Chapter 1153 - 1153 – Will-Tempering (1/2)

”Is this the Secret Name Torture Chamber?” a young man with blue hair asked.

”It says so on the sign, yes,” Gravis answered the stupid question.

”I would like to ask for some will-tempering,” the young man said. His eyes wandered to the other people in the room.

”AAAAHHH!”

Five other people were impaled on spikes around Gravis, all of them without disguise. Will-tempering didn't need them to spend money to disguise themselves. After all, there was nothing shady going on.

The other five people were also there to temper their wills, and they were having the time of their lives judging by their painful screeches.

”Stop! I don't want to anymore! AAAHH!” one man shouted in pain.

”You paid for 50 years. You get 50 years,” Gravis answered absentmindedly.

”No, please! I can't take this anymore! I can't survive 50 years! You can keep the money!” the guy shouted through pain-filled screams.

”You paid for 50 years. You get 50 years,” Gravis answered again.

The newest person became a bit nervous when he saw all the people being tortured in the big room. Some of them were even more powerful than him, but they were still shouting with so much pain.

This created a kind of curiosity in the new client. Pain had long since become irrelevant to such powerful people. Pain was already unimportant for Unity Realm Cultivators. Meanwhile, the clients were all Peak Immortal Emperors, at least.

For people this strong, it was basically unimaginable to feel so much pain that they wanted to die. It just felt impossible. They wouldn't even bat an eye if someone skinned them alive.

”What would you suggest for me?” the newest client asked.

”You're a level two Star God with a Will-Aura equivalent to the level two Star God Realm. If you want a one-level increase, the chances of your death are at around 5%, and you would need to survive for 250 years. If you want a two-level increase, you would need to survive for 400 years. The chances of your death would be 30%. Three levels come to 500 years, and chances of your death are at 50%,” Gravis explained.

The newest client was surprised. ”How come the times get shorter and shorter? Shouldn't each tempering require more time than the previous one?”

”A mortal walking 100 kilometers will find that the last ten kilometers feel equally as hard as the previous 90 kilometers. The mortal carries the exhaustion and stress of the first 90 kilometers with them at the end. The longer you are under the torture, the more stressful it gets,” Gravis explained.

”Oh, I see,” the man said with a nod. ”What can I get for three million God Stones?”

”That's a two-level increase,” Gravis answered. ”Keep in mind that the chances of you dying are at 30%. You might think that's not much, but by the end of it, your mind will nearly break, and you will basically lose yourself. You will become a mass of instincts that just want the pain to end. The last piece of rationality in your mind will completely focus on keeping you from killing yourself, while the remainder of you will scream bloody murder.”

The man took a deep breath as he heard Gravis' explanation, but he also felt a bit of excitement.

This was the very familiar feeling of tempering.

It was a brush with danger.

”I will take the two-level increase,” the man said with conviction.

Gravis summoned an emblem and handed it over to the man. ”For any procedure with a death rate of above 10%, you need a Vice-Sect Master of your Sect to sign here. It's to protect myself from any enmity with your Sect in the case that you die.”

The man looked awkwardly at the emblem. ”I don't really have a Sect,” he said.

”Then get an authentication of your aura from the Information Pavilion that says that you have no more powerful relatives or colleagues,” Gravis answered.

The eyes of the man squinted with discomfort. ”That's like 150,000 God Stones, and I need to visit the Information Pavilion without disguise.”

”Take it or leave it,” Gravis answered. ”Securing my future is more important than the money you bring in.”

The man hesitated.

”I'll come back later,” he said.

Gravis nodded.

SHING!

The man teleported away.

He wouldn't come back again.

Why?

Because he had lied.