Daughter of Sin

Zhang Buyao had taken in a total of 123 students. Fifty-seven of them were already dead, so Yu Xian spent half a day capturing the remaining sixty-six. The strongest among these sixty-six was Zhang Rourou, someone so terrifying that Yu Xian would normally have had to turn and run the moment he saw her. Right now, however, Zhang Rourou was undergoing the exact same ordeal as Zhang Nianci inside the White Space. To be precise, all sixty-six of Zhang Buyao's students were currently in their own White Spaces acting like madmen—either screaming and shouting, flailing wildly, or frantically pulling out items and throwing them in every direction. "Yu Xian, how do you plan to deal with these people?" Feng Mingge asked once more. As the number of captives had grown, each possessing terrifying power that made his heart tremble, he had asked Yu Xian this question before, only to be told that they would talk after catching everyone. Now that everyone had been rounded up, Feng Mingge asked again. Yu Xian scratched the back of his head, looking troubled. "My original thought was to just kill them all. After all, the things these bastards have done are utterly heinous. But on second thought, wouldn't death be letting them off too easy?" "How about just keeping them locked up like this?" Chi Feihong suggested. Feng Mingge shook his head. "No. Although that space suppresses our power to the point where our influence on the outside world is virtually nonexistent, staying there is far too comfortable. If they truly are guilty of monstrous crimes, leaving them in such a space lets them off way too lightly." "Hiss... you're the real living King of Hell!" Chi Feihong sucked in a sharp breath and gave Feng Mingge a thumbs-up. He felt that being imprisoned in the White Space was already terrifying enough. After all, there was nothing in there. Enduring it for a day or two might be bearable, but if he were stuck inside for a year, he felt his mind would completely shut down. "Then what do you think would qualify as proper punishment?" Yu Xian looked at Feng Mingge and asked. Feng Mingge looked at the figures inside their respective White Spaces and smiled. "With your administrator authority, is it possible to turn them all into monsters, amplify their pain perception by a thousand times, and make them be killed a cumulative one trillion times before being sentenced to life imprisonment and locked back in here?" "..." Chi Feihong had just taken a bottle of mineral water from his backpack and taken a sip; he nearly spat it all out. He had assumed Feng Mingge meant they would be released after being killed one trillion times, but no—after dying a trillion times, they would still be locked in the White Space permanently! A living King of Hell. Absolutely a living King of Hell. Chi Feihong silently classified Feng Mingge as someone he must never provoke. Even though Feng Mingge was weak right now and Chi Feihong could beat him to tears with a single punch, what if Feng Mingge held a grudge? This guy was definitely sweet on the outside and pure evil on the inside! Hearing Feng Mingge's idea, Yu Xian clapped his hands. "Great idea! And I can turn them into bosses—designing them to be as ugly and grotesque as possible. Better yet, give them a few permanent debuffs, like continuous pain, relentless itching, and the like, so that each death provides only a fleeting moment of relief." "..." Chi Feihong stared at Yu Xian in shock. At this moment, he realized that out of the three of them, even though he looked the most burly and ferocious while Feng Mingge and Yu Xian were both handsome young men, in reality, he was a little lamb while Yu Xian and Feng Mingge were the big bad wolves. Too cruel! Simply too barbaric! Feng Mingge nodded. "Yes, my thinking wasn't thorough enough. Your plan is much more comprehensive. Let's go with yours." "Alright! Then let's start designing what monsters to turn them into and where to send them. It's best to restrict their zones of movement, making them crave players coming to kill them while simultaneously dreading it." Yu Xian rubbed his hands together with a grin. Simply put, this was essentially moving them to a slightly larger prison. Normally, when no players were raiding them, they would suffer from passive negative statuses: excruciating agony, uncontrollable itching, nervous exhaustion, perceptual dissociation, and more. The torment would be so intense that they would desperately wish for players to slay them just to earn a moment of peace. Yet when players did come to fight them, every attack landing on their bodies would inflict pain magnified a thousandfold. Such a punishment sounded exceedingly cruel, but both Feng Mingge and Yu Xian felt it was still far from enough. It was just that neither could think of anything crueler for the time being, so this would do. The sins borne by Zhang Buyao's students were so astronomical that even Yu Xian could not tally them all. In reality, they had long been recorded in the Prison Canon; Yu Xian simply hadn't known they were Zhang Buyao's students before, not to mention that he hadn't possessed the strength to arrest them in the past. Now that they were captured, there was no way he would let them off easily. Sometimes, a statement could sound numbingly abstract. For example, before encountering Yu Xian and the others, Zhang Rourou had just destroyed a world. "A world." It sounded almost devoid of emotion. Yet if one visualized it—Zhang Rourou had just murdered a hundred million grandmothers, a hundred million grandfathers, a hundred million pregnant wives, and a hundred million infants. Then one could understand why both Yu Xian and Feng Mingge felt that no punishment could be too cruel. Following that, Yu Xian, Feng Mingge, and Chi Feihong discussed how to remodel these captives. Armed with the power of administrator privileges, once Zhang Rourou and the others fell into the Zhen Realm, their lives and deaths were no longer in their own hands. They had no ability whatsoever to resist Yu Xian's modifications. Zhang Rourou was first subjected to the death of a thousand cuts by Yu Xian, then wrapped in bandages. He also severed one of her arms so that she would endure phantom limb pain day and night. Next, Yu Xian forged an identity for her and assigned her stats. [Daughter of Sin] [Level: 50] [Skills:] [Painful Blood Whip: Enduring excruciating agony, she manipulates the blood within her body to draw it forth from her severed arm, forming a whip of blood that strikes enemies across a wide area.] [Wraith Screech: The Daughter of Sin unleashes a piercing shriek, inflicting massive mental damage upon herself and her enemies; the heavier the sin, the greater the agony.] [Bleeding Frenzy: The Daughter of Sin attacks with ever-increasing speed, but the wounds beneath her bandages seep blood in return. The lower her HP, the higher her Defense.] [Hand of Phantom Pain: Each time the Daughter of Sin suffers phantom pain, she temporarily manifests a spectral arm capable of attacking distant targets.] [Signature Ultimate Skill:] [Undying - Burst of Sin: When the Daughter of Sin's HP drops below 10%, she enters an invulnerable state while her agony reaches its peak, dealing synchronized pain damage to surrounding players every second. After five minutes, the Daughter of Sin detonates and dies, unleashing all accumulated pain damage in an explosive burst.] [Notes: A monster steeped in sin. Whenever she attacks her foes, she herself plunges into unfathomable torment—for all eternity.] ... To prevent these captives from refusing to attack players and deliberately throwing their lives away to seek a swift death, Yu Xian thoughtfully set up an auto-battle function for them. Moreover, if they slacked off on the job, each act of defiance would extend the count and duration of their punishment. Originally, as monsters, once they were killed one trillion times, they could return to the White Space for permanent imprisonment. But if they slacked off, it might become one trillion and one times, or even two trillion times. In short, the more they slacked off or resisted, the heavier the punishment would become.