Jock knew that he was doomed this time, and instead of being slowly tortured to death by Malcolm, it would be better to give himself a break.

He immediately made up his mind and thought of suicide.

At this time, he couldn't help but recall the many time-travel novels he had read before, and smiled bitterly in his heart.

'I should be considered the worst time traveler...'

With a "click", Jock's eyes fell into darkness.

Darkness...chaos...and then spots of light appeared.

'how...'

'I'm not dead?'

‘Time traveled again?’

Jock gradually regained consciousness and slowly opened his eyes.

The pain all over his body had disappeared. He moved his eyelids and was immediately surprised to find that his left eye was intact!

'What's going on?!'

Jock was completely awake, and the scene in front of him was the same as before, except that the hateful guy Malcolm was smiling at him.

"How's it going? Are you surprised?" Seeing Jock return to normal, Malcolm asked happily.

"What's going on?!"

Jock really wanted to know the truth.

"This is a 'virtual interrogation room'. You and I are now self-aware of this virtual space, but I am the master of the structure here, and you are just a slave here."

"Virtual interrogation room? Is this your extraordinary power?"

When Malcolm heard this, he smiled disdainfully.

"I am not a believer in the God of Technology, but this does not prevent me from using some of His abilities. This is why the God of Technology has the largest number of believers in the world."

Seeing that Jock still looked puzzled, Malcolm decided to explain in more detail. He wanted Jock to fully understand the situation he was in now and let him feel the real despair, so as to break Jock's spirit and achieve his own goal.

purpose.

"Believers of the God of Technology have the ability to construct a 'virtual realm'. Although I am not a transcendent in 'cyberspace', I can still achieve this effect with some special equipment, but it is limited compared to those transcendents.

It’s just a lot.”

"Now our two bodies are lying in a biological equipment cabin in a certain room. The signal line passes through the brain and is connected to the 21 krypton of the atlas. In this way, we only need to use the assistance of the analog computer.

Embodying our sense of self.”

"Although everything is a virtual image, everything you feel here is absolutely real. You have experienced this feeling very deeply just now, right? Haha!"

Malcolm laughed wildly.

"And I am the god here!"

As he said this, a chainsaw appeared in Milken's hand.

"I can manifest everything this area can bear with just my thoughts!"

The chainsaw suddenly turned into a rocket launcher, and then into a long knife. In just a few seconds, a dozen completely different things transformed into Malcolm's hands.

"And you will be tortured here continuously, killed by me again and again, and then wake up again."

Malcolm brought the poisonous snake in his hand close to Jock's face, and the snake letter touched the tip of Jock's nose.

"Until I get tired of it!"

The venomous snake in his hand turned into a cigar, and Malcolm took a puff of it with enjoyment, spraying the smoke on Jock's face.

Jock couldn't help but coughed a few times.

Malcolm turned around, raised the cigar in his hand, and continued:

"Oh, I would also like to add that once your will cannot bear the repeated torture and death, your entire self-awareness will directly collapse. In this way, it will be a 'real death'!"

Malcolm turned around in a dance-like dance and looked at Jock with a smile.

"So? How many 'reincarnations' can you endure?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Malcolm made a forward thrust with his sword. The cigar in his right hand instantly turned into a thin sword and stabbed into Jock's abdomen. The sword blade penetrated directly through his body and the tip of the sword was exposed on his back.

‘Made, it’s said to be a virtual space, but why does it feel so painful? This is too real!’

Jiao Ke gritted his teeth and did not make himself look too embarrassed, but at the moment, he felt a little desperate in his heart.

There is no point in committing suicide, because he will be "resurrected" again. In this situation, he has no choice but to let Malcolm torture himself at will.

'I don't believe that this old guy will keep doing this. It will definitely consume his mental energy, and if I have a strong will, I will definitely last longer than him!'

'My consciousness is not in 21 Krypton. Even if 21 Krypton is damaged, I should be fine...'

‘But this bitch says that his self-awareness will collapse when he can’t bear it. I don’t know if it refers specifically to 21 krypton, or if it simply points to consciousness.’

'Made, can we just wait to be tortured to death by him?'

'Definitely! There must be a way to break the situation! This ability absolutely cannot be unsolvable! Otherwise, there would be no eight major churches!'

'I'm sure I can find a way to break this situation!'

'I've been a coward once... now... I want to live!'

‘From now on! I want to live too!!!’

While Jock continued to give himself psychological hints, Malcolm had already poked several holes in his body.

Seeing Jock lowering his head in silence, Malcolm felt a little unhappy.

"It's quite bearable, so let's try another way."

The rapier in his hand turned into a strange snake-like creature. The monster's body was covered with fine hairs with metal barbs. Its head was like an electric drill with many spikes on it.

This is a strange creature dreamed up by Malcolm.

"Can you bear it now?"

Malcolm pressed the monster against the wound on Jock's stomach, apparently hoping to let it penetrate Jock's body through the hole.

"ah!!!"

A shocking scream sounded, and something was clearly visible swimming under Jock's skin.

"Hahaha! I thought you could still bear it! Don't worry! After your consciousness collapses, your body will be taken over by me. I will make good use of it and go to the black market to find other sequence formulas for 'Shadow'.

"

"Damn it Drew, sooner or later I will get the black market agency rights." Malcolm muttered angrily again.

'It turns out...he still wants my body...this old guy...is really hard to lie...' Jock, who was suffering from severe pain, looked at Malcolm with a furious look.

beast.

Just when Malcolm was about to release another monster, he suddenly froze.

After a while, I heard him talking to himself dissatisfiedly:

"Brad, this guy is such a loser!"

Immediately, Malcolm looked at Jock who was screaming, with an expression of unwillingness but helplessness on his face.

He let out a breath of dissatisfaction and waited for more than ten seconds. Seeing that Jock still didn't collapse, he finally had to say:
Chapter completed!