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Chapter 3: I Only Need 72 Hours To Fall In Love With You (III)


“Young Master Cage, that was just an appetizer. The main course will begin now, are you ready?” Charlton’s voice carried a faint sense of excitement.

“Bring it on, I’m really hungry.” Shang Ke’s voice was hoarse, and his exhausted appearance appeared somewhat languid, resembling a Persian cat that had just woken up and was awaiting its food.

His shirt was wide open, revealing skin that was covered in traces of burns, along with the purple lines of his veins. His neck, waist, abdomen, hands, and feet were all locked up. His eyes showed forbearance, with no sign of cowardice or fear.

The scene before him did not appear like an interrogation by torture, but rather, it looked like a play of a special nature. The boy in the prisoner room was just too stunning, completely without the miserable condition or shameful actions of someone after being exhausted.

Shang Ke did not know that he was being watched by several hundred people at that moment. After the electric shock, he gained back some strength.

At this time, the tip of the machine arm rotated, and a straw-sized laser extended from it, flickering with a red light. Before it had even touched his skin, he felt short stabs of pain.

“I will give you once more chance.” That evil middle-age man’s voice once again echoed in the room, “If you give us all of the information you have, then we will think about letting you live.”

Charlton asked several questions in succession, but Shang Ke did not say a word.

“So be it. We’ll see just how long your mouth stays shut,” Charlton unhurriedly said, “Our Dragon Fang Empire’s national flower is the Flaming Red Sky. It has seventy-two flower petals, furling in layers like a burning blaze. I think that, if we trace Dragon Fang Empire’s national flower on your body, your father would be very happy, wouldn’t you think?”

If you’re a pervert then you’re a pervert, so what use is there trying to find an excuse? You just want to insult people, so why are you tracing some flower? If you have the ability, then directly trace a pile of sh*t! Shang Ke raised his eyes, his gaze full of loathing. His clear and cold eyes were like a chilly fire reflecting snow, so that people did not dare to look straight at them.

Charlton was not angered, but rather, he smiled. He gave the operator the order to continue.

The laser’s tip began to move, and aimed itself above the right side of Shang Ke’s chest. Under its piercing beam, the outline of a flower began to slowly form on his skin, accompanied by the buzz of the laser.

Shang Ke cried out loudly in pain, his body trembling non-stop as blood flowed down his chest. His hair hung over his face, covering his eyes. The laser’s color was reflected in his eyes, and a fireball seemed to slowly burn in their dark green depths.

Under normal circumstances, the laser drawing wouldn’t hurt so much, but the interrogator adjusted the laser’s settings to be able to cause people to feel a burning, stabbing sensation. With the addition of Shang Ke’s pain being raised five folds, his pain was obvious.

Sweat quickly drenched his body and seeped into his wounds, causing him even more pain. Throughout the process, he fainted several times, but would always be reawakened by the agony.

A faint blush appeared on his fair skin, and Shang Ke’s mouth faintly opened a few times, as if he was an enthusiastically blooming Flaming Red Sky Flower. His flaming eyes conveyed his strong will and determination, beautiful enough to cause people to choke.

Charlton had proposed to allow everyone to watch the live broadcast so that they could sound out the observers’ reactions. After all, the person being tortured was Utrecht’s son, so any rebels who saw him receive such torment would have some sort of reaction, no matter how little.

However, the Cage boy not only didn’t cower in the face of such torment, but instead became even stronger. It was as if he was using his body and will to silently tell his companions, No matter how painful it is, we must press on!

The plan was a complete failure, because every person at the scene had a reaction, including Charlton himself. Their heartbeats sped up, their blood rushed to their heads, and their breathing turned rough… like they were in heat. A couple people among the observers had actually f*cking gotten hard.

The tattoo process continued for a dozen more minutes before the machine arm cleaned up the bloodstains and applied some hemostatic medicine. But it wasn’t over yet, since the tattoo still had to be colored. The material for the color was a special type of poison.

Charlton explained the source of the poison in great detail, but Shang Ke did not listen to him at all. He was in so much pain that his mind was numb. Suffering pain every second, every minute, all he could think of was to quickly end it.

His red-hot skin suddenly felt a burst of coolness, but before Shang Ke could gasp, he once again felt the numbing itch from his right chest, as if there were countless ants on his skin, gnawing and devouring him. Shang Ke hated that he couldn’t just scrape off his skin. Compared to the electric shock and laser tattoo, this kind of endless pain was even harder to endure.

The Flaming Red Sky Flower tattoo gradually gained its shape. The smudges of poison were very bright and in varying shades of red, with many layers of petals unfurling to disappear over his shoulder.

He had to admit that this world’s torture interrogation methods were not only quick, but also very artistic. If he hadn’t been the one being tortured, Shang Ke probably would have praised the interrogators over this point.

His torment seemed to last a century, and afterwards Shang Ke became very weak. He leaned his head powerlessly against the chair with his eyes half closed. A layer of fog seem to cloud his eyes, causing them to look blurred and sullen, and creating and entirely different sort of beauty than the blooming Flaming Red Sky Flower on his chest.

While he was absent-minded, he heard Charlton once again ask him a string of questions, but he could only repeat three words–”I don’t know.”

He really didn’t know anything, so he shouldn’t ask anymore. Allow him to rest for a moment and enjoy the silence, or give him something to drink, let him eat some congee and so on.

However, the annoying voice continued to pester him by his ear, irritating him to no end.

Let alone Shang Ke, even those who were watching the interrogation felt their mouth go dry. They could take a break whenever they felt like it, but Shang Ke could not. He already had not closed his eyes for twenty-five hours, and his mind had been beaten to the extreme.

Ravel stared at the boy in the video, not moving his sight from the boy from beginning to end, as if he was trying to embed the sight of him into his eyes.

“General, it’s lunch time.” Kahn used a communication device to notify Ravel.

“I’m not going to eat anymore.” Ravel then faintly added, “If there’s nothing urgent happening in the afternoon, then don’t disturb me.”

“…Yes.” Kahn really wanted to ask how the interrogation was going, but it was a pity that it was inconvenient to ask, so he could only push down the question in his heart.

At noon, people started to leave. After they ate, they each returned to their seat to continue watching the interrogation.

This was an interrogation that no one was willing to miss. After having their breath taken away by that boy’s graceful bearing, they wanted to see just how long he could persevere.

Ten-times the pain wasn’t something that an average person could bear. The military trained soldiers only used a sensitizer of five-times. This five-times sensitizer only included hearing, sight, smell, and so on, and did not include pain. However, what this boy was enduring was precisely ten times the pain.

Facing this kind of torment, even if it was Iron Man, he likely wouldn’t be able to persevere past a few hours. But for this boy to be able to endure for an entire day and night, just how great did your willpower and fortitude need to be?

With the slow passage of time, everyone’s impression of the boy turned from having their breath taken away by the novelty to admiration.

Ravel did not return to his mansion until dusk.

The moment he walked in, he saw Gabriel walk up to greet him. The first thing he said was, “Sire Ravel, when are we withdrawing? If we don’t leave now then I’m afraid that we won’t have enough time left.”

Ravel turned a deaf ear to his words, and neither quickly nor slowly took off his coat, giving it to his housekeeper.

“Sire Ravel.” Gabriel looked at him with an expression of anxiety.

Ravel gave him a glance, his gaze cold. A few hours ago, he did not have any opinion of Gabriel, but after seeing Cage, he now felt a faint distaste.

Gabriel had been in his mansion for such a long time, but had never said a single good word regarding Cage, and also did not care about the other’s life and death. That boy was suffering through torture, and yet did not show any sign of shrinking back. Meanwhile, Gabriel was under his protection, and yet never forgot about running away at a moment’s notice. When the two were compared, it was obvious just who was better.

Ravel’s life was monotonous, and besides military affairs, he was not interested in anything else.

But that boy caused him to develop a new profound understanding of “beauty.” That kind of tenacity and willpower, and the ability to move people, was like a precious stone. The more you polish it, the more dazzling it will become.

Ravel felt that there was nothing else in the world that was qualified for him to praise it as “beautiful.” The impression that Cage left in his heart turned into an imprint that was difficult to erase.

The second day, the live broadcast continued, and the people watching it also increased by around sixty or seventy people.

There were 31 hours remaining.

The interrogators original purpose was to obtain information, but gradually, they started to enjoy torturing him.

Cage was like a treasure house, and the further they explored, the more beauty they discovered. Under torture and pain, he appeared more charming.

As such, Shang Ke experienced thirty-six kinds of torture methods, but the big attack he was looking forward to didn’t appear. Those people seemed to prefer having a slow tempo torture.

The only thing that he could rejoice in was that the sensitizer had lost its effect at the thirty hour mark. The System’s 50% pain reduction could finally give him a chance to breathe. To the people watching, even though crueler and crueler methods were being employed, their effects on Shang Ke weren’t as good as the first electric shock and tattooing.

There were 20 more hours left.

Shang Ke’s mind was almost on the verge of breaking down, and the long term abuse and fatigue caused him to lose his normal capacity for thought. He didn’t even have the energy to scold the System.

If the System ever gives him another “mission that can be completed 100%, even by sitting,” then he will reject it without hesitation!

He would rather go fight, collect scraps, or even be a caveman. He never wanted to do another “sitting can complete” mission!

14 hours.

Charlton finally used a big attack. He used a special instrument and broke all of the bones within Shang Ke’s limbs.

The observers could only hear a string of cracking noises. From his ankles to the knees, from his fingertips to his shoulder blades… and now, Shang Ke had long since lost any ability to make a sound.

Even the people watching all sucked in a cold breath.

“Young Master Cage, you really have given me a whole new level of respect for you.” Charlton’s sighing voice went through, “You can still persevere under this kind of torture. I feel that, even if we continued, you would still not confess. Since that is so, I have decided to directly use mental shock control.”

This so-called mental shock control was used to control another person’s mind, making him listen to their commands. The result was similar to hypnosis, but it was extremely harmful. Once mental shock control was used, the receiver’s consciousness would be thoroughly obliterated.

Shang Ke hung his head, showing no reaction.

Ravel faintly clenched his fist, forcing himself to make sure not to display any reaction. However, his mind was in a complete mess.

Just give him a bit more time, he just needs one hour! No, even forty minutes would do!

Shang Ke did not know Ravel’s worries, and he raised his head, thinking that everything was finally going to end. He couldn’t help the gratified smile that floated onto his face.

Charlton didn’t expect he would still be able to smile, and felt as if he was being scorned. He coldly asked, “What are you smiling for?”

Shang Ke moved his eyes to look at the metal wall before him. He knew that the interrogator was on the other side of the wall.

Since everything was about to end, he decided to act powerful one last time. After all, he had received pain for so long that he should at least return the favor.

He parted his lips and raised his eyes, the originally faintly dark and gloomy eyes lighting up as if they had been ignited, giving off a splendid light. His eyes were firm as they looked straight ahead, and he used up his remaining strength to slowly and firmly spit out three words: “Cruise, will die.”


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25 thoughts on “[HDS] Chapter 3: I Only Need 72 Hours To Fall In Love With You (III)

  1. cakemania17 says:

    thank…

  2. Rinth says:

    Thank you very much for translating this!!!

  3. Inez Usmany says:

    ?he is so strong?!

    Thanks for the update

  4. libraryrocker says:

    Sooooo, I wonder how many people will fall in love with him after this?

    XD XD XD

    THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR BEING AWESOME! ! !

  5. Blacktiger says:

    Thank you for the chapter! In the 10th paragraph you might want to change “despise” into “disdain” so it reads “Shang Ke raised his eyes, his eyes full of “disdain.”

  6. spor says:

    This novel is really good, but that Yaoi tag … I hope it’s not coming up the next chapter.
    They did mention that they’re moving on to mental torture.

  7. mrjokey23 says:

    This stroy is awesome and great too! I love it! Can I publish it on Wattpad? It’s going to be havoc! Please tell me if you allow it ? I am so excited to share it.

    • SnowTime says:

      I would rather not… sorry >_>

  8. Ignobilia says:

    I have so much respect for him!

    To go through all that..

    Well the one positive thing is that he probably won’t be afraid of pain when he is to die in the other worlds…

    Thanks for the chapter!

  9. Worldwide handsome Jin says:

    Oh my he’s so cool ?

  10. akumakawa says:

    Wow.

    So, I guess in his first world he dies quickly after completing his mission? Or will be rescued and nursed back to health?

  11. Blood A says:

    Thanks for the chapter! ???

  12. Kaguya Magami says:

    … this… How do i put this… I hope i wont get a weird kini after this…

  13. Nope says:

    this story kinda gay

  14. onefallenleaf says:

    Darn it, at this rate before 72 hours is up not to mention ML, even the readers would be charmed! ;-;
    Thanks for the chapter Snowy!

  15. Anra7777 says:

    I feel a little bad for Gabriel, because he didn’t lie. It wasn’t his fault that his adopted brother’s soul got switched out.

  16. Jack Nathaniel Mikhail says:


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  17. chiyooo says:

    wahhh rereading this for the 2nd time while waiting for the update…..

    i get to appreciate this arc again……as well as Shang ke’s pain uwuwuwuwu its really agonizing…i feel his pain…。:゜(;´∩`;)゜:。

  18. Pikeebo says:

    SK Cage is so cool!! This mission is like a S&M club ……. poor Cage

  19. Kailyria says:

    Poor baby 😰, i feel so bad for him, such an unscrupulous system… that 50%reduction was obsolete anyway being overwritten by 10x pain.

  20. Lemon says:

    Thank you for the chapter!

  21. Benomora says:

    Thanks for the chapter ♡´・ᴗ・`♡

  22. 𝙄𝙘𝙚𝙉𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨 says:

    “Cruise, will die.” – no, it will be destroyed into pieces.

  23. plant says:

    So none them realizing their perverts.

  24. Ami says:

    …Poor kid. The system’s pact actually is just making it worse, damn that stupid bucket of loose wires. At least the 50% pain decrease is working now.

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