Read Novel Full Chapter 634: You're More Of A Psycho Then Me!
Chapter 634: You’re More Of A Psycho Then Me!
“Mika you…You actually….You actually…”
Charlotte stumbled back, clutching the cross to keep herself upright as her entire worldview inverted.
She realised in that moment, Mika wasn’t a trapped victim enduring helpless torture.
He was an undercover judge, voluntarily allowing himself to be chained to a stake just to gather evidence on an entire syndicate of high-society demons!
“I don’t consider myself a saint.” Mika said, his voice matter-of-fact. “I’m not like Fauna. I don’t go out of my way to help others. But living with the Battle Angels for so long…some of their sense of justice has rubbed off on me.”
“And when I realized I had an opportunity, a perfect opportunity to identify the hidden evil in this world and root it all out…I decided to take it.”
He looked down at Marcus, and his expression was merciless.
“So from the eighth day onward, every monster who took their turn with the knives and the flames and the tools—they were all revealing themselves to me.”
“They came in thinking they had the upper hand. They laughed and joked and boasted. And while they brutalized me, I was simply…listening.”
Marcus’s knees buckled. He sank to the grass, his face blank with shock.
“I didn’t just stop at recognizing them and their sins.” Mika went on. “I went even further. I wanted to root out everything. So I conversed with them.”
“Talked with them…”
“Asked them questions…”
“And to them, it was just me rambling nonsense while they tortured me.”
“But little did they know, I was pulling out their secrets one by one.”
“Their activities. The people they were linked to. The associates they worked with. All the atrocities they’d committed—and the atrocities others had committed. I was pulling every single entity connected to them under my reins as well!”
He laughed, a dry, scornful sound.
“They were complete idiots! They told me everything the moment I asked, because they were so proud of their achievements! They rambled on and on about every evil thing they’d done, because in the real world they could never speak of such things.”
“The moment they realized they could say anything they wanted to me…they treated me like a therapist. A confessor. Someone they could pour their filth into without consequence.”
His voice dripped with disdain.
“They handed it all to me, Marcus! You hear that! List after list of sins, of names, of connections. They basically gave me their entire underworld on a silver platter!”
Mika’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“Of course, a few guests were overly cautious, keeping their mouths shut regarding specific logistics. But…that’s where you came in, Charlotte.”
Charlotte gasped. “Me?”
“Your blessing came in clutch.” He said with appreciation. “It’s quite weak in here, suppressed by Marcus’s domain. But it was still more than enough to influence another person whose consciousness was already weakened inside someone else’s mental world.”
“Of course, it wasn’t enough for me to control them or make them do something against their will. And it certainly wasn’t enough to take control of this domain or do the same thing to Marcus.”
He smirked sneakily.
“But I could use the subtle effects of your blessing to influence their minds. To make them a bit more…numb. So that the questions I asked wouldn’t feel so intrusive. I just had to phrase things carefully, and they’d spill everything.”
Charlotte’s jaw dropped.
All those times she thought her blessing was merely resisting Marcus’s realm, Mika had been actively piggybacking off her energy to extract top-secret intel from high-ranking war criminals!
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” He said, and his voice was genuinely gentle now. “But if you had known, your reactions would have changed. The guests might have noticed. I needed them to keep thinking I was helpless.”
Charlotte didn’t know what to say.
Part of her was shocked. Part of her was awed. Most of her was just…stunned.
“After that, it became quite easy.” Mika said, leaning back against the cross. “Well—no. Not easy. I still had to go through all the torture.”
” I still screamed. I still suffered. I felt pain I never imagined was possible. And I came close to breaking. Very close.”
His voice dropped.
“But I kept thinking about what I was gaining. Every session. Every torture. Every hour of agony. I was collecting identities. I was building a list. And I knew that when I finally got out—when I finally saw the light—I would have the name of every single hidden monster in this world.”
“Every corrupt noble…”
“Every sadistic official…”
“Every smiling psychopath who had been hiding in plain sight…”
His eyes burned with cold fire.
“So I endured!”
” Every stab! Every puncture! Every broken bone! Every piece of flesh they carved away! Every time they tore out my tongue!.Every time they gouged out my eyes!”
“OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER!”
He looked directly at Marcus with vengeance.
“And it was worth it. Because by the end of this night, I had everything I needed.”
He let out a long, satisfied breath.
“I sent all the instructions to the Battle Angels outside. Told them who to target, where to go and told them what to do.”
He chuckled again.
“But that itself was a tedious process. Even though I had a connection to my body, it wasn’t a full connection. I couldn’t speak with them or hear what was going on outside. The only thing I could use was my own hands.”
“And they were moving the entire time—writing. Writing out everything the Battle Angels needed to know. Names. Connections. Sins. Instructions.”
He looked down at Marcus’s eyes that were losing light every word he spoke.
“And finally, I told them: when the clock strikes twelve, pull them all out. Every single one. Take them into custody simultaneously, before any of them can warn the others.”
The realization crashed over Marcus like a tidal wave.
The disappearances. The systematic vanishing of his guests.
It wasn’t Mika breaking through his domain.
It was the Battle Angels in the real world, physically seizing every guest whose consciousness had been pulled into the Devil’s Playground.
“So it truly has nothing to do with me at all.”
Mika said, his voice almost gentle
“I just…got some help.”
CRACK!
Marcus’s mind shattered completely. He fell flat on his face into the ash, clutching his head as tears of pure terror spilled from his eyes.
“No…no, no, NO!” Marcus sobbed hysterically. “This isn’t fair! THIS ISN’T FAIR! What sort of demonic entity could even conceive of a plan like this?”
“Enduring torture for two weeks just to gather information? Letting yourself be crucified and burned alive just to maintain cover?”
“WHO—WHO DOES THAT?! YOU’RE MORE OF A PSYCHO THEN ME!”
He curled himself into a ball on the grass, his body shaking with sobs.
For the first time in his life, Marcus felt the full weight of his own insignificance. He had built an empire of sin. He had cultivated a domain of horrors. He had thought himself a god.
And a child had torn it all down in three weeks.
—
Meanwhile, Charlotte looked up at Mika, her mind still reeling from everything she’d heard. But there was one thing she still didn’t understand.
“Is that why you knew Miss Amanda was lying?” She asked. “Is that how you knew she was acting from the very beginning?”
Mika nodded.
“Before I even entered this domain, I’d already written a note. I told the your mother and everyone—do not inform the rest of the world about what was happening. Keep it a secret within the family.”
“So it didn’t make sense that Amanda would know about it.”
He let out a ugly chuckle and added,
“And if that wasn’t enough, it was the very moment she entered that I also finally established my connection. So all I had to do was write to the outside world and ask: did Amanda tell anyone? Was what she said true?”
“And since I can’t hear what the outside world says, I told them to pinch my pinky finger for yes, and my thumb for no.”
His smile widened.
“I don’t know who it was, but they pinched my thumb. Which meant what Amanda was saying was not true at all. From that moment, I knew she was on Marcus’s side. That’s why I knew everything she said was a lie.”
Charlotte exhaled slowly. Mika had been ten steps ahead of everyone from the very beginning.
That was why he’d always been so confident, no matter how bad things got. That was why he’d never truly despaired, even at his lowest moments.
But still—
“Why?” She asked, her voice small. “Why, Mika? Why did you do all of this?! You could have just sent the message from the very beginning. We could have taken Marcus himself. Tortured him. Interrogated him. Gotten all the secrets that way!”
Mika slowly shook his charred head.
“That wouldn’t have worked, Charlotte. It wouldn’t have been enough.”
“Enough?” She repeated. “What do you mean, enough?”
“Even if we’d captured Marcus and tortured him in the worst ways imaginable, it still wouldn’t have been enough because Marcus doesn’t know everything.”
“He knows his own guests, yes. He knows the people who came to his parties. But those guests have their own networks.”
His empty gaze sharpnened.
“Their own associates. Their own secrets that Marcus was never privy to.”
He leaned forward.
“Beyond that, breaking the mind of a SS-Class mentalist is extremely difficult. There was no guarantee we could force Marcus to reveal all his contacts.”
“And even if we did, there would always be a question: did he tell us everything? Did he hold something back? Did he protect someone? We would never know for sure.”
His voice gained intensity, as he added reason after reason.
“Not to mention, even if we interrogated every single guest we captured, they still might not reveal everything. They would try to protect themselves. They would try to protect their networks. They would give us fragments, not the whole truth.”
“But that won’t work, since what I wanted…”
He leaned forward, and his voice dropped to a fierce whisper.
“…was everything!
Charlotte shivered.
“Every sin they committed! Every wrongdoing they’d done! Every ounce of pain they’d inflicted on others! I wanted to know it all—what they did, what others knew, every connection, every thread!”
“I wanted to expose the entire web of corruption without leaving a single stone unturned!”
Charlotte stared at him. And for the first time, she saw something in those nonexistent, melted-away eyes that made her shiver.
A hint of madness. A glint of obsession. Only a madman would endure that much suffering for a list of names.
Mika leaned back against the cross and let out a long, satisfied sigh.
“I hold thousands of names now.” He whispered, his voice echoing like an ancient war horn. “Thousands of filthy scumbags who hid in the daylight for far too long. It’s time to bring their dark deeds to an absolute end.”
Charlotte’s voice trembled. “What are you going to do to them? What could you possibly—”
Mika looked down at her, his burnt lips pulling back into a remarkably tender, gentle smile.
“I’m going to fulfill your New Year’s resolution, Charlotte.”
“I’m going to show the entire world what happens to those who break the rules set by the Battle Angels.”
Before Charlotte could say another word—
Crack!
The sound split the air like a thunderclap. She spun around, her heart leaping into her throat.
The sky was breaking.
Thin fractures were spreading across the dark dome above them, like cracks in a pane of glass.
Slivers of brilliant white light bled through the gaps—real light, outside light, the light of a world she had almost forgotten existed.
The domain was collapsing.
Marcus scrambled to his feet, his face a mask of pure terror.
“No. No, no, no, no, no—please—no!”
He knew exactly what was happening. The Battle Angels had found his physical body.
They were tearing him out of his own domain, ripping his consciousness from the sanctuary he had built over years of careful, patient work.
“It surprisingly took them longer than I expected.” Mika remarked, as casually as if he were discussing the weather. “You must have hidden yourself somewhere difficult to find. But still…”
He looked down at Marcus, and his smile was cold.
“Your time’s up.”
“No!” Marcus screamed. “NO! THIS IS MY DOMAIN! I CONTROL THIS WORLD! YOU CAN’T—YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!”
“I AM THE PROTAGONIST! I AM THE CHOSEN ONE! THE UNIVERSE ITSELF GAVE ME THESE BLESSINGS! YOU CAN’T—”
“Goodbye, Marcus.” Mika cut him with a look of anticipation. “I’m looking forward to meeting you in the real world. We’ll have a long, long conversation about everything you’ve done.”
Marcus opened his mouth to scream again—but the scream never came.
The light swallowed everything. The garden, the mansion, the forest, the sky—every trace of the Devil’s Playground dissolved into white radiance.
And then the light swallowed Marcus too.
And then Charlotte.
And then Mika.
Until finally, the Devil’s Playground was no more.
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