5 Escape from the Tower of Heaven Part 5 (1/2)
Before this chapter begins, I just wanna say something.
So I've seen alot of people whining in the comments about the MC being a fuckin pussy and a cry baby and already disliking him and all that shit.
Wait for the fuckin story to develop you *****! He's not gonna be like that forever! Is it because of the 'alpha MC's when they were a child' stories that you've grown to already dislike the MC in this book? Been so long since you guys seen an MC that will actually develop a change of mentality do you? You f**ckin beta male readers!
By the way I'm not pissed or anything. Just disappointed.
Now on with the chapter.
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Inside the Disciplinary Chambers....
Juliet had her hands tied up to a wooden post as the same fat guard was whipping at her. But, the fat guard was frowning in the lack of entertainment. He wanted to hear her scream, but the girl would just keep on a stoic face as she closed her eyes.
The fat cultist gave one more lash against Juliet's face, surprisingly the girl didn't even cry out in pain or flinched. The fat guard then clicked his tongue as he rubbed his aching shoulder.
”This girl doesn't even utter a sound! No fun at all!”
The lanky man was currently found sitting on a rock while smoking, ”Remember that girl a few days ago? Wasn't she scared and crying constantly?”
The fat man turned to his fellow cultist and smirked, ”Yeah, that was fine piece of work!”
With those words, both of them began to laugh cruelly. The fat cultist then gripped onto Juliet's face as he tightly squeezes her cheeks.
”Oi, little squirt, do you know what a sacred task it is to complete the R-System? On the dawning day the tower is completed, you will all be taken to paradise. The R-System can revive our God! Revive the last dark magician!”
”Shut up pig.” Juliet responded.
The fat cultist didn't take to kindly of the girls insult, ”Wha?! What did you say?!”
The fat cultist was furious, he then began lashing at the blue haired girl again with his whip with more force, ”You think that's something you can say to a High Priest like me?!”
As the man continuously kept on whipping Juliet, the lanky guard suddenly stopped him, ”Don't mind what a little brat says. Let's go, we still gotta put down those uppity slaves this afternoon.”
The lanky man then walked towards the door. The fat cultist stopped whipping as he gave out tired breaths of exhaustion.
”Until you learn to respect our god, you won't set a foot outside of this place!” He angrily exclaimed as he followed the lanky man out of the room
Juliet was left alone inside the cold empty room with nothing but utter silence while her hands was still tied up.MAfter a short period of silence, Juliet began to speak for herself.
”God, huh? There's no such thing....I don't need a god that can't even save a child like me....even if he's real.”
She hated them....
She hated every last one of them!
The girl began to angrily grit her teeth hard and began shaking in anger, ”I hate them....I hate them all! Those guys, their 'god', I hate this entire world!”
”Hate strengthens me...” Said a raspy voice.
Juliet was startled at the voice as she moved her head upwards, but there was nothing there. She then frantically turned her head from different sides, but unfortunately no one was there.
”Those arrogant peasants...I've been here this whole time...” The voice continued to speak.
”Who-...Who's there?! Where are you?!” Juliet roared out.
”And yet they think to 'revive' me....They want me to take a 'bodily' form....No matter how much faith you have, it's futile. Without a strong hatred, you cannot truly feel my presence. You're very lucky, kid, you have the chance to meet the god worshipped by many...”
”Come out!” Juliet demanded, completely fearless to the unknown entity.
A reddish-black matter appeared and began moving around the blue haired girl. She widened her eyes and she began struggling as she felt a dark entity surrounding every part of her body.
”My name is Zeref...Hate is the reason for my existence...”
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The sounds of an uproar and shouts spread all across the tower. Every prisoner were set free from their cells thanks to everyone else's efforts.
Currently an entire army of escaped prisoners were fending off against the guards with any kinds of tools that they could find. The pickaxes, swords and spears of dead guards, shovels, and even rocks! They were using every object that can be used as a weapon.
”A revolt! Take them down!” One of the guards joined in the fray as others followed.
As the fight continued to rage on, one guards spotted Wally and charged right at him. However, Wally turned the tables as he quickly punched the guard across the face, putting the guard down to the ground.
”Don't mess with Mad Dog Wally!”
Because of all the lifting and picking on heavy rocks, Wally's strength was more than an average human. The same can be said for some other slaves.
Simon charged at another guard and kicked him in the face, ”Thanks to you bastards for toughing me up!”
Sounds of metal clashing and people crying in pain were heard during the entire revolt. An iron door on the left suddenly opened and another wave of guards came charging at the slaves.
”A bunch of slaves think they can take win?!”
”Kill them all! Kill all those who rebel!”
However, many of rebels remained unafraid as many kept fighting back, ”Don't be afraid! Numbers are on our side!”
”Take their weapons! We will have our freedom!”
Among the rebelling slaves, Erza was leading her group with both a sword and shield in hand. Ezra was behind her with his own weapon in his hands as he had a steeled look plastered on his face.
”Today we're going to free the 8th Sector! Good luck everyone!” Erza said loudly.
However, one prisoner spoke out his thoughts, ”We can't! There are too many soldiers there!”
Ezra looked at the man, ”But, if we don't save Juliet soon-...”
As they both continued to argue, Wally found Simon looking at Erza while a set of red cheeks spread across his face. Wally realized what Simon wanted to do as he came up to his friend and placed a hand on his shoulder with a teasing smile.
”Are you afraid of confessing, Simon?”
It was no secret to him that Simon fell in love with Erza. And also, it wasn't the best time and place right now to tell her how he felt.