The black market boss, his face frozen blue, watched as Zayne calmly drank an entire cup of water loaded with sedatives and casually wiped his mouth.
Shock filled his eyes.
Why? Why is the sedative useless against you?
Want to know? Zayne asked with a faint smile.
The black market boss nodded.
Then tell me first. How many people know my organs can regenerate? Zayne countered.
The man's lips had already turned purple from the cold.
Only me. That day, I saw you sell two kidneys and your corneas. I figured you would not live much longer anyway, so I thought I might as well recycle you. Bring you back, harvest whatever organs were left, and take the money back at the same time.
But I never expected that even after going blind, you could still move through the black market like nothing was wrong. That caught my interest. After some investigation, I found out you were an orphan. That is when I had my people set a trap and bring you here.
Zayne slowly stepped closer.
Only you? Somehow that feels like a lie.
I wanted the secret of organ regeneration all to myself, so I never told anyone. Not even my subordinates. They only knew they were kidnapping you, not why. The black market boss spoke honestly.
I have told you everything I know. Now it is your turn. Why are you not afraid of the sedative? he pressed.
Oh? Do you want me to explain it to you, or to the one hiding behind you?
Zayne grabbed the man's dagger and slashed downward, severing his left arm in one clean motion. The arm, frozen solid, hit the floor and shattered into a spray of ice fragments. At the same time, a small black miniature camera fell from his clenched hand.
Zayne bent down, picked up the camera under the man's pale gaze, and activated a Forbidden Spell. Red purple Hellfire surged out, reducing the camera to ash.
Who is backing you? Zayne asked, placing the blade against the man's throat.
Heh. Kill me. The black market boss closed his eyes in resignation. If I do not tell you, only I die. If I do, my family will all...
As you wish.
Before he could finish, Zayne's blade flashed. The man's head rolled across the floor like a melon, his face frozen in disbelief, as if he never expected Zayne to act so decisively.
After dealing with him, Zayne turned the blade on himself. He performed a clean, practiced incision and removed his own stomach.
Inside it were several layers of plastic bags. The sedative laced food he had eaten was sealed inside, never touching his stomach lining.
He was immortal, but toxins still affected him. They just could not kill him. Afraid the bags might leak, he had wrapped them five layers thick.
As for why plastic bags, first, plastic was a polymer that would not degrade naturally or be corroded by stomach acid. Second, they were cheap.
After removing the food, Zayne stuffed his organs back into his body and let them regenerate.
To be safe, he decided not to leave a single person alive on the farm. He immediately activated another Forbidden Spell.
Forbidden Spell Necrotic Dominion.
Forbidden Spell Necrotic Dominion: The Forbidden Spellcaster's brain cells die at a rate of one hundred million per second, forming a sealed domain bound by countless undead creatures. Until the Forbidden Spellcaster dies, this domain cannot be broken.
Note: If the domain is attacked, the death of the Forbidden Spellcaster's brain cells will accelerate.
The moment the spell activated, countless pale skeleton warriors clawed their way out of the ground, ghostly green soul flames burning in their hollow eye sockets.
Then headless knights, bone dragons, liches, and all kinds of undead emerged one after another, encircling the entire farm. Unless Zayne was killed, no one would escape.
The people inside the farm were completely terrified. They had never seen anything like this. It looked like a natural disaster made flesh.
Fortunately, the undead did not attack. They merely stood guard around the perimeter.
Zayne stepped out of the private room, a knife in one hand and the black market boss's head in the other.
Boss?
Ravi, who had been guarding the door, froze in terror. He had heard strange noises earlier, but remembering the order that no one was to enter without permission, he stayed put. He never imagined he would end up witnessing the boss's corpse.
Get him. Take this kid down. Ravi shouted.
The surrounding bodyguards rushed forward. They were all Awakened, but none of them were particularly strong.
Forbidden Spell Hellfire Armageddon.
One spell was all it took. Most of the attackers were incinerated instantly.
You... how are you awake? Ravi collapsed onto the ground, his face deathly pale. He clearly remembered confirming Zayne was unconscious.
Thanks to you, I woke up. By the way, I have a question. Zayne said with a smile as he approached.
Who is the one behind you?
Ravi's pupils shrank violently. His throat bobbed, but he said nothing.
Not talking?
A cruel smile spread across Zayne's face. He stabbed the knife straight into the chest of a bodyguard who was still barely alive nearby.
The bodyguard stared at him in disbelief, as if wanting to say, stab him, why are you stabbing me?
You are a devil. Ravi's fear deepened. The teenager before him was the embodiment of a demon, killing with casual indifference.
He had no idea that when Zayne was experimenting with his immortality, he had been far more brutal than this.
So, can you talk now? Zayne pulled the knife out and walked toward another bodyguard badly burned by Hellfire Armageddon, glancing at Ravi as he asked.
The one behind us is not someone you can afford to provoke. I advise you to leave. Ravi gritted his teeth.
Zayne responded with another emotionless stab. Another corpse hit the ground.
This time, Zayne did not move on to another bodyguard. He stopped in front of Ravi.
Whether I can afford to provoke him does not matter. What matters is that if you do not talk, you die right now. Think carefully.
As he spoke, Zayne raised the blade.
Ravi's terror peaked.
I will talk. I will talk. The person behind the boss is the underground king of Old Shipyard Port. Dano.