Chapter 5: Why Are You So Desperate For My Balls?

"Hahahaha, Friends! Look who's there, our dessert for today, a royalty!" the bald man chortled.

The three-four men around him began to laugh boisterously; the skinny boy also joined them and gave a fake laugh to not appear the odd one out, but on the inside, he was cursing their families.

'You bald fuck! You're gonna get all of us assassinated'

The bald man closed the distance between himself and Desoreth and tried to intimidate the latter to show his dominance, but it had absolutely zero effect on Desoreth.

"Hahaha, this is a feisty one, I'm gonna have a lot of fun skinning him," he laughed, and moving his mouth near Desoreth's ear, he whispered, "Make sure you scream properly and keep us all well entertained."

Desoreth simply stared at him and didn't say anything.

"Tie him down!" The bald man yelled.

*Clink* *Clank* *Clink* *Clank*

The bald man then took out a sharp blade, wiped it clean of any remaining blood, and brought the blade's tongue to Desoreth's forehead.

He began to slowly flay Desoreth, the blade penetrated his skin, blood dripped, and the skin was slowly peeled off the body.

The skinny boy saw everything from the sidelines, and even he felt that this was extremely ruthless.

After all, Desoreth was now cuffed in magic-restraint chains, so he couldn't use magic to reinforce his physique. What he had now was his natural, normal body, no doubt, it was multiple times stronger than the average human's body, but the weapon used to skin him was also an enchanted one, stronger and sharper than any normal weapon.

The bald guy flaying him was enjoying it with a creepy grin on his scarred mug, and some of the guys surrounding them seemed disturbed, whereas the others looked used to the scene and appeared indifferent.

Desoreth didn't care about it though, he had been hurt countless times before, and never once did he experience the so-called pain.

"Now, let me hear your pretty screams. Scream, scream, scream, Scream!!" the bald man shouted.

Desoreth knew that this was going to have no effect on him, but he was surprised to feel the heat coming from his clutched palm. This was the first time in his entire life that he had felt hot.

'What is happening….?'

'Is this heat? But, how can I feel it?'

'It's coming from the coin that my ancestor gave me, Oh, it's beginning to spread…'

Soon, Desoreth's whole body was enveloped in a warm heat, but nobody other than him noticed it.

"Scream! You Royal asshole!" The bald man had skinned Desoreth from his forehead to his chest, but he wasn't able to generate even a single grunt from him, so this made him pissed. "Bring the cutter, I will cut his balls."

"B-boss, I think it's enoug—

"Who the Fuck do you think you are refuting?! Just do as I say, and bring me a fucking cutter!" The bald man smacked the guy in the face who tried to stop him.

"If I don't get my Fucking Cutter in the next twenty seconds, I'm going to make sure none of you leave here with your balls intact." The man with the bald head roared.

"Hehe, why are you so desperate to cut everyone's balls? Don't you have your own? Did your wife take them?" Desoreth mocked weakly, but everyone around him heard it loud and clear.

The bald man's face was stunned, and his entire body stiffened as if his deepest secrets had been laid bare for the public to stare at.

"No way! You can't be serious, Did I hit the jackpot? I was just kidding," Desoreth looked at the bald man's stunned expression and knew that his baseless words just got the sturdiest foundation.

The rest of the people present were also staring with wide eyes at their boss and Desoreth. 'Damn! The Boss is going to get mad,' some of the people thought and swallowed their saliva.

"Wuhahahahaha"

"Shut the Fuck Up!" The bald man raged and crushed Desoreth's throat with a smash, though it took his laughter away, it wasn't able to hide the mockery in Desoreth's eyes, so he pierced them with his blade.

*Puchi*

'Is this what my ancestor meant when he said endure it?' Desoreth had started to feel the pain when the warm energy enveloped him, and it only got stronger by the second.

As this was the first time he experienced the pain, he knew that he wouldn't be able to stop himself from screaming, so he wanted to agitate the executioner and speed up his execution. 'Ancestor had something like this, why didn't he tell anyone? If I had gotten this coin before, could I have felt the other emotions too? Oh, is what I'm feeling now…regret? This is truly marvelous.'

The bald man was left fuming as Desoreth's body went limp, but he didn't unclutch his hands until the very end, his fingers dug deep into his palm, and blood flowed, but he didn't toss the coin away.

'Though not for long, my wish did come true…' with a grin on his skinned, bloodied, and un-eyed face, Desoreth Rasmov Varnis finally departed this land.

"Damn it! Bastard ruined my whole fucking mood," the bald man spat on Desoreth's dead body. "Toss him in the incinerator."

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'Uhh, Where...am I? What is this place?'

In a deep, dark, Abyss-like place, a silhouette appeared out of nothingness, it wasn't a physical body but rather only transparent and light-like.

'I can't see, feel, or sense anything, is this the afterlife?'

'The coin?!' Desoreth quickly shifted his eyes toward his right hand, which was still clenched into a fist.

He slowly peeled his fingers away and once again saw the smooth, grey circular coin resting on his palm.

As soon as he opened his palm, the coin began to float, 'What the–'

*Catch*

'Even though it was for a brief interval, there is no doubt about it. I suffered pain, I felt a slight regret, the warmth generated from the heat, the exhilaration, and in just a tiny moment I went through a myriad of emotions…' Desoreth looked at the coin with exultancy.