Devil's Eye Reborn - Shadow Angel Awakens - Chapter 79

Chapter 79: Chapter 77: In an iron cell
 

My mind was completely engulfed by darkness, leaving only pain behind.

My eyelids felt incredibly heavy, refusing to open.

So heavy, so very heavy.

Even my head felt heavy.

I knew I was unconscious, but I couldn’t remember why.

I just felt a heavy, uncomfortable feeling in my heart.

In my groggy mind, memories scattered like a shattered mirror on the ground, with fragmented moments occasionally piercing through my thoughts.

They felt real, yet disjointed.

I remembered my childhood, my mother, my father, my other father, my master, and that desert.

I remembered the day that changed everything for me.

I don’t know how much time passed, but I felt someone dragging me around and doing something to me, causing intense pain all over my body.

The pain was so excruciating that I wanted to scream, but for some reason, my throat couldn’t produce any sound.

After what seemed like an eternity, I heard voices near my ears, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t remember what they were saying.

There seemed to be more than one person speaking near me.

Two? Three?

I remembered sensing many emotions near my ears—apology, joy, anger, love.

Love?

I couldn’t remember.

I also remembered feeling a cold sensation on my face, but beneath that coldness, there was warmth.

A hand, someone was gently caressing me with their hand.

Then, my parched lips felt as if someone kissed them, a very tender kiss.

A kiss?

I struggled to open my eyes, my vision blurred and unfocused, but I vaguely saw a figure in white before me.

I couldn’t make out the person’s face, but I noticed they had very long hair.

Very long, very long hair.

A woman?

When she noticed I had opened my eyes, she hurriedly left.

I watched her blurry silhouette, feeling a sense of familiarity.

Who was she? I wanted to know, but I didn’t.

I was alone again, groggy, surrounded by silence.

After some time, a voice called out to me, telling me to wake up.

Wake up.

Wake up.

Wake up.

Wake…

“Big Brother, wake up!” It was Yan’er!

Yaner’s anxious cries slowly brought me out of my stupor.

I struggled to open my eyes, and after much effort, light finally pierced my pupils.

Despite the splitting headache, I forced myself to regain consciousness, trying to merge the countless overlapping images into one.

I rolled my eyes and strained to look around, realizing I was in a dark, iron cell.

Where am I?

I struggled to clear my mind.

Just as I wondered why I couldn’t see Yan’er, her voice suddenly came from above me, “Big Brother, I’m above your head!”

I wanted to look up, but as soon as I moved my neck, a searing pain shot through my entire body!

I couldn’t help but cry out in pain, but only a low, hoarse sound escaped my throat. It was then I realized my throat had been crushed.

“Big Brother, you have silver nails all over your body. Don’t move!” Yan’er said softly. “I’m in the ventilation duct above you, but the iron cover is too tight, and I can’t get down.”

Startled, I quickly looked down and saw that my body was indeed covered in blood-stained silver nails.

These nails were all embedded in my vital acupoints, piercing several inches into my flesh, with only a small part exposed. It was clear they were meant to block my demonic energy.

Without the flow of demonic energy, my body wouldn’t heal automatically. I noticed the ground was stained with dark red blood, indicating I had been here for quite some time.

Why am I here? I endured the headache and tried to remember.

I recalled that before I lost consciousness, I was in a place filled with glass tubes and corpses.

At that time, Rahab had realized The Iron Mask Man wasn’t the real Satan and reverted to his true form, the sphinx, to confront the ‘darkened’ impostor.

Before the battle started, Rahab had used telepathy to tell me to step back. After I retreated a few steps, his voice suddenly changed to that of The Iron Mask Man, and then Samael had appeared behind me and knocked me out…

That’s right!

The Iron Mask Man had used voice mimicry to imitate Rahab’s voice! Rahab had never used telepathy to speak to me!

Understanding this, I deduced the general situation; although Samael had been knocked out by Howling Sky Dog’s howl, he was still the leader of the Seven Lords and had quickly regained consciousness. He then returned to the upper level of the secret chamber and, while Rahab and I were telepathically confronting The Iron Mask Man, used telepathy to communicate with him, setting up a trap to ambush me.

This situation was similar to when Rahab ambushed Samael in Florence.

Although this deduction might not cover the entire truth, I believed it was close.

My memories after losing consciousness were vague and fragmented. I had no recollection of being nailed with silver nails and imprisoned here, nor did I know if Zicheng and Rahab were also held in such an iron cell.

I assumed Yan’er must have been imprisoned as well, but somehow, she had escaped. Unfortunately, I couldn’t ask her since I had lost my voice.

But why didn’t The Iron Mask Man kill me? My existence was a threat to him, yet he didn’t take the opportunity to kill me, only imprisoning me in this state.

I couldn’t figure out why.

“Big Brother, are you alright?” Yan’er asked worriedly when I didn’t respond for a long time.

I nodded slightly in response and then made a few hoarse sounds.

Yan’er was surprised, “Your throat is injured?”

I let out a low “mm” and then focused on assessing my situation.

The current situation was highly unfavorable. The Satan’s Cult had not only obtained the Devil eyes of the demons but also turned the Demon Slayer Association against me. Although I could explain the misunderstanding to Cerberus later, convincing him wouldn’t be easy. Moreover, with the Satan’s Cult leader’s ability to ‘darken’ and Samael’s assistance, it would be extremely difficult to overthrow them.

Thinking of this, I couldn’t help but sigh heavily.

However, I couldn’t sit here waiting for death. The priority was to escape and find Rahab and Zicheng, so I began planning my escape.

I slowly turned my neck, trying to minimize the pain, to examine the iron cell again.

The cell was small, seemingly designed to hold only one person.

Besides me, there was nothing else in the room, just four iron walls.

The iron wall in front of me had a door, but there were no windows or openings, just a smooth surface, suggesting there might be surveillance devices inside.

Since my head wasn’t nailed with silver nails, my Devil eye was unharmed, so I still had my demonic power and hearing.

I closed my eyes, calmed my mind, and listened to the room.

The iron cell was deathly silent, with no sound at first.

But as I lightly used my demonic power, the surrounding sounds became clear.

Thump, thump, thump.

There was a rapid heartbeat above me.

It was Yan’er.

Thump… thump… thump…

Another, slower heartbeat.

It was my own.

And then…

“Zzz… zzz…”

From the corner to my left, there was a faint mechanical whirring sound!

I opened my eyes and glanced at that corner. Though it appeared normal, I could faintly sense several gazes fixed on me.

Hidden surveillance cameras!

I quickly gathered demonic energy in my left eye, activating the “Eye of Illusions,” and glared at the invisible cameras, trying to invade the minds of the observers. But after a long while, it was to no avail.

“As expected,” I thought, retracting my Devil eye.

The observers seemed to have equipment that blocked demonic energy, preventing any mental intrusion.

So, if I made any sudden moves, they would know immediately.

I thought for a moment and then gently tapped the iron wall behind me with my head.

Aside from the cold sensation, there was a heavy echo, suggesting the walls were very thick and had no mechanisms.

In this case, if I made any moves, they would have to come in personally to subdue me.

In that case…

“Let’s draw them in,” I thought with a cold smile.

Having devised a plan, I acted immediately.

I slowly leaned forward, turning my back to the cameras so they couldn’t see my actions.

Once I was completely on the ground, I began to pull out the silver nail from my left chest.

But as soon as I pulled…

“Ah!”

I couldn’t withstand the pain and let out a hoarse cry!

Due to my weakness, I could only pull the nail halfway out, making it even more painful.

The excruciating pain almost brought tears to my eyes, but fortunately, my throat also had a silver nail, preventing my cries from alerting them.

“Big Brother! What are you doing?” Yan’er asked anxiously, seeing my painful state.

I ignored her because I knew I couldn’t keep my back to them for too long, or they would become suspicious. So, I gritted my teeth and used my hand to pull out the silver nails one by one.

Since the nails were deeply embedded, I had to exert force three or four times to pull each one out completely.

Though each pull weakened my will with pain, my left chest gradually regained sensation, and my scattered demonic energy began to gather, slowly healing the wounds in my left chest and lung.

After much effort, I finally removed all the nails from the acupoints on my left chest.

Holding six blood-stained silver nails in my hand, I cursed silently and placed one in my mouth.

I slowly turned my head to face the camera.

After confirming the camera’s position, I took a deep breath, filling my left lung with fresh air, and then forcefully exhaled, shooting the silver nail at the camera!