Pain Immunity: Worried the Villains Aren’t Twisted Enough

Chapter 499: The Human Heart Can Be Controlled! The Power of Rumors

As her words fell, she didn't expect the Bearded Divine Messenger to reply, lowering her head to examine the mass before her.

She knew perfectly well that if the Divine Messenger had even a shred of intelligence, he would absolutely not respond to her.

But his response wasn't important—what mattered was that he heard it, that all players watching this room heard it.

She didn't waste more words either, immediately getting to work on her own affairs after speaking.

Based on her own deduction, this room of hers was the "Tongue-Ripping Hell."

Her deduction was correct—it was indeed exactly that.

For all living persons who engaged in sowing discord, slandering and harming others, being glib-tongued, skillfully arguing sophistry, lying and deceiving people—after death, they would be cast into the Tongue-Ripping Hell.

Here, minor demons would clamp the punished person's mouth, use iron pincers to grip their tongue, and tear it right out!

Although it sounded quite terrifying, Xie Antong instead felt this punishment might not actually be fatal, so she'd gotten rather lucky.

Moreover, these torture instruments were also quite easy to exploit. Before her now was a mass of iron rods she had just tangled together, along with the iron rings on them.

Currently, those six objects were entwined into a tangled mess, tied into impossible knots that completely defied basic topological principles—utterly impossible to unravel!

Furthermore, she had also inserted several weapons she never used into the mess.

Things like short swords, long-handled spears, and such—all backup weapons she had prepared for herself, though she wasn't very skilled with them anyway.

But each of these items possessed the strength of Epic weapons!

The weapons' durability was absolutely top-tier.

She had calculated it all—at these insertion points, either the torture devices would break, or her own weapons would snap.

Otherwise, they couldn't be separated!

Several dozen seconds had already passed since her room's turn began, and the pile before her was still trembling violently, showing no signs whatsoever of coming undone.

Several strands of different energy currents shot out from the six restraint rods, converging together to form a blue-faced, fanged minor demon.

But that minor demon didn't form properly—instead, its body appeared repeatedly twisted, folded, and stacked into an abnormally uncomfortable, deformed posture.

Minor demon: ?

"Gah?"

The minor demon let out a bizarre screech from its mouth, seemingly confused about why it had emerged in this state.

But when it saw Xie Antong's playful gaze before it, it immediately roared and began trying to dismantle the mess.

—It couldn't be taken apart!

This was what you called the power of mathematics.

Instantly, the minor demon's aura explosively surged as it began applying frantic force, trying to break all the weapons Xie Antong had jammed into the restraints.

Its strength was considerable too—several Epic-grade weapons instantly emitted mournful creaks and groans under the strain.

But they wouldn't break completely anytime soon.

Xie Antong raised an eyebrow, thinking to herself that this minor demon actually had some capability—if she didn't draw on Pleasure's power, she probably wouldn't be its match either.

Tch, but its strength was still quite limited. If Lu Ce had gotten this room, wouldn't he have ripped out this demon's tongue instead?

Oh right, in this room, the real main punishment should be those torture devices—their durability was indeed high.

But right now, they weren't being used...

Two minutes passed, and two buttons had appeared in Xie Antong's room—one red, the other gray.

Xie Antong stepped toward the red button while still watching the minor demon.

The minor demon clearly sensed that the woman's gaze toward it carried something like pity... and disdain?

"Roar!"

The blue-faced minor demon roared furiously, but the several weapons before it still hadn't been completely destroyed.

"You know," Xie Antong glanced at the demon while smiling, "what would happen if I pressed this gray button first?"

"Never mind, I won't do that myself. Everyone, make your own choices."

No one knew who that last sentence was meant for.

But as her words fell, she decisively pressed the red button before her.

Looking back, the minor demon had already disappeared, and the several torture devices that had been trembling in mid-air fell to the ground.

Cracks had appeared on all the Epic-grade weapons.

The Tongue-Ripping Hell's intensity was truly no joke.

However, Xie Antong didn't feel particularly distressed about these weapons—anything below Legendary grade could still be bought with money anyway.

Money itself wasn't particularly useful right now.

And now that she had said what she wanted to say—that was the most crucial part.

Xie Antong let out an inexplicable laugh and began using a special powder to repair the several Epic-grade weapons before her.

At the same time, she looked toward the three screens before her.

Now, all that remained was to see how these people would choose...

......

A single sentence, whether true or false—as long as you can capture people's hearts and speak it—will possess power!

In the various rooms, Perfect Life and "Sin" showed no reaction—they neither had the time nor energy to react anyway, since they still had to endure their punishments.

Both situations appeared quite perilous.

But everyone else, upon hearing Xie Antong's words, instantly wore grave expressions.

In Club Ace's room, that face usually bearing a proud expression muttered heavily:

"What... nonsense are you spouting?"

"What basis do you have?"

Since there was no basis, Xie Antong naturally wouldn't respond to him either.

He would have to judge for himself.

In Chiyo Ming's room, this beautiful old woman also felt quite hesitant.

"Why... would you say that?"

She couldn't help recalling what Chiyo Eine had told her—that Blank was a woman of profound strategic intelligence.

In each room, everyone had different thoughts, but most people's first reaction was that Xie Antong was talking nonsense.

In fact, Xie Antong was indeed talking nonsense.

She only knew that the Bearded Divine Messenger might have some restrictions—what specific restrictions existed, she had absolutely no idea.

But not knowing didn't matter—she could spread rumors instead. Her earlier words were pure fabrication.

Whether something was actually true didn't matter—what mattered was the thoughts of those who heard it, and their corresponding reactions.

Just like when we hear someone is a murderer—even without evidence, we still try to stay away from them.

In Xie Antong's view, human hearts are controllable! And gods are the same!

As long as there's competition, then even gods fear rumors!

Her words only needed to plant seeds of doubt in one person's mind to be effective.

......

"Hehehe..."

In her room, Xie Antong seemed barely able to contain herself, laughing maliciously all alone.

"Tongue-Ripping Hell?"

"Since you've already thrown me in here, if I don't do something fitting for the Tongue-Ripping Hell..."

"How could that be acceptable?"