Chapter 863: A Cruel Punishment

Nit and Wit were brimming with rage, contacting their father so he could take care of these guards, that saleswoman. Their fingers trembled slightly on the device, anger and fear mixing in their chests.

And finally, all eight of these women. In their minds, they had already sentenced them.

They glanced at one another and decided to wait a bit. If only Vritra was here, he would surely have enjoyed the drama. The thought alone made a few of them smirk.

Or maybe wiped them out without giving them any chance. That, too, would have been entertaining.

In any case, as they waited, before long a man about five feet tall with a pot belly huffed and rushed towards them. His breathing was loud and uneven, drawing the attention of several customers.

Following him was a large group of powerful guards, already with their weapons in their hands. The air felt heavier as they filed into the shop.

The pot-bellied man with thinning hair quickly approached his sons and looked them up and down with worry. He checked their faces as if expecting blood and bruises.

"Nit, Wit, are you both okay? What happened? Tell me, I will tear anyone apart!" the owner shouted, the fat on his face shivering. His voice echoed through the room.

"Dad, it’s those guards. They didn’t listen to us and left. That saleswoman tried to threaten us, and these eight women shamelessly humiliated us. Even though we were so respectful, they kept cursing us and even you!!"

Wit, the younger brother, quickly summarized. His tone was full of grievance, eyes moist with fake injustice.

"How dare they!!" The pot-bellied man turned to glare at the guards who were standing near the entrance. His gaze was sharp despite his round body.

They shivered under his glare. Then he looked at the saleswoman, who sat there lifelessly.

She was sure her dead body would soon be thrown into the forest in pieces, or maybe an even worse fate awaited her. Her fingers curled on her skirt, knuckles turning white.

Making her wonder if suicide would be a better option than that. The idea scared her as much as the man himself.

Finally, his gaze shifted to the eight women, his eyes literally seeming about to spit fire. The room grew strangely quiet at that moment.

But upon seeing them, he was first shocked at how beautiful they all were, then a realization dawned on him.

He seemed to recognize a few of their faces. His heart began to pound wildly.

The first he recognized was Ava. She was the wife of the current head of the Yate family.

And the Yate family was currently the most powerful family. He double-checked to make sure he wasn’t mistaken. His throat went dry.

But no matter what, even if he rubbed his eyes, the result was the same. She really was the wife of Gunter Yate.

His heart skipped a beat, and sweat began to pour down his body. A few drops rolled down his temples.

He then glanced at the other women. After a moment, he recognized another.

’I-Isn’t that the Empress of the Phoenix Race? S-She is here too?!! What the-’ he almost cried upon seeing her. His knees felt weak.

She was pretty famous for killing anyone who made her upset. Just remembering a few rumors made him shiver.

He continued to look and then saw Yasmine. Although she had disappeared for a long time.

As one of the top businessmen, he had seen her image before and immediately knew she was the Dragon Empress.

A very powerful dragoness. Someone he never imagined he would meet inside his own shop.

He didn’t recognize Teresa at first, but based on the women she was with, the pot-bellied man soon concluded.

That she must be Teresa, who had married a very powerful guy. That alone made her terrifying.

Then came Vanessa, who was the Queen of the Succubi. Though she didn’t make many public appearances before, being one of the more influential people, he had seen her.

Maeve wasn’t well known since her organization was rather hidden, but she had been seen with these women before. He forced himself not to look away.

And finally, he looked at Diana, and he suddenly lost all strength in his legs, stumbling and supporting himself on his sons.

The world began to spin. Even if he was extremely rich, what could he even do against them? His earlier anger vanished without a trace.

"Heh. You all are done now. With my father here, you will suffer so much you will come to regret being born!" Nit shouted.

Both Nit and Wit were gloating now, waiting to see those women beg. Previously, they had planned to take them as their wives, but now they could at most be slaves. Their imagination ran wild with twisted scenarios.

"Oh, it seems your father is very powerful. But I just so happen to be the Empress of this continent." Diana smiled faintly as she stood up.

"Hahaha. You are wha-" Wit was about to joke when his father suddenly fell to his knees and began to smash his head on the floor. The sound of his forehead hitting the tiles was sickening.

"E-Empress, please forgive me, I beg you..." His pot belly was shaking because of fear.

"D-Dad, what are you doing? She is obviously lying. There is no way she can be the Empre-" But before he could speak, the man suddenly stood up and slapped his son with all his might.

Nit fell, his face smashing into one of the chairs, breaking his nose. Blood spilled instantly.

"You stupid bastard, how dare you act so arrogant in front of Empress Goddess Diana!!" he shouted at his son, then slapped Wit. The second slap rang even louder.

Again falling in front of the eight women, the pot-bellied man began to beg, shaking violently. His forehead was already bruised.

Only now did Nit and Wit begin to understand that these women weren’t normal. Had they just provoked the Empress of the entire continent? The weight of that realization crushed their arrogance.

The two brothers suddenly felt nervous and a gripping pain in their hearts, falling to the floor. Their legs refused to support them.

"It’s alright, they are young, so they would make mistakes." Vanessa spoke gently. Her calm tone contrasted the bloody tension in the room.

"T-Thank you. I will do exactly as you instruct. Please tell me your orders." The owner quickly spoke, a bit relieved that they were ready to forgive them.

Teresa cut in and spoke, "I have an idea. How about we let only one out of you three live?"

With a sweet smile under the veil, she clapped gently and added, "Start fighting. The winner gets to walk out of here alive."

"N-No, pleaseee give us one chance." The pot-bellied man began to cry, understanding the horror of her words. Tears mixed with sweat on his cheeks.

This was more cruel than killing them all. How could he bring himself to kill his children?

Both Nit and Wit were just shivering, not knowing what to do. Their minds went blank.

"You have one minute to start. If not, you will be eaten by them piece by piece." Diana spoke, creating terrifying zombie-like monsters from the Illusion Halo.

The sight scared the three as the zombies kept inching closer. Their grotesque forms made other customers look away.

Nit, while shaking, looked around and soon saw a metal scale. He picked it up and stabbed his father with it.

"Aggghhhh! Y-You little bitch!!" the pot-bellied man screamed in pain, not expecting his son to do that.

Unfortunately, the scale wasn’t sharp enough, so he pulled it away and then kicked his son. His kick was clumsy but desperate.

But Wit was ready. He kicked his father’s crotch, then picked up the scale. His face twisted in panic and madness.

Another heart-wrenching scream rang out as the man fell while clutching his crotch.

He saw his younger son trying to slit his throat with the scale. Filled with endless rage, he decided to kill them both. His eyes turned bloodshot.

He could just get more sons if he survived. That cruel thought flashed through his mind.

So he stopped the scale at the last second and punched Wit’s face hard. The impact made Wit’s vision blur.

Then a dogfight began as they punched and kicked one another, biting, poking, doing anything and everything they could.

The women watched as it turned all bloody and brutal. Those three were fighting as if their opponents were mortal enemies. The floor around them slowly turned red.

"..." Ava looked at it and felt uneasy. She didn’t like seeing such violence. Her fingers tightened around her dress.

Seeing her turn her head, Yasmine couldn’t help but chuckle, internally asking, ’First time?’

As Vritra’s mother, she would probably get used to it. Anyone around him got a bit corrupted.

Just look at Teresa. How kind she used to be, and now she was the one to suggest such a gruesome punishment.

Just killing the three would have been more merciful. That simple option had been discarded.

Vritra, who was in the Yate Realm and had finished his talk with Divine, had seen this scene, but he didn’t feel like intervening.

All of his wives seemed to be handling it really well. Then he looked at Shitless and Onest.

Frowning when he saw Onest shouting something loudly while the poor monk kept trying to silence him. Their little argument was a strange contrast to the brutal fight.

He didn’t think much of it and was already preparing to start absorbing the leveling-up cores.

Setting up rooms where time would pass quicker so they could be done faster. He moved with practiced calm.

But this time they would have to absorb from Level 4 to 7, so it would still take quite some time.

On the other side, the pot-bellied man tore off Wit’s throat with his mouth, killing his younger son. The sound was sickening.

While Nit fearfully tore open his father’s belly with a broken piece of glass, terrified after seeing the dead body of his younger brother.

Even more determined to kill his father. His hands were shaking, but his resolve was firm.

But before long, the pot-bellied man managed to kill Nit, though he had suffered major injuries while crushing Nit’s head into a bloody pulp. His breathing turned ragged as he finally collapsed to his knees.

His entire body covered in blood and flesh, as the man held onto his belly to stop the content inside from spilling out.

Feeling immense pain in his heart for killing his dear child, he buried the vengeance in his chest.

Sooner or later, he will definitely bring justice to his children and punish the murderers of his child, with enough money he can do it.

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