Awakening: God-Tier Adaptive System
Chapter 28: A Good Person ?

Chapter 28: A Good Person ?

The man thrashed against the restraints, muffled grunts escaping from behind the tape covering his mouth.

Neo rolled his eyes and yanked the tape off.

"You... who are you—"

Neo grabbed the jaw, forcing his prey to look straight into his cold, piercing eyes.

"Let’s cut to the chase." His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "What is this place?"

The man clamped his mouth shut.

"I ASKED YOU A FUCKING QUESTION! " Neo’s grip tightened, his fingers pressing hard against the man’s jawbone.

But no answer came.

"Do I not look scary to you ? Can’t you see my bald head?" He pointed upward.

"All I need is a bunch of tattoos, and I could pass as a gang member."

Unfortunately, the man refused to budge at all.

Annoyed, Neo clicked his tongue and glanced around the room. His eyes locked onto a pair of red scissors resting on a nearby table.

The man’s gaze followed, and a flicker of fear crossed his face. His fingers twitched slightly, but he remained silent, waiting for his captor to speak first.

Neo never did.

He just drove the scissors straight into the man’s leg.

A bolt of pain shot through the man’s lower body, but before a real scream could leave his throat, a wad of tissue paper was stuffed into his mouth, choking back the sound.

Neo twisted the handle, grinding the blades against muscle and bone.

"See what happens when you act tough? What do you think I’d do if you don’t fucking talk? Praise you for being a good and loyal employee?"

Neo ripped the scissors free, flesh tearing as blood poured onto the floor.

Before the man could have a break, the blade sank into his other leg.

"And now, even if you beg me, I have to torture you. Because you’re a tough guy, right? You should get a raise for being so damn professional."

He pulled back the scissors again, then plunged the blade into the man’s thigh, dangerously close to vital organs.

"UHMM...UHMMM!" A muffled, desperate cry escaped as the man’s entire body shook.

He wanted to talk now—wanted to beg—but no chance was given.

Neo didn’t stop. He kept stabbing, over and over, carving holes into the legs like it was just a game.

STAB!

STAB!

STAB!

He stopped abruptly, his eyes turning to the growing pool of blood spreading across the floor.

"Are you ready to talk now?"

The gag was removed, and the man immediately broke down, sobbing as he gasped out,

"Yes! Yes! I’ll talk! Please!"

Neo crouched down, resting his bloodstained scissors on the man’s trembling thigh.

"Good. Let’s start simple. What is this place?

The man swallowed hard. "This place is called Little Vermouth Island."

Neo’s expression did not change. The name didn’t ring any bells.

He knew of a famous island that started with "Little," but that was a whole different kind of place—one involving rich creeps and a lot of hush money.

"Where exactly is this place? What continent?"

The man coughed, struggling to steady his breath

"I don’t know... We were shipped here in containers. No way to tell where we were going."

"Stop lying to me!" A sharp slap cracked across the man’s face, snapping his head to the side.

"I swear! I don’t know!"

"Liar!" Another slap landed, harder this time, whipping the man’s head in the opposite direction.

His breathing turned ragged, tears mixing with the blood trickling from his split lip.

"P-please! I’m telling the truth!" he sputtered. "We’re just disposable workers! We don’t get to ask questions!"

Neo didn’t listen. He just kept hitting—well, more like venting.

SLAP!

SLAP!

By the time he finally stopped, his target’s face was swollen and red, eyes barely able to open.

Neo tilted his head, pretending to give it some thought.

"Well, okay. I believe you now. You don’t seem to be lying."

SLAP!

"Yeah, that last one was personal. Sorry about that," he chuckled darkly, not sounding sorry at all.

Neo looked to be enjoying it all too much, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t a bit concerned by the changes in his thought process.

But what could he do? It’s not like he could just stop being crazy just because he was aware of it.

A human mind didn’t work that way. Sometimes, those who were crazy weren’t even self-aware of it and would get defensive if they were called out.

Him being violent and evil, yet still maintaining his logic and common sense, actually wasn’t so bad after everything he’d experienced in this hellish place.

"Next question, what are they doing here? Why are they injecting those drugs?"

The man groaned, his swollen face twitching. "E-experiments,"

He no longer dared to delay his answer, realizing he was dealing with a psychopath—a monster those very doctors had created themselves.

SLAP!

"You think I don’t know that?. You think what I went through was some kind of jamboree or something? Of course, it’s an experiment!"

The man broke down, sobbing. No matter what he said, he ended up getting beaten anyway.

There was no right answer—Neo was just too outrageous.

SLAP!

"The hell are you crying for?" Neo scoffed. "I should be the one crying. I ended up bald because of you sick bastards!"

[DING!]

[MISSION: TORTURE YOUR TARGET TO DEATH]

Neo saw the annoying window pop up again and clicked his tongue in frustration.

Grabbing the man’s jaw, he forced him to look up.

"Do you see this thing? Huh? Do you see this window?"

The man’s swollen eyes darted around in confusion.

"Alright, let me help you,"

SLAP!

"Do you see it now?"

SLAP!

"How about now?"

The man’s head snapped to the side, his vision fading. His swollen eyes barely stayed open as he whimpered, "I can see it now... please... stop hitting me. "

"Oh, great! Now read it to me," He patted the man’s bruised cheek, not gently.

"What does it say? And you better not be lying... or else."

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