Chapter 109: The “Helpful” Crazy Loli
Prodo sat lazily in the main hall, one leg crossed, reading a decaying ancient book.
Behind him, from another room in the tomb, came the miserable screams of his disciples.
Prodo paid them no mind, as if the screaming Fidia and Shor were complete strangers.
“Ah! No! Stop! Little Junior Sister! I’m your Senior Sister, I even gave you tasty things to eat!”
Fidia, even when facing Abyss previously, hadn’t screamed like this. Her voice held a despair, as if she had absolutely no way to change her current predicament.
“Don’t! Don’t! Little Junior Sister! Deal with your Senior Sister first! She used to secretly curse you behind your back when she was outside, calling you a little lunatic!”
Shor’s voice, high-pitched with fear, also came from that room.
“Senior Brother, Senior Sister, why aren’t you happy? Carol wants to make you happy, don’t you like it?”
A sweet little girl’s voice spoke at this moment.
The voice was pleasant, seemingly belonging to a girl only a few years old. But her tone held something different from ordinary little girls: her sentences were filled with irregular tremors and rapidly dropping endings, not something a mentally stable person could produce.
Hearing this voice, Prodo couldn’t help but smile slightly.
However, it wasn’t the loving smile of an elder hearing a child’s voice, but rather the greedy smile of a dishonest merchant seeing goods he was about to sell off at a high price.
Fidia and Shor’s screams continued; they seemed to be enduring immense pain.
Prodo didn’t care at all about these two foolish disciples who had lost both the lady and the soldiers (suffered a double loss). He directly asked loudly:
“Carol, how is your playtime with Senior Brother and Senior Sister going?”
“Carol… is very happy!” the little girl replied, unable to hide her excitement.
“Then the things you promised Master, you must do them properly too,” Prodo immediately said. “Do you remember what you promised Master?”
“Fight Abyss Belator, then come back, and tell Master everything I know!”
Carol replied immediately, her tone filled with pride at being able to clearly remember Master’s instructions.
“That’s right, Carol is the most obedient. This time you must remember, Abyss Belator is a boy with gray hair and green eyes, sounds lazy when he talks, and is a mage who uses necromancy just like us. Don’t get it wrong,” Prodo said to Carol. “Your Senior Sister failed the mission and made Master very angry.”
“Why did Senior Sister make Master angry?” Carol’s confused voice came out.
…
“Ahhhhhhh!” Fidia screamed loudly.
At this moment, she was tightly bound by some powerful force onto a coffin within the tomb. Her hair was disheveled, drenched in sweat, devoid of her previous elegance. Her originally well-worn mage robe was now cut open, revealing large patches of delicate but pale skin.
She hadn’t not tried to escape her current situation, however, not only were her limbs firmly locked, but even the magic power around her was controlled, preventing her from using any spells.
Beside the coffin she lay on, Shor was pinned to the ground. Shor seemed to have fainted already, and his crotch was soaked – clearly, just as Master Prodo had said before, he had wet himself out of fear.
A tiny hand was currently tracing across her abdomen. Looking closer, one would find a small piece of white bone armor on the tip of this little hand.
As the small hand swept horizontally across Fidia’s lower abdomen, her skin was instantly sliced open. Blood gushed out after a brief delay.
“Ah! Ah!” Fidia screamed desperately. She wanted to writhe, but was powerless. Intense pain shot from her belly, making her lose all reason and scream hysterically.
“Letting Senior Sister’s blood, giving Senior Sister a new liver… giggle giggle…”
A delicately beautiful little elf girl was happily singing about what she was doing in a discordant nursery rhyme occasionally trembling all over and emitting morbid laughter.
In contrast, her gaze was remarkably clear, completely unlike someone inflicting torture.
This little girl was exceptionally beautiful, undoubtedly a budding beauty. Once grown, who knew what kind of peerless stunner she would become.
However, her current actions were completely at odds with the word “beauty.” She was reaching into Fidia’s abdomen, and amidst Fidia’s screams, was digging out her liver alive.
Although Fidia’s liver was constantly being destroyed by the little girl’s digging, her screams remained surprisingly strong.
It turned out that the moment her liver was removed, a new one would grow to replace the original part.
The newly grown liver was noticeably pinker and healthier than the one removed – Necromancers couldn’t avoid toxic potions, which more or less damaged the liver.
Carol was digging out Fidia’s old liver to allow the new part to grow.
While this was beneficial in a way, Carol wasn’t using any anesthesia whatsoever. Fidia was experiencing one hundred percent of the pain.
How many people could endure the agony of having their internal organs ripped out alive?
“Senior Sister, Senior Sister is getting healthy…”
Carol smiled sweetly, her shoulders twitching uncontrollably, adding to the extreme eeriness.
“Please, Carol! Stop!”
Fidia shrieked loudly, her voice so hoarse it almost broke,
“Senior Sister can’t take it anymore!”
“Why? Doesn’t Senior Sister like this? It’s very comfortable, isn’t it? Carol originally wanted to replace Senior Sister’s intestines with new ones too…”
Carol’s expression suddenly looked somewhat disappointed.
“Senior Sister… hates Carol now?”
Fidia forced a smile: “Hahaha… How could Senior Sister hate Little Junior Sister? Senior Sister is just… just afraid Little Junior Sister will get tired…”
“It’s okay! Senior Sister doesn’t need to worry! Carol isn’t tired at all!”
Hearing this, Carol smiled sweetly again.
“No! No! Ahhhhhhh!”
Outside the room, Prodo glanced in this direction, a trace of unwillingness flashing in his eyes again.
Why, when he and his junior brother Glad were geniuses of the same caliber, could Glad so perfectly transfer the power of the Sage’s Blood to an infant, making him intelligent and healthy…
While he, Prodo, could only create a mentally unstable failure, liable to lose control at any moment?
He must, must borrow the power of the Outer God! He must let Carol complete her ascension!
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