Chapter 8: The Depth Of Suffering

Mark's mind reeled in terror as Alex's words painted a vivid picture of his future. He was going to be completely at Alex's mercy, unable to even defend himself.

The gang members in the room seemed to be enjoying the show, their eyes fixed on Mark with a mixture of fascination and cruelty.

Alex's grip was like a vice as he raised Mark's hands, folding them in ways they weren't meant to bend. The sound of snapping bones and tearing ligaments filled the air, accompanied by Mark's ear-piercing screams.

Mark begged and pleaded, using every name he could think of - his parents, God, anyone who might make Alex stop. But Alex just laughed, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.

The gang members watched in rapt attention, their faces twisted in cruel grins. Some of them were even recording the scene on their comms devices, eager to share the footage with others.

After what seemed like an eternity, Alex finished breaking Mark's hands, the bones shattered and twisted at unnatural angles. Mark's screams had turned to sobs, his body shaking uncontrollably.

But Alex wasn't done yet. He turned his attention to Mark's legs, grasping them with the same cruel grip. Mark's screams reached a fever pitch as Alex started breaking his legs, the sound of snapping bones echoing through the room once more.

The thirty-plus people in the room were now laughing and cheering, urging Alex on as he continued his brutal work. Mark's body was now a twisted, broken mess, his screams fading into whimpers as he lost consciousness.

Alex's face twisted in a scowl as he watched Mark's eyes flutter closed, his body going limp. But instead of feeling satisfied, Alex's anger only grew. He wanted to crush Mark's skull, to end his life in an instant. But something stayed his hand.

He realized that killing Mark quickly would be a mercy, and Alex didn't want to give him that. He wanted Mark to suffer, to die a slow and painful death.

With a snarl, Alex turned away from Mark's broken form and stalked over to his couch, sinking down onto the plush cushions. He turned to the room, his eyes scanning the faces of his gang members.

"We'll have to postpone the mission for now," he growled. "Unless... unless the Mafia boos has a level four Chimeran that can deal with Officer Chris. Then we might have a chance."

The room fell silent, the gang members exchanging nervous glances. Alex's gaze narrowed.

"Or you guys should report back to your gang leaders, tell them I need more time to find someone suitable to carry out the mission."

Alex's voice dripped with malice as he continued. "But I want to make one thing clear: he pointed to mark I don't want him to die yet. I want him to suffer. And I want him to know that he's going to suffer."

The gang members nodded, their faces set with determination. They knew better than to cross Alex, and they knew that Mark's fate was all but sealed.

Alex's wicked smile grew even wider as he thought of the perfect way to dispose of Mark's broken body. "Leo, my friend," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "I want you to take Mark's... fragile form to the Neitherworld Pit. Dump him on one of the mountains there, where the Chaos Beasts can feast on him. I'll make sure to provide transport fees to go and come back for you."

Leo nodded, his face expressionless. "Consider it done, Alex.

Alex's gaze turned inward, his mind racing with the next step in his plan. Who could he use to retrieve the password from the box now that Mark was out of the picture? Officer Chris trusted no one else, but Mark was no longer an option.

As he pondered, Alex's eyes narrowed. He needed someone with the right skills, someone who could infiltrate Officer Chris's inner circle. But who?

Dismissing the problem for now, Alex turned to the room. "I need some time to gather my thoughts. Leave me."

The gang members filed out of the room, their faces somber. They knew better than to disturb Alex when he was in one of his moods.

As the door closed behind them, Alex's smile returned. He would find a way to get what he wanted, no matter the cost.

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As Leo carried Mark's broken body away, he couldn't help but think of the infamous Neitherworld Pit. Its history dated back to 2500 BC (Bio-Chrono), a time when the world became shrouded in mystery and terror. The pit was said to be a portal to not only the demonic domain but also other galaxies and planets.

Legends spoke of terrifying and huge monsters that emerged from the pit, wreaking havoc on the world above. That was until 4550 BC, when a brilliant and powerful scientist finally managed to block the portal. But even to this day, low-level Chaos Beasts and monsters still emerged from the pit, drawn to the darkness and eerie energy that surrounded it.

The Neitherworld Pit was a place of dark legend, a place where even the bravest of warriors feared to tread. Its surroundings were shrouded in perpetual darkness, the air thick with an eerie, unnatural silence. The pit itself was surrounded by mountains of various sizes, their peaks lost in the swirling mists that seemed to cling to the area like a bad omen.

As Leo approached the netherworld pit territory, he could feel the weight of history bearing down on him. He knew that he was about to condemn Mark to a fate worse than death - a fate of eternal torment and suffering at the hands of the Chaos Beasts that lurked within the pit's depths.

When he reached the border of the Neitherworld Pit, he couldn't help but shudder at the eerie feelings that emanated from it. The air seemed to vibrate with an otherworldly energy, making his skin crawl. Steeling himself, he began to climb the first mountain, its peak towering over thirty meters above him.

The ascent was grueling, but Leo is not a regular human he is a Chimeran though not even level one yet but it is enough for him to scale the rocky face with ease. Finally, he reached the summit, where he paused to gaze out at the sea of mountains stretching before him.

With a deep breath, Leo started jumping from mountain to mountain, his enhanced strength and agility allowing him to clear vast distances with ease. But as he ventured deeper into the Neitherworld Pit, the eerie feelings grew stronger, until he could barely bear it.

His nerves stretched to the breaking point, Leo spotted a mountain peak over fifty meters tall and dumped Mark's broken body onto it. He didn't linger, turning to race back the way he came, desperate to escape the pit's unsettling energy.

As he fled, the darkness seemed to close in around him, the silence punctuated by the sound of his own ragged breathing. Leo didn't dare look back, fearing what he might see. He knew that Mark was now at the mercy of the Chaos Beasts, and the thought sent a shiver down his spine.