Chapter 22: The Ugliest Face of Mankind

Flanders stood behind Suo as he reached out with his right hand, gently pinching Suo's neck with a slender straw finger.

Suo, on the other hand, was already in tears. His entire body was trembling uncontrollably.

He sensed that the strange creature behind him could kill him instantly.

As a member of the Mage Association, his life was actually in the hands of a strange creature.

In the past, when he had just learned magic and joined the Mage Association, he was what the seniors called 'a promising newcomer'.

Suo was so high-spirited that he looked down on the world.

It was as if the whole world was no longer in his eyes.

Now, he had been a member of the Mage Association for an entire year.

Yet, in front of a strange creature, he was so scared that tears and snot flowed out of his eyes and nose in front of his team members.

Suo felt that his life might be over soon.

Even if he could return alive, he would probably become a joke to everyone.

Subconsciously, Suo looked at Lucius who was clutching his broken arm. His face was pale.

This glance made him feel even more ashamed.

This 'F-class trash' that he had looked down on before actually displayed astonishing willpower at this moment.

Even under the pain of losing his arm, he did not try to flee at all. He did not even make a sound.

As for himself, what was he?

"Young man, you seem to be very afraid."

A straw head slowly stretched out from behind Suo's shoulder. Some of the scarecrow's messy straw strands that had not been combed out gently brushed Suo's face.

This time, Suo's body could not help but tremble violently.

He wanted to say that he was a noble mage and that he would never succumb to strange creatures.

He wanted to say that he was a genius rookie in the Mage Association and that he had only been careless for a moment.

He wanted to say that he was not afraid of death and to ask his leader and team members to ignore him and attack the scarecrow.

However, these words that he had imagined could not be said.

Instead, what came out of his mouth was, "Don't kill me. Please, don't kill me."

After saying this, Suo completely discarded his reputation.

He was no longer imagining the scene that should have happened in his heart.

He finally returned to reality, and the reality was that his life was in the hands of the scarecrow.

And he, Suo...

Wanted to live.

"As long as you spare my life, I'll do anything you want me to do.

"Please, let me go. Spare my life."

At this moment, the trembling of Suo's body had become much less intense, as if he had become a little calmer than before.

However, the words he spoke were even more insane.

Lucius looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief.

He used to be so high-spirited and confident.

Now, in order to survive, he actually begged for mercy from a strange creature.

He even said he would do anything for him.

He could not believe his ears and eyes.

"Suo, do you know what you're saying?" the leader with the buzz cut said coldly.

"Ha... Hahaha."

When Suo heard the buzz cut man's words, the tears in his eyes grew even more turbulent.

He opened his trembling lips and said with a slightly deranged smile, "You've been in the Mage Association for eight years. How would you know how difficult it is for us rookies?

"I'm about to f*cking die right now!

"I'm about to f*cking die!

"Not everyone can be as expressionless as you!"

At this point, Suo could no longer continue.

He bit his lip and closed his eyes.

Finally, in order to justify his actions, he compared himself to an ordinary newbie.

In order to save his life, Suo ultimately abandoned the pride he once cared about the most.

...

Looking at the young man in front of him who was originally arrogant but now appeared to be a coward, Flanders had a satisfied expression.

This was the ugliness of human nature.

This ugliness, this face, would always surprise him.

Flanders had killed a lot of people over the last few days.

Some were crying, some were cursing, some were trying to resist, but when they found that there was nothing else they could do, they were all dazed.

Some were even scared to the point of incontinence, but no one had ever brought him this much fun.

"Now, now, are you really a member of the Mage Association?"

Flanders revealed an intoxicated and sarcastic smile. He caressed Suo's face and said, "This is really an eye-opener for me.

"You'll do whatever I want. Does that include killing your own companions?"

Hearing this, the faces of the other members turned pale.

This strange creature was actually so evil and cruel!

Upon hearing this, Suo's body trembled again, but he only pursed his lips and could not say a word. In the end, he nodded his head heavily.

He had completely abandoned his dignity and sold his soul to the Devil.

However, the Devil refused to accept this soul with a smile.

He pierced his sharp straw fingers into Suo's lungs.

The intense pain and the lack of oxygen made Suo's shocked eyes lose focus.

From anger, to fear, to begging for mercy and even betrayal, to astonishment.

In just a few minutes, it was as if Suo's emotions were riding a roller coaster, constantly changing.

At the last moment, he used whatever consciousness he had left to turn his head to look at Flanders who was standing behind him.

He looked at his straw-like face that was filled with pure malice.

"Don't dream of resting in peace. Even if you go to Hell, I'll always enslave you."

This was the last sentence Suo heard before his consciousness became blurry.

Then, it was filled with contempt, ridicule, and pure malice.

The scarecrow's black mouth, those narrowed eyes, and that grin that reached his ears were also frozen in his mind.

[Fear points: +800.]

[Fear points: +1,200.]

[Fear points: +2,300.]

The information obtained from the fear points appeared in Flanders's mind continuously.

These fear points were not given by several people.

It was given by one person.

Before he died, Suo fell into the most helpless, desperate, and regretful kind of fear.

He would never get out.

Watching Suo slowly fall to the ground in front of Flanders, complicated emotions filled the leader's eyes.

He could not believe the changes he saw in Suo, but at the same time, he felt that it was natural.

Emotions were a complicated thing, but the leader did not have time to deal with them.

He could only stare at Flanders and signal to the other members to leave.

However, Lucius ignored the leader's signal.

"My brother died by his hands. I won't leave, I cannot leave."

Although he was a little afraid, as an older brother, he had to avenge his brother.

At the same time, as a member of the Mage Association, he had to face this danger.

At this moment, the buzz-cut man looked at him with a hint of admiration.

He could understand Lucius's stance.

However, there was still one person in the team who did not need to stay.

The buzz-cut man looked at the last surviving member, wanting to remind him to take this opportunity to leave.

However, what he saw was the same scene—the team member was kneeling on the ground with tears streaming down his face.

Fear!

Flanders slowly walked to the side of the team member who had fallen into his illusion of Fear and gently placed a straw palm on the team member's head.

He grinned at the buzz-cut man.

"Don't tell me you think the few of you will be able to return alive."