I'm the King Of Technology

Chapter 980 - New Base Located

~Bam, Bam, Bam, Pah~

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

The sounds of Isomi’s gruesome screams exhaled across the large, dimly lit room.

~Crack

The constant sounds of his body breaking were all he could hear amidst his agony.

His whole body was throbbing with pain as he felt his body being ripped to shreds.

Dammit!

Didn’t they say that they would give him a chance for survival?

Even though he was prepared to face death, no one liked torture.

A quick and fast death was always the best.

Why let him experience such pain?

Even during his training as an assassin, he had been trained to take on all sorts of pain.

But nothing can compare to having one’s limbs and body parts severed without even giving him time to breathe.

Isomi forcefully opened his eyes while groaning in misery.

~Blugh.

He spat out another wave of blood and struggled to plead for mercy.

No matter what, it was best for him to stay alive and fight another day.

How could he be reconsidered to die like that?

Isomi, who had already lost his left leg, gritted his teeth and tried not to faint when he saw them bring a lit torch closer to his severed limb.

~Brrrrrrr~~~

The raging flames added a whole new meaning of pain to his subconscious.

Son of a b**ch!

His breathing turned even heavier, and his voice became raspier too.

The flames continuously turned on his severed limb, stopping any more blood loss, at the same time, giving him hell.

He only felt it a pure miracle that he could still manage to keep himself awake all this time.

He clutched his heart and tried to steady his breathing.

It was as if someone had gripped his heart, shook it many times and pokes it with a thousand words all at once.

Time seemed to be moving too slow as he began counting numbers in his head.

His body couldn’t stop trembling, no matter how hard he tried to control it.

And the blood, which had no other way to go, continuously gushed out of his mouth and nostrils, making him feel weak as a chicken.

Isomi felt his current state somewhat miraculous.

F***!

How was he still alive?

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Isomi looked at his detached leg and felt very unwilling and complicated inside.

Even though he knew that there was no other way to join them back, he still reached out for his leg and refused to let it go when he saw one of the men take it away.

"That’s mine... You give that back." He protested weakly while stretching his other hand towards it.

That was his!

Seeing his reaction, K nodded towards someone, who took the severed leg and fed it to K’s piranhas in a pond within the center of the room.

The moment the leg was a few inches away from the water surface, the hungry Piranhas jumped and launched themselves onto it.

Isomi didn’t see what happened to his leg after that.

But from the bubbling sounds of the water, he was sure that those little bastards had probably cleaned his severed leg right to the bone.

And all this didn’t even take up to a minute before the water remained quiet again.

Isomi’s head started spinning from all his rage and pain.

But how could K let him go to sleep like that?

~Snap.

"Get the water."

~Splash!

The cold water hit Isomi’s face, bringing him back to reality again.

And before he knew what was going on, his body was stretched apart from limb to limb yet again.

"No! No! I beg of you.

Enough... I-I... I will talk.

Please... No more..."

K raised his hands, and the men holding him paused.

"Start talking."

Isomi nodded bitterly as his mind quickly went to work.

Even to this moment, he still didn’t think of betraying the organization.

He just couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Not only were they his employer, but they were his family as well.

He was an abandoned orphan who they picked up and trained.

So betraying the organization was akin to betraying one’s parents in his mind.

And to be honest, he would be willing to die for his parents.

Nonetheless, that didn’t mean that he should stop trying to survive and just accept death.

Provided he could give credible information, then wouldn’t his days be longer?

If possible, he hoped to prolong his days till a few from the organization found him.

In his mind, they were the ones who destroyed the bases.

So didn’t they mean that they might still be on the temple’s case?

There was a high possibility that they were still here in Yodan, looking for Master K and the rest who survived.

So all he had to do was live till then.

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"I’ll talk. I’ll talk for real this time." Follow current s on (f)ir(e).nᴇt - novelenglish.net . bin

"Oh? Then start from what assignments you were given all these years." K said while turning around and walking towards his throne.

~Cough, Cough.

"Your excellency. I was tasked to monitor your movements and send detailed reports monthly.

But ever since I started working here, I’ve never been able to enter your right circle.

So I could only give them vague information based on what I observed."

K nodded while listening on.

This was understandable.

After all, even the Sacred Elders, Primates (Bishops) and the rest didn’t know his movements, no matter how much they checked.

It was a mystery to many and one that had kept him alive all these years.

K listened carefully to Isomi’s words about his dirty here, as well as the location to where some spies are hiding within Yodan and several other things.

Even though K didn’t fully believe him, it wouldn’t help to check things out for now

If he were lying, they would kill him without hesitation by throwing him to the piranhas.

But if what he said was true, they might as well gather all they could about the Pirate organization and later take revenge.

Soon, K had Isomi taken out of the room for treatment.

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"Your excellency. I don’t think he’s telling the truth." One of his aides said.

K massaged his jaw playfully: "HmHm. I feel the same way. But for now, we keep him alive. Make sure to monitor him closely. Lest he tries to send word out through some unknown means."

"Yes, your Excellency.

But, there’s something else that this lowly one has to discuss."

K looked at his aide curiously: "Milandus. What is it?"

"Your excellency. It’s about Baymard.

I estimate that the Holy Primates and their crews should be arriving at Baymard any day now.

Your excellency. It is time."