Pain Immunity: Worried the Villains Aren’t Twisted Enough

Chapter 247: Brutal Torture—I'm a Spirit

"Hope you’ve got at least a little strength, like that other guy," the prison guard said coldly.

As soon as he finished, he threw a punch straight at him.

Lu Ce met it with a punch of his own, not dodging in the slightest.

Bang! Crack!

A heavy thud followed by the crisp sound of a bone breaking.

Lu Ce, in Cutter’s form, had his entire right arm flung backward! Looked like that blow had directly shattered his entire shoulder blade.

"Hmm?" The prison guard looked confused at first, then his face turned scornful. "You're a lot weaker than I expected."

"True," Lu Ce nodded seriously. "You too."

Of course, this wasn’t Lu Ce’s real strength—it was intentional.

He’d made up his mind. Aside from dealing with the other inmates, the key to escaping had to be tied to that “feeding.”His countless gaming experiences had taught him—if you haven’t touched the core mechanic, you’re not even close to a perfect clear.

So, if everything’s that complicated, why not just get himself fed?

"Seriously, you skipped lunch or something?" he mocked as he looked at his mangled right arm and listened to the rising Pain Points in his ear.

The prison guard exploded in fury. He had never seen someone this weak still run his mouth like that!

"You're f***ing asking for it!"

His fist turned into a palm in an instant, clamping down on Lu Ce’s fist. Then, like swinging a steel whip, he flung him hard.

In that moment, the sounds of bones exploding rang out one after another like firecrackers—his entire right arm went limp like a noodle, every bit of bone crushed to fragments.

Lu Ce’s whole body slumped, but hearing the ten-point spike in Pain Points, he actually chuckled and said:

"Nice. You're way more efficient than that woman back then."

Prison guard: ?

He glanced at Lu Ce’s arm, starting to doubt himself.

Could someone really endure this kind of pain and injury?

This guy was weak—no doubt—but also apparently tough as nails?

"What? Gassing out already? Need a break? Guess you’re all bark and no bite."

Lu Ce’s arm was now a useless noodle, and he had basically no combat power left—but his mouth was still going full throttle.

The prison guard’s eyes turned blood red. He reached forward, grabbed Lu Ce’s shoulder, and crushed it instantly!

That bone-crunching sound, like smashing limestone, sent chills down everyone’s spines and made their teeth ache.

"Oh, not bad—you’ve got some variety~"

The crowd went dead silent. If “All eyes on me” had been an effect before, now no one could look away even if they wanted to.

They’d never seen a tough guy like this.

And everyone was already familiar with how brutal the prison guard could be. Watching this live torture unfold made them shiver with fear.

But watching Lu Ce remain unfazed—even hurling insults—they couldn’t help feeling a mix of dread and admiration.

In the crowd, the real “Cutter” lowered his head, overcome by some strange emotion.

Seeing another “him” endure such torment made him feel deeply uncomfortable.

And as a Huaguo national, there was a buried admiration inside him—a kind of reverence for grand, epic sacrifice.

Looking at that imposter, Cutter couldn’t help but feel… like he didn’t deserve his own face.

Tch...

What the hell is happening?

On the other side, Xie Antong had been watching with a smile at first, entertained by "Sin's" chaotic moves.

But now, her smile had gradually faded, and her body stiffened a bit.

Even after being in the game this long, she still found this level of inhumane torture disturbing.

And this person—was “Sin.”

She’d once speculated that “Sin” might lack pain perception or maybe had a psychological quirk that made him enjoy pain, but now…

After all, the man’s identity hadn’t been confirmed yet.

If he really was Lu Ce...

Her brows slowly furrowed as she looked at the body now twisted and broken beyond recognition. She couldn’t help but stand up.

“Tch... you really gonna play it like this?”

In the middle of the field, Lu Ce hadn’t stopped running his mouth. He was still going all in, throwing insult after insult at the prison guard.

What started as mocking had turned into outright verbal abuse.

Put plainly—he was talking sh*t about the guy’s mother.

The guard was totally driven mad. But he was stubborn—he never tried to shut Lu Ce up or crush his vocal cords.

Maybe he wanted to hear him scream in pain. But that was never going to happen—Lu Ce was having too much fun.

The Pain Points were still climbing—so what’s there to worry about?

Right there, in front of everyone, his bones were almost all shattered. He looked like he was barely hanging on, clinging to life and consciousness.

The crowd was dead silent. On the other side, Xie Antong’s brows were knit tight. She was genuinely worried “Sin” might go too far and end up dead for real.

"See that?" came the prison guard’s hoarse voice. "That’s what happens."

"I’m sure you all get it now. In this prison, you stay in line, serve your time, and know your place—that’s what matters."

"Don’t... bring trouble on yourselves for no reason."

With that, he grabbed Lu Ce—who was no longer able to move—and lifted him up.

Lu Ce still had Cutter’s face.

"Hmph!" The guard, having vented a little, now had a slightly calmer demeanor. "No power, and you still spout tough talk."

"What now? Still planning to break out?"

"Still thinking about a rebellion? About a riot?"

"You never learn, do you."

Lu Ce’s voice was broken and fragmented, but he still replied: "Still digging your own grave."

"Alright then, let me say a few more words."

"I’m not alone. I don’t care about pain or death—because I can’t die."

"I’m just a thought. A spirit. And if you don’t believe me, just watch. Even if I die, another me will appear."

That statement had a double meaning, but clearly, the prison guard only grasped one layer of it—he thought Lu Ce meant others with the same suicidal resolve would show up.

"Heh, then let them come die too."

With that, he dragged the barely alive Lu Ce toward “feeding.”

But in the crowd, when the real Cutter heard what Lu Ce had said, his entire body stiffened.

What?!

...

What does that even mean...

On the other side, Xie Antong let out a sigh. She now understood what she had to do.

She guided the All-Knowing Eye once more toward Cutter.

In front of him, it began to etch words:

“That one just now—he’s one of us.”