THE DARK ROOM
Darsh gave a bag full of gold coins to the old lady in front of him and in a while received the herbs. After that, he walked out of the shop and sneaked into one of the streets nearby to wait for Ravian. It was an undisputed fact that Ravian had tried to kill him and Darsh was not a saint to let him go after such a thing.
Darsh was a very calculative person and after he had lost his parents, he had also become very ruthless to himself and others. This created a deep void in Darsh's personality and his soul. Because of the love and care he had received after coming to this world, this deep void started to fill up but this was not easy.
The hatred, longing, sadness, and other such emotions had made his inner void even deeper. Darsh had become a person who could do anything to achieve his goals because of this deep void within him. He had become a cold and emotionless demon because of it.
It was a chilly day in the city and on this chilly day, there was a figure walking out of the Buti shop. The figure slowly went into a narrow street, unbeknownst to him that there was another person besides him just waiting for him.
Darsh suddenly charged at Ravian at a speed not visible to the naked eye and hit him unconscious with his hand on his neck. Darsh had now become accustomed to his increased strength and while hitting Ravian he used the most adequate amount of force. Normally, a normal person like him could not perform at such a high skill level but he had now reached the peak of Manas Initialization Realm.
With his calculative prowess, it was nothing more than a parlor trick for him.
An hour later.
When Ravian regained his senses, he saw an unfamiliar ceiling. He immediately tried to stand up but to his dismay, he was tied by thick
The next thing he saw was a dark, damped room. Water droplets could be heard in the entire room echoing. Ravian tried to free himself. In his struggle, he heard a voice.
"Hahaha... It is futile, no matter how hard you try. You're only at the peak stage of Vijnamaya level."
Ravian felt a shiver down his spine after hearing that childish yet cold and ruthless voice.
"Did you really think that you would be able to run away from me after ambushing me?!"
"Wh... Who are you?" Ravian's face was pale and could feel his pants getting wet.
In a while, as the face of his captor was revealed, Ravian felt a strong wave of anger running into his body.
"You... How dare you?! Do you know who I am!" Ravian's face was distorted because of the anger he was feeling.
"I don't know. Do you not even know you are!"
Darsh laughed at his own joke and released a strong killing intent directed toward Ravian.
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"Hmm... The Bhoja family."
Seeing Darsh in deep thought, Ravian thought that he had gotten scared after hearing his family's name.
"Yes, I am from the Bhoja family. You dare to tie me up here in this place. Release me quickly or you will die with your whole family."
Just as he said these words, Darsh felt angry from his deepest core, a surge of emotion rising like wildfire within him. With a bone-chilling laugh, Drash said: "Hahaha... You will kill my whole family and me? Do you have the chance? Ravian Drake, I will definitely not let you die after you have said something so vicious like this. You will be seeing the epitome of pain and... despair before your final breath. Mark my words, Ravian Drake. I will tear away everything you hold dear, piece by piece, until there's nothing left but your shattered soul begging for mercy."
Darsh's eyes gleamed with fury as his voice dropped to a menacing whisper. "And mercy... is something you'll never receive from me."
Ravian knew he had done something he shouldn't have.
"Please... Please! Don't!"
"Don't worry, if you answer some of my questions, I will let you live."
As Darsh calmed down a bit, he said to Ravian. Seeing a little hope in front of him, Ravian quickly quieted down and nodded.
"Ask... YOu can ask me anything."
Darsh's voice suddenly became emotionless as he started saying.
"Was the ambush organized by you?"
"What... What ambush?"
Ravian tried to dodge the question.
In an instant, Darsh took out a long silver needle that he had bought before coming to the room for interrogation and you know what. He struck the needle into one of Ravian's thighs. With a loud shrill scream, Ravian started blabbering.
"Yes... Yes, the ambush was organized by me and my Grandpa."
Darsh plucked out the needle as soon as he heard the answer he was looking for. He had learned this torturing technique from Reid's memories. In terms of torturing, he had only seen that in TV shows and movies in his previous life but that was quite enough for him as they gave him some ideas.
"Who is your Grandpa?"
"He was Elder Drake of the destroyed Swaraag sect."
"So where is he now?"
"He... He is dead. He died during the siege of other sects. He had sent me here in advance because he sensed the danger coming."
"Oh... Now tell me everything you know about the Bhoja family."
"Wh... Why?" Ravian hesitated.
"Tell me!" Darsh's voice became furious as he said that.
Hearing Darsh's furious voice, Ravian also let go of his hesitation.
"It is one of the 4 Big Families of the Kuso Empire. The head of the family is a cultivator at the Saint Realm. It has thousands of cultivators at the lower stage of cultivation and hundreds at the middle stage of cultivation. In these hundreds, 13 at the Nascent Spirit Realm, 23 at the Core Formation Realm, and remaining at the Chakra Instigation Realm."
Darsh felt a cold sweat dropping from his forehead but he maintained his dominant face.
"Ok, that's enough. Now you can rest here."
"But you said that you'd let me go."
"No! I said that I'll let you live." Darsh said in a mocking tone.
"But... But..."
"On that note, I also didn't say that I will not torture you."
"No... No, please don't torture me."
Darsh took out 11 more needles, his eyes gleaming with sinister intent, and began pricking the 12 silver needles into different nerve points across Ravian's body. Each precise strike sent waves of unbearable pain coursing through him. The dark room erupted with Ravian's agonized screams, reverberating off the cold stone walls as his voice cracked under the relentless torment, filling the air with the raw sound of suffering.