Rhea’s response was quick. She stepped aside and dodged, but the man reacted quickly and whipped around, throwing himself over with his arms open. He chased after her in circles in the small room as if it was a game.
Just as the man closed in, Rhea spun around and threw a handful of powder onto his face. She quickly jabbed him with an anesthetic syringe as he winced and halted in his path. Within seconds, he slumped onto the floor and could no longer move.
Although he felt limp, his mind grew awake. He rubbed his eyes hard, and his roar turned into a whimper. When he opened his eyes again, he felt dizzy for a moment.
“Rhea?”
“I haven’t seen you for a few days. Do you miss me?” Rhea curled her lips into a smile.
The man might find her smile rather charming under different circumstances and if they were in another place.
Austin snorted twice and wanted to chastise her, but he had no energy for it and could only flutter his eyelids and roll his eyes.
However, Rhea was pleased with his performance. “Why? I transferred you to a more comfortable place, and you’re still dissatisfied? Tsk, Tsk! You don’t enjoy staying in that basement, do you?”
“Just go ahead and kill me!” He was in such agony for the last two days that he wished he was dead.
“Don’t wish for death! It’s good to be alive. You proclaim to be a miracle doctor and could save people’s lives. How could you seek death?” Rhea was pleased with herself and revealed a devilish smile. “Since you’re so capable, can’t you save yourself?”
“You demons should go to hell!” He cursed her in a soft and weak voice.
‘Judging from the current situation, he’s the one who’s going to hell soon, isn’t he?’
Rhea did not care much about curses and shrugged. “I don’t mind. I would love to see what it’s like in hell since our world is already screwed. Haven’t you heard? Hell is empty, and all devils are here!” She giggled. “We might as well cleanse the world and let nature choose who to bring to hell. How’s that?”
“What are you up to experimenting on human bodies? To rule the world?” Austin was barely able to sit up. He regained some strength but could not get to his feet.
He was dirty and had lost his elegant demeanor. He caught his breath but struggled to keep himself awake.
Although he had no idea what was inside him, he knew it should be a virus. Whenever he got riled up, he felt like splitting apart. Since it happened more and more frequently, he also grew exhausted.
However, each time it happened, he felt stronger before he suffered another insufferable phase a while later. It repeated, and he had no idea when it would stop.
Indeed, he thought about dying and tried to slam himself onto the wall, but Rhea was right that humans strived to stay alive and should not seek death. Despite the suffering, he did not wish to die. He wanted to live and see how they would get their comeuppance.
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