Pain Immunity: Worried the Villains Aren’t Twisted Enough

Chapter 261: Villainy is the Villain's Passport

That voice kept chattering incessantly, influencing Lu Ce's mind from beginning to end.

The Godslayer Medal had long since begun to glow, shining with unprecedented brilliance!

Lu Ce had never seen this object shine so brightly before.

Yet Lu Ce's own mind wasn't overly affected, though this wasn't due to the Godslayer Medal's merit.

Rather, you can't make ruins collapse further.

Lu Ce's spirit was already pathological, severely influenced by the Jealousy Mask. In this state, the whispers had limited effect on him.

He now roughly understood that so-called "Life" was likely another entity on par with gods, similar to Suffering and Pleasure.

Judging by the other party's description, "Life" seemed even more powerful...

Having listened this whole time, Lu Ce finally spoke his first response.

"Oh, noble one.""Then you must indeed be noble enough. Noble like those beings you resemble?"

"If your nobility resembles theirs, then I must truly be despicable..."

Upon hearing Lu Ce's words, the voice paused briefly before beginning to laugh slowly.

"Hahahaha."

The laughter was equally distant, even carrying a mocking tone.

"Naturally, they are all noble ones. Only the lives of the noble have value and meaning."

"As for you, you carry blood I detest. Hmm, I don't want someone like you as nourishment."

Lu Ce fell slightly silent. He'd already realized some things - even earlier, when Xie Antong had said certain things to him.

Xie Antong had mentioned that through analyzing conversations, she felt the prisoners' accounts of their pasts had inconsistencies.

After seeing what happened to the guards and warden, Lu Ce had already guessed some truths.

But he hadn't spoken up, hadn't clarified with Xie Antong, hadn't given any indication.

Now, he remained silent.

"Oh? Clever fellow." The voice continued. "Have you discovered something?"

"Hah, indeed. Sometimes, necessary memory modifications are for their own good."

"If people believe they're guilty, they'll be more compliant when receiving punishment, no? Though this isn't punishment, but a blessing."

"But if people believe themselves innocent, they'll become ungrateful, stubbornly resisting."

"Just like in your world's movie The Shawshank Redemption - glorifying so-called freedom as something praiseworthy."

"But that's utterly meaningless. Your thoughts, your belief in freedom, are all part of [Life]. If he truly knew his guilt, escape wouldn't seem so appealing."

Here, the voice paused as if savoring something, relishing its own ingenious design.

It even emitted strange laughter.

"Is that so." Lu Ce finally spoke. "But you don't truly want guilty people either, do you? You want relatively pure lives to nourish you."

"Nourish me?!" the voice shrieked. "This is their blessing! They are part of [Life], now granted the chance to return to the source."

"Like wandering nobles returning to their ancestral home - isn't that wonderful? What a tremendous opportunity for them."

"Don't be so pretentious. What 'pure lives'? Life is just life. I simply find these people more interesting."

Finally, the voice laughed uproariously, delivering Lu Ce's ultimatum like a judge's verdict.

"Hahahaha! Sin - quite the name you've given yourself. This prison doesn't welcome truly guilty people."

"You must have guessed by now - you killed without remorse, caused your cellmates' deaths, toyed with their lives."

"Simply because you believed them guilty, deserving of death. No psychological burden for you. Shouldn't you thank me for that?"

"Actually, everyone here's memories aren't entirely false. I merely... adjusted the perspective, changed the protagonists."

"Remember this old man?"

Green fluorescence reassembled into an image - the meat grinder battlefield outside.

In an ignored corner lay the miserable corpse of an old man - one of Lu Ce's original cellmates.

"What story did he tell you?"

"That he trafficked urban women as breeding tools for his son, then resold them, correct?"

"That happened - I just made small adjustments. He wasn't the perpetrator, but the witness."

"He saw his villagers trafficking, raping, abusing women. Unable to bear it, he secretly helped the trafficked women escape. Then he was discovered... hehe."

"His end was naturally tragic. I gave him a second life."

"His life belonged to [Life], and [Life] gave him rebirth. Isn't it natural he should repay this?"

"Including that blond you got beaten to broken bones - he wasn't a bully, but someone who stopped bullying. He was just pushed off a building."

"And the scarred man you killed? He was actually a lawyer helping victims of infidelity."

"Hehehe, all like this..."

"Without my help, could you have killed them so guilt-free?"

Laughter echoed through the underground passage. The goblin army stood silent, only Lu Ce remaining motionless at the center, head bowed.

"Heh, you—"

The voice tried to continue laughing, but was interrupted by another laugh.

Lu Ce's laugh.

The pink mask slowly lifted, revealing its joyful smile.

"Right, exactly. What's the problem?"

"They were all noble ones - your own words. I admitted this earlier - no issue."

"They were good people. Well, good people deserve to die, and they died horribly."

"I'm scum, so I should live, I should win!"

"Nobility is the noble's epitaph."

"Villainy is the villain's passport."

"You've already told me their epitaphs."

"So... where's my passport?"