Chapter 792 - Questions
In Torras’ mind, the flashing memories gradually approached their end until everything froze at one certain time point.
He was sitting in a dark cave. His skinny, emaciated body had collapsed on the ground. His body slowly bloated and decayed until there were only his bones left…
“I’m Torras. I’m… dead?” Torras realized something and widened his eyes.
Strangely, more memories came back to him.
The regret and ruefulness of dying a sorrowful death made him mad. Year after year, he roamed around the dark island while hunting after everyone that somehow ended up there.
Each time he was done with clearing out the island, he would return to his grave and wait for more intruders.
Until he met with this particular man who was a lot more powerful than him.“I think he killed me… Wait, then what am I now?” Torras looked around in confusion. “That gun… He had a strange gun that ended my accursed form. Or did he?”
“Can you hear me?”
He was finding it harder and harder to believe the stories in Dancing on Devil’s Tides, which were all about a ferocious and wicked warlord instead of this seemingly refined man who knew about fashion and style.
“The room is yours now. Do whatever you like with it,” said Angor.
Torras nodded and put on a more serious look. “Mister Wizard, you spent valuable resources on me and took me out of that prison. You want something from me, right?”
“There are two things. One, as I said just now, I need to ask a few questions. And secondly… you’re my test subject now. Of course I need to take you along.”
While talking about “test subject”, Angor was rather surprised to see that Torras didn’t show any particular reactions.
“You’re not afraid?”
“You just told me that those bullets were costly, mister. I don’t think you’ll change me back into an undead again. I’m dead anyway. It’s not like anything can be worse than that. Well, as long as you don’t throw me back to that island.” Torras shrugged.
“You’ve accepted your fate then?”
“I don’t have a choice, do I?”
“Not exactly. You still remember what you did at the island, right? You even killed an apprentice from the White Clam Association. That man was an apprentice just like me.”
Torras frowned and failed to remember the details. He knew he had been murdering people, but he couldn’t keep their names and looks in his mind in his maddened state.
“Did I? Perhaps I did it when I could teleport around. And that apprentice must be really weak. But no, I can’t do that again.”
“Wait. You can’t teleport now? Isn’t that like a natural ability you can use freely?”