บท 1147: Ticking Time

Entire years could pass by without anything important. And there'd be minutes that would alter an entire lifetime.

As he reached out his hand, the unbearable past he buried deep within flashed in Crimson's mind.

Sold by his parents because he was talented, the hellhole he was taken to showed no such thing as mercy. Right from that tender age, he experienced all pains in the world that could be experienced.

The leaders of the organization deemed it as the perfect learning method to create spies that wouldn't leak a word. It's also there that they were subjected to several methods where their souls were distorted enough so that even powerful soul controllers would find it very hard to extract their memory.

Crimson didn't know what normal people were like. But he understood that it wasn't normal to feel a burst of pleasure whenever he tortured someone to a horrifying death.