Chapter 48: How Many Points?
'Pretty cool...' The Young Master thought to himself as he wandered aimlessly.
The ceiling was rather low. There was a lit torch every twenty meters. It was quiet... And dark.
"Please! Please, let me go!"
"Shut up!" The Disciple moved closer and whispered. "We'll let you out in three days. Better than the Young Master ending your miserable existence, isn't it?"
"That's right. Be thankful to our Young Master who's showing you mercy after you insulted him."
"You're lucky to get away with only this. Be thankful to the Young Master till the end of your life!"
The three Disciples locked the cage, leaving the crying man plunged in darkness, before walking to their Young Master.
"It's done, Young Master-"
"Smells like shit in here. Shit and piss."
"Oh... Um..."
"The Dungeons aren't cleaned often, Young Master."
"All the scum locked in here don't deserve it, Young Master."
"I see." Lei scratched his chin. "It is their own shit and piss after all."
The Young Master turned around and started walking towards the staircase they had walked down to access the Dungeons.
"How many are locked her?"
"It's tough to say, Young Master..."
"How long do they stay here?"
"Until their death, Young Master."
"I see... What happens when all the cages are filled?"
"Umm... They're either put together, or..."
"Or the guards get rid of them, Young Master."
"The guards, huh? The guy standing at the entry?"
"That's correct, Young Master."
"Ahhh... I remember when I was on Dungeon Duty..."
"Terrible days indeed..."
The Young Master and the Disciples arrived at the staircase and,
"You can go."
The Disciples scratched their heads for a bit, and left.
"You."
"Young Master." The guard bowed.
"Walk with me."
"Of course, Young Master."
They walked silently for a while.
The Young Master counted thirty cages, each filled with one inmate.
Even though thick bars of metal separated them, the prisoners were still chained up.
Some had a chain around their neck, tying them to the ceiling, some had their wrists tied behind their backs, and others had their body completely chained up to the iron chair they were seated on.
Additionally, strange pieces of what looked like paper were placed on their bodies. On these pieces of paper were drawn marks and signs.
'Seals of some kind? Not all prisoners have them... Seals to take away their ability to use Qi?'
The existence of such things was very interesting to Lei, who had just found how useful and powerful a tool Qi was.
'The dangerous ones are tied to a chair and have multiple Seals on their bodies... Others only have one Seal and are tied to the ceiling from their neck or to the walls from their wrists. Interesting... I suppose the stronger ones are kept to be used... I can think of a couple of ways to use them...'
The Young Master turned towards the guard who had been walking three steps behind, with his gaze stuck to the ground.
"Why don't we get rid of them?" The Young Master asked.
"I..." The guard thought for a bit. "I couldn't say, Young Master."
"Speak freely." The Young Master sighed.
"Many of the prisoners are Martial Artists who have sinned. Some... Even esteemed Martial Artists... At least, they were, once. We do not know which Sects they are from, or which Sects they used to be from, so..."
"I see. I suppose holding them here doesn't cost much." The Young Master clenched his fist and, "Go. Get yourself something to eat."
The guard caught the Silver Coin that had been flipped his way before protesting.
"But, Young Master... I'm not supposed to leave my-"
"Just go. Come back in two or three hours. Shouldn't be an issue, right?"
The guard pressed his lips together, remained unmoving for a couple of seconds, then turned around and walked away.
The Young Master continued walking through the Dungeons, studying the cells, the Seals, and staring down the prisoners.
Some averted their gazes, some stared, others spat on the ground.
'The Seals aren't the same either. Some have one mark, others have two... I suppose those with three marks are the strongest. I wonder if-'
"Ha! Lucky son of a bitch." A prisoner muttered as he spat on the ground.
"Mm?" The Young Master stopped walking and, with wide eyes, turned towards that prisoner. "What was that?"
The prisoner spat again. This time, the spit landed three centimeters away from the Young Master's boots.
"I said you're a lucky son of a bitch that I'm chained in here. Otherwise..."
"Otherwise...?" The Young Master walked closer to the cell, until centimeters separated him from the iron bars. "Keep going."
"Otherwise, a pretty boy like you would already be screaming. I'd already have gnawed your hands off, put on your knees, and spread your legs until you screamed. I'd make you scream until you admit to being my bitch, then I'd cut you in two and slurp up your guts..."
"Make me your bitch...?" The Young Master placed his hands on the iron bars and stuck his face between them. "But you're in chains. I'd have an easier time making you mine, don't you think?"
"You're truly lucky..." The prisoner was seething. Veins popped on his neck and bold head and squeezed his muscles, trying to break free from his chains. "You have no idea how many pretty boys like you I've broken. How many Young Masters screamed my name as I fucked them into submission after cutting their limbs off... Fuck... I might get a boner..."
"You're fucked up, old man!" Lei shouted, his eyes sparkling. "You'll do just fine!"
Before the prisoner could say a word, the key was turned, and the door to his cell was opened.
The prisoner contracted his muscles further, as an animalistic fervor took him over!
"I was told they starve you in here..." The Young Master walked into the cell, amused. "But you seem energetic."
"I'm going to..."
The prisoner talked, shouted, breathed heavily, and even drooled.
The Young Master had stopped listening to the atrocities being shouted.
From the way those atrocities were described, it was clear that the prisoner was speaking from experience.
Two steps separated the two.
The prisoner's words only stopped when,
'What the... Where the hell did that come from??'
"Ouff... Heavy." The Young Master whispered, as he held a long and large hammer of stone that reached the ground easily.
It was the Earth-Qi Hammer that had been purchased from the system.
"Wait... Wait...!"
The Young Master wasn't listening.
"Hop!"
The Weapon was swung and,
"ARGHHH! YOU SON OF A...! ARGHHH!! I'll..."
The weight and impact were more than enough to not only break but crush the prisoner's foot.
"How many Points will this be worth, I wonder?"
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