Elijah Idril was the only one titled the Osan Woods’ Butcher, even though brutality and the way of killing were prevalent around him.

It was the way he killed and treated his opponents that made him come across as a vile man even to those who were considered brutal characters having seen their fair share of violence.

Every Ranker had tainted their hands in someone’s blood in Anfang but nobody killed as grimly as Eren. They didn’t have to. They didn’t need to. They weren’t subjected to the same form of treatment as Eren was in his previous timeline. His Individuality, when exposed to the masses, earned him the title of Grimdawn for the same reason as well.

Even though Eren acted sophisticated in Anfang and Labh Salem in his second lifeline, he had come to embrace his persona from the first timeline. He would let this persona take over whenever he thought it was necessary.

Eren’s refined personality was the result of the success he had achieved in Anfang and his need to appear as a normal man in Labh Salem.

And his personality as the Osan Woods’s Butcher was the result of the pain and torture he had endured in his first timeline while working under the Paladin of Pain.

Even though there was a polar difference between these two personalities, Eren found it within him to channel both of them efficiently.

Eren also had other personalities within him. He would act like someone who was head over heels whenever he was in the presence of Sara Stark.

He would act like a caring man whenever he was in the presence of Nina.

He would act like a pragmatic employer and owner in front of Miss Manager Agatha.

One could say that he had many shades to his being, and all of them were an integral part of his individuality.

It was just that he would let his “Osan Woods’ Butcher” persona take the front wheel from time to time, which would inadvertently make those around him afraid of him, just like what Shaai was feeling at the moment.

The S-Ranked newlywed finally understood why she felt a sense of danger coming from Eren even though he acted refined and kindly to her.

Fortunately or unfortunately, the rest of the spies hadn’t been given the same treatment that Zameer was going through at this point. He was the only A-Ranked body cultivator after all. If Eren were to put other Practitioners through the same form of torture, they would all die, rendering his efforts to get valuable information out of them useless.

As confident as he was in his undead summoning, Eren couldn’t do anything to the Soul Spell cast on their core memories. Otherwise, Eren would have directly killed some of the prisoners before bringing them back to life using his Profession as a Necromancer-type Summoner.

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When she took a few steps back from Zameer’s prison cell, Shaai made the mistake of spreading her Spirit Sense around him. And as such, she inadvertently got to know the situation of the rest of the spies present in other prison cells near Zameer.

Shaai sensed that some of the spies had been infected with a severe case of Gluttony Mana, forcing them to eat each other and even their own flesh in an uncontrollable hunger.

It seemed that they had been only partially transformed into the Creature of Gluttony, which made them retain a semblance of their consciousness intact as they carried on with their instinctual activities.

Some of the spies had been infected with Wrath Mana. Their movements were controlled by the shackles around their limbs. However, they tried their hardest to attack the fellow spies trapped inside their cells with all their might, their eyes red and seething in anger even though they did not understand the source of their anger.

On the other hand, the ones who were supposed to act as the victims of the attackers were all infected with Sloth Mana, which made them unable to put up a fight even though they wanted to. The frustration of both types of prisoners was palpable.

Then there were others in different prison cells who had been infected with various other forms of Sin Series Mana. All of them looked pitiful and suffered from various forms of physical and mental trauma.

At this point, the Soul Spell cast on the spies’ memories to protect the organizations behind them had become a curse for the spies. Before Eren’s arrival, this memory-sealing method had acted as a way to ensure they didn’t die in the Darkmoon Fellowship’s prison cells.

However, after Eren entered the prison, they were ready to bet all their accumulated fortune on the prospect of finally embracing death and experiencing eternal peace.

‘What… What kind of evil am I married to? Even some of the most heinous demonic Practitioners with insane bounties on them aren’t this vicious.’

Shaai thought to herself as she retreated further back from all the prison cells. A chill ran down her spine when she realized someone had stopped her retreat with a seemingly warm embrace.

“Hmm? My dear wife, what are you doing here?”

Jolly appeared behind Shaai and wrapped his arms around her in affection, his voice dripping in gentle care. He rubbed his cheek onto Shaai’s while his arms locked around her hips. His “sleeping member” showed some activity as it was pressed against and nestled between her asscheeks.

“You… What have you done to these spies?” Shaai asked with a shaky voice, finding Eren’s affectionate embrace uncomfortable after seeing what kind of torture methods he had unleashed on the spies.

Even though she was a grand elder witch of a supposedly well-established demonic coven, she had to say that there was nobody more demonic than her husband in her eyes at this point.