Chapter 35: Punishment

The Monarch exploded.

In front of everyone in the audience, he was blown to a bloody pulp.

The sudden turn of events left everyone dumbfounded, including Qin Changsheng, who couldn’t believe it—a man who looked every bit the mastermind behind the scenes was so easily shattered into pieces by an explosion.

What kind of act was this?

In the hall, the only one not silent was the punk youth holding a pipa, the very one who had just blown the Monarch to bits with a single song.

The punk youth was completely intoxicated with himself, his face splattered with the Monarch’s blood and flesh, resembling a deranged killer straight out of a B-grade horror flick.

With one hand forming devil horns, he closed his eyes and let out a howl to the sky: “Rock n’ roll—!!!”

In that moment, he was proud, he was triumphant.

But the very next second, that pose froze in place.

The gazes of everyone in the audience shifted—from stunned blankness, to astonishment, and finally to deep, palpable terror.

Because they were witnessing something impossible happening right before their eyes.

“Damn,” Qin Changsheng cursed under his breath, his voice low but his emotions running high.

He saw a figure slowly emerge from behind the punk youth, as if crawling out from the shadows.

Short in stature, dressed like a clown, with a face like a black void—it was the Monarch who had just been blasted to pieces.

“Ah, what a pity. I told you to listen to me first,” the Monarch said regretfully, shaking his head and sighing. “You’ve broken the first rule of the safe house—no attacking the Monarch.”

“As punishment for breaking the rule, I hereby sentence you to death.”

“Huh?” The punk youth finally opened his eyes, as if only now realizing what had happened.

Before he could react further, the Monarch suddenly extended a finger and lightly tapped the punk youth’s waist.

Qin Changsheng saw the sharp claw pierce into the punk youth’s body. When it was pulled out, no blood came with it—only a small black hole remained.

That’s it? That’s the death sentence?

This question lasted only a moment before Qin Changsheng realized just how limited his imagination was.

After being pricked by the Monarch’s claw, the punk youth was dazed. Still lost in the fantasy of having taken down the Monarch, he seemed unaware of what had truly happened.

But soon, something terrifying unfolded.

The first to realize was the punk youth himself. His previously blank expression shifted abruptly. While the others below still hadn’t grasped the situation, his body already sensed something was terribly wrong.

A powerful suction emanated from the black hole at his waist. The bones close to that area began to ache, the pain intensifying relentlessly until his face contorted in agony.

Meanwhile, Qin Changsheng, who had been observing from below, also understood the source of the problem: it all began with the black hole the Monarch’s claw had left behind.

Looking closely, the hole was not a mere puncture wound—it was an actual spatial black hole, from which not even a sliver of light could escape.

Qin Changsheng saw the fabric near the hole being torn apart bit by bit, sucked inward, and with it, the punk youth’s flesh began to split apart.

Overwhelmed by excruciating pain, the punk youth let out a horrifying scream. His eyes bloodshot, his body hunched over, his bones snapping with loud cracking sounds, as if someone was rhythmically clapping woodblocks.

The reaction intensified. The others in the audience quickly grasped the grim truth. Those closest wore expressions as if they had just tasted something vile; some bent over and vomited outright.

The girl who had initially protested was now a sobbing wreck, slumped on the ground.

“No… no…” The punk youth could no longer speak complete sentences. He seemed to be struggling to hold on, but an invisible, ever-growing force was pushing him to the brink of collapse.

“Crack!” A sharp sound shattered all illusions. The punk youth finally gave out; his waist snapped and twisted in an instant, and with the cracking noise, his body curled into a ball.

Qin Changsheng covered his mouth to stifle a scream.

But what came next was the truly horrifying part.

The punk youth’s body was now grotesquely contorted, all limbs twisted backward toward the black hole at his waist. Bones broke and pierced through skin, blood spurting out violently.

Yet the splattered blood didn’t travel far—it suddenly curved mid-air and flowed backward, sucked directly into the black hole.

The punk youth was not dead yet. He still painfully felt the unimaginable torment of broken bones. Tears streamed from his eyes—initially clear, but soon stained red as the vessels burst, turning them into bloodied tears.

He could no longer make a sound. His bones were all snapped by the black hole’s pull. His spine fractured into multiple segments, causing his head to tilt downward as his body twisted into a vortex.

By now, several people in the audience had fainted outright. A heavy silence fell, for in the grip of utmost terror, people forget even how to scream.

Qin Changsheng clenched his teeth so tightly he feared they might shatter.

This was not a mere death sentence. The one on stage was being tortured, and so were those watching.

It was an open public spectacle of brutal slaughter.

The punk youth’s lips began to foaming blood. His neck twisted violently, and he finally died utterly.

But the black hole did not stop. Its relentless suction folded and refolded the punk youth’s corpse as if it were no more than an ordinary towel.

How many times can a body be folded?

Qin Changsheng certainly was not perverse enough to count. He only saw the punk youth’s form shrinking smaller and smaller, his human shape becoming more and more indistinct until, at last, all flesh and bone were sucked into that black hole, vanishing without a trace.

With a soft “thud,” the pipa the punk youth had been clutching fell to the ground, trembling as if alive.

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