James slowly lifted his head.
The guard was holding his breath, wondering what kind of disrespect this idiot would commit next.
James straightened his back. His hair dangled from his shoulder. The grotesque blood stains all over him gleamed in the darkness. His face gazed indifferently at the two figures behind the bars, sitting in a cross-legged position. The shackles binding his hands gave him a charismatic air.
The guard couldn't help but envy him. This kid was not only very strong but also very handsome. Even a man would be affected if he looked at him too much.
James opened his mouth. It was clear he was about to say strong words.
But as expected, he didn't shout curses and insults. This kid was a madman. He could insolently insult even the strongest being he had ever seen.
Suddenly, he prostrated before the Supreme!
"Please, I, forgive…"
Again.
"Please, I, forgive."
Guard: "…"
Supreme: "…"
They couldn't understand what was happening. Why was this crazy criminal prostrating before the Supreme Judge and begging for forgiveness?
While the guard was trying to make sense of it in shock, the Supreme Judge let out a laugh.
"Hahahahaha! Good, good. It seems the fear of death can reform even a maniac like you… Actually, I couldn't kill you because of your Special Blood Agony Physique. When a special demonic physique dies, hundreds of years of various curses and calamities occur in that place. Taking you elsewhere to kill you wouldn't work either. After all, you could self-destruct by exploding yourself, and all our efforts would be in vain… Hahahahah."
The old man wiped the tears of amusement from his spotted eyes and slowly suppressed his laughter.
"Mm, since you prostrated and begged for forgiveness, I'll lighten the punishment I'm giving you a bit. Guard, call the scribe."
"As you command, sir." The guard was still in shock.
The scribe entered. While passing by various cells, she was subjected to various catcalls and lecherous stares:
"Couldn't you lift your skirt a bit more? I haven't seen a woman in 5 years, hehehehe."
"Miss Scribe, please, please, I'm innocent! I was framed—" Both their words were cut short. When the guard raised his whip, everyone's mouths shut.
The scribe's hair was cut short. She was around 1.70 meters tall. She had a small and cute face. Her eyes were green. Her skin was well-groomed, and she had blood-red lipstick on her lips. Her eyelashes were natural and full. She wore a black linen skirt that reached above her knees. Her legs were shiny and eye-catching. They were like columns. Her hips were athletic. She hadn't buttoned the lower and upper buttons of her shirt. She had tied the loose lower part, leaving her belly button and the stomach area up to it exposed. The upper loose part was for cleavage.
What caught James's attention the most was her upright and mature breasts. They looked very beautiful with the prominent veins. The veins particularly drew James's attention. He felt a deep sexual desire toward this woman.
Of course, he didn't show it and cursed himself in his mind.
"You idiot! In my previous, current, and if there is a next life, the only woman I'll desire is Isabella!.."
"B-But, what about those breasts? I could bite them and drink her blood…"
James started slapping himself. That damned Weldan!
The guard paid no attention to James slapping himself. He had zoned out looking at the scribe and felt embarrassed. Right now, he was trying to think of other things.
The scribe came to the Supreme Judge's side and bowed to greet him.
"Ohohoh, Miss Diana, I never imagined seeing you again." He said with flirtatious looks.
"Sir, working by your side again is an honor for me. I'm grateful to you…" She paid no attention to the flirtatious looks. She was used to it. She used it as an opportunity to do a bit of flattery.
Then, the scribe looked at James, who was slapping himself.
"What an attractive guy. If only he weren't a madman and a criminal…"
James stopped slapping himself. Then, he started looking indifferently at the scribe and the Supreme Judge, with his back straight. He didn't know the language of this world. So the best he could do was prostrate and beg for forgiveness. He had already done his best.
Now, he was only trying to analyze the situation from the few words said by the strange figures in front of him and their body language movements.
After finishing his flirting with the scribe, the Supreme Judge cleared his throat lightly and returned to the main topic:
"Ahem, ahem. Yes, let's see. Please record what I say, Miss Scribe."
The scribe began writing in her worn-out notebook.
"When Weldan Bloodbreaker's first trial was held due to the crimes he committed previously, it was decided to strip him of citizenship and exile him from the village. To prevent 100 years of calamities from coming to the village, the death penalty was not given."
"But now, he has committed crimes again! Robbing and threatening the baker, attempting to steal an animal from the Bigcow family, forcing the glassmaker into clownery with force (referring to body language communication), terrorizing the public with demonic techniques, injuring police officers, attempting to enslave, peeping into the homes of 3 young girls and even daring to invite them to his own home for sexual harassment, and more…"
The Supreme Judge was having all the new crimes committed by Weldan Bloodbreaker recorded. The scribe felt like vomiting. All these disgusting crimes were unheard of even for someone working in the legal field like her. Her hands ached from writing now.
"In the judgment of all these crimes, I pronounce the sentence: Weldan Bloodbreaker's cultivation will be crippled, his mental and heart energy will be sealed. He will work in the copper mine at Copper Sword Mountain for 50 years without his shackles ever being removed, on bare subsistence. After 50 years, when the Special Blood Agony Physique loses all its features, he will be executed by torture."
Both the scribe and the guard were speechless. They had never heard such a heavy punishment. It seemed more like revenge than a sentence.
The Supreme Judge cast a sly glance and said:
"Don't worry, son of Rick Feodor Bloodbreaker. I'm not one to bully the weak. That's why I didn't order your manhood to be castrated. Be grateful." He said and waved his hand as if opening it toward him.
James didn't understand what was happening. Based only on the scribe's and guard's astonishment and the Supreme Judge's gentle movements, he reached this conclusion: I'm being released!
He had no idea he would be crippled, forced to work in a mine for 50 years, and then executed. He didn't understand what they were saying. By observing the surroundings, he could only reach such an irrelevant conclusion.
James happily prostrated repeatedly toward the Supreme Judge.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you…"
He thanked him over and over.
The guard and the scribe looked at each other. They were expecting manic shouts, curses, insults, and a wild rebellion accompanied by death aura.
But look at what's happening now.
He's prostrating and thanking repeatedly!
You're a known devil who can say any word to anyone, commit every crime without conscience and cruelly, the manifestation of various psychological disorders: Act a bit according to your title!
When the Supreme Judge saw this scene, he burst into laughter. He had never imagined it would turn out like this. Just moments ago, he had made him a slave for the rest of his life, and now he was prostrating and thanking him: What a funny sight!
"Hehehe, a psychopath is ultimately a madman. He can't use his mind…" In a state of utter delight, he suddenly disappeared from sight. He was gone.
After waiting a while to compose herself, the scribe set off to deliver the report to the court.
The guard, after taking a sphere emitting colorful blue lights from the dungeon's storage, stopped in front of James's cell.
James no longer cared about what was happening. He just wanted to know when he would be released. He urgently needed to learn everything about this universe and return home.
"What is this shiny sphere? Is this also related to that 'Supreme' magic?" He was curious.
"Or is he just showing it because it looks cool? Hehehe."
While James was entertaining himself, the guard began infusing his spiritual energy into the sphere. No matter how much he saw Weldan as an object of hatred, hearing such a heavy punishment had frozen his blood. He even felt a bit of pity for him.
The sphere suddenly began to glow and entered the cell!
"AAAHHH, AAHHH!" James was screaming.
He placed his hands over his head, feeling the pain all over his body.
"Don't, don't, please stop! I beg you, please stop!.." He screamed this in his native language from Earth.
The peak-stage holy energy quickly suppressed and sealed his second-class demonic energy.
James fell into a great void. It felt as if his soul had been ripped out. Like a butterfly unable to emerge from its cocoon.
Like he was a snowdrop and a small child had plucked him from the soil.
James was no longer screaming. The light in his eyes had faded. Blood-mixed tears flowed from his eyes, similarly a nauseating mixture of saliva and blood from his mouth. There was a similar sight in every pore of his body.
He lay on the ground in a fetal position. His trembling had stopped.
The guard entered the cell. He removed his shackles and handcuffed him, and thought to himself:
"You reap what you sow…"
James wasn't reacting.
James had fainted.