Resetting Lady - Chapter 208

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Raymond replaced the saw blade and wiped down the hammer. Then he gathered anti-inflammatory and pain medication before heading back up to his room. For now, he had to keep extracting information. Since Karen had closed her eyes, he could attempt more serious torture.

“…”

Raymond silently approached the open door.

Inside the room was Dulan.

He couldn’t walk. His legs had been completely destroyed by Raymond. But Dulan had moved. He hadn’t gone far. However, thick blood and pus on the floor showed his trail.

Raymond was genuinely impressed that after being beaten to a pulp, Dulan still had the strength to move. Dulan was thinner than an ordinary person who hadn’t received any training.

His grip strength had been decent, but even that had weakened endlessly during the months of torture. Perhaps he still hadn’t properly subdued him. Or maybe Dulan had summoned that much strength to move. But where he had crawled to was beyond Raymond’s expectations.

If Dulan had tried to escape outside the room, he would have understood. It’s perfectly natural for a person to want to flee from torture. It would be stranger if he didn’t attempt to run away from him. Everyone wants to live.

He would have understood if Dulan had tried to commit suicide by jumping from the window. Raymond had exercised maximum patience to keep Dulan alive, but had left countless permanent damages on his body. He had been saying he’d rather die from the beginning.

But the direction he had crawled wasn’t toward the window or the door. Because he couldn’t use his legs, he crawled with his arms. He only had four intact fingers combining both hands.

He was going toward Karen.

“…Kh, ugh.”

Dulan seemed not to have noticed Raymond. Raymond considered stepping on him to stop him, but instead held his breath and watched. Karen was dead anyway. He had to confirm and find out whatever he was doing.

Why was he crawling toward the already dead Karen like that.

Dulan swallowed groans several times as he crawled, seemingly in great pain, but never stopped once. It was a distance that would take only seconds with Raymond’s stride, but for Dulan it was an infinitely long distance.

Nevertheless, he didn’t stop crawling and reached Karen’s corpse.

Then he took out a gold coin with his two remaining fingers.

“Ha, haa…”

Where had it come from. It was an item that had cleverly avoided Raymond’s detection until now. Dulan placed it in dead Karen’s hand. Since it was already a dead body, the hand wouldn’t grip it, so he used his remaining fingers to force it closed.

Her dead hand stiffened and firmly gripped the gold coin.

Raymond could no longer tolerate Dulan laying hands on Karen.

“What are you doing right now?”

Dulan looked up at Raymond. Fear was reflected in his eyes. Raymond pushed Dulan aside and snatched the gold coin he had tried to place in Karen’s hand, examining it. It was an ordinary gold coin with nothing special about it.

“…What are you doing.”

“…Just… funeral, procedure…”

Placing money in the hands of the dead during funerals was a natural procedure.

People believed that after death, one crosses the river of oblivion, and they would place travel money in the corpse’s hands while praying for their soul’s peace. Overseeing this and the funeral in general was the priest’s job, but Raymond was displeased that Dulan was doing this.

It was a different emotion from the simple displeasure of another man touching his lover. Hatred and disgust built over long years crawled across Raymond’s skin.

“What did you just do?”

“…Ah, nothing… Really, just… a funeral…”

“A funeral, what are you to…”

Karen had just died a moment ago.

It wasn’t the first time. She had died over a hundred times. If she had died just once, he might have blessed her revival. He might have rejoiced at the opportunity to meet again. But Karen had died too often, too many times. If one cannot conclude their life and revives a hundred times, that’s not a blessing but a curse.

And in this life, once again, Karen had clearly shown with her whole body that this was indeed a curse. Her death and revival were not blessings. It wasn’t that she came back to life despite dying.

She simply died multiple times. Karen’s death was forced. It wasn’t a death that could be avoided by not meeting other people or being careful with meals. That day could never be overcome.

Dulan also knew about Karen’s curse. Why had he placed a gold coin in her hand. His excuse of a funeral was ridiculous. Beyond ridiculous, it made him angry.

“The reason we still die like this.”

“Kh, ah, aaak!”

“Is because of you.”

Raymond kicked Dulan in the stomach. Dulan then vomited blood from within. Since he hadn’t eaten anything, only thin gastric fluid came out, but it was still sufficiently disgusting.

Tears and blood were gathered around Dulan’s eyes, and dirty things were smeared around his mouth. His appearance didn’t look dignified or impressive. Dulan showed his weak side as it was under the continued torture.

That made it even more disgusting. If he had at least shown resolve by keeping his mouth shut with conviction, he might have applauded his spirit. He only spat out information that skirted around the edges, not giving Raymond the proper answers he wanted.

Raymond had hoped that by placing him next to Karen, he might see his sins and repent. He had hoped he would acknowledge his guilt. He had expected him to pity Karen.

But even seeing dead Karen, rather than feeling sorry, Dulan tried to do something else to Karen under the excuse of funeral procedures. Rather than grieving while looking at Karen, he suffered from Raymond’s kicks.

Raymond couldn’t help but feel disappointed seeing him like this. Did he not even think that the evil deeds he had committed until now were his sins.

“What exactly did you do with that coin just now?”

“Really, it’s nothing… much.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

Dulan crawled with his arms instead of his broken legs. He wondered if he was trying to escape, but thinking how far he could go with legs that couldn’t move, he watched without speaking. But Dulan didn’t go toward the door. He moved toward the window as if attempting suicide.

Death doesn’t solve everything. Preventing death is also a type of torture. Raymond blocked the crawling Dulan’s path and spoke.

“From now on, I’ll start again with the most intact joints among your remaining fingers. If you speak quickly it’ll be fine, but otherwise… they’ll all disappear.”

“Really, it’s nothing… ah, aaak!”

Thud.

Dulan’s eyes rolled back.

“You can’t faint. You need to speak, don’t you.”

The torture continued. Stop when he showed signs of fainting, apply pressure when he bled too much, then start again when the bleeding stopped. Raymond continued his demon-like acts for an answer that seemed within reach but wasn’t.

“Huh, ugh… The gold coin itself isn’t anything special… Just, so… as I heard from Catherine, Karen’s mother… so… to give comfort…”

After several more rounds of torture on Dulan, he was able to find out the meaning of the gold coin.

The gold coin itself wasn’t that significant. But it was an important item to Karen. It was proof that Karen would live again. Also, for Dulan, it was the first item that gave him certainty of regression.

“For having three finger joints cut off, that’s not a very impressive truth. I was hoping for something tremendous to make the sacrifice worthwhile.”

“…”

Raymond ran his hand through his hair. Continuously seeing red blood seemed to make his head dizzy.

“But do you know this, Priest?”

“…”

“As my memories returned, I was able to think more about you too. What’s certain is that you didn’t place it there out of pure concern for the mental confusion Karen would experience.”

“…No, that’s not it.”

“Then it must have been a gift for your future self who won’t remember.”

Raymond looked down at Dulan. Dulan couldn’t remember.

But thinking that he wouldn’t remember this torture either left much to be regretted. If possible, he’d like to torture him for life so that his next life’s self couldn’t endure it and would continue spilling the truth.

If the torture continued, Dulan’s mind would eventually break. When his weakened body died, the next life’s Dulan would have a clean body and mind that remembered nothing, unlike Raymond or Karen.

Raymond couldn’t stand that.

“You keep creating corners to escape to. Whether death or memory…”

“Stop…”

“Please, Priest.”

Now even sad frustration came flooding in. Raymond picked up an awl instead of the saw. And as he brought it to Dulan’s left eye, he spoke politely and desperately.

“Really… I beg you.”

Please show us mercy.

The awl aimed toward Dulan’s eye.

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