Return of the Sword God-Rank Civil Servant

How long had it been?

During that time, Yuk Kyung-bae had gone through countless emotional shifts.

He had tried getting angry.

He had tried begging.

He had even tried cursing.

But none of it mattered in the face of overwhelming pain.@@novelbin@@

Especially when Su-ho ensured that he never got used to it—constantly switching up the variations to keep him suffering.

Applying pressure points to inflict internal agony was just the beginning.

He healed him quickly enough to prevent shock-induced death but slow enough to maximize the suffering.

Whenever Yuk Kyung-bae’s mind threatened to break, Su-ho used the Ring of Joy and Sorrow to keep him conscious.

The floor was now covered with his blood, sweat, and tears—as well as… other bodily fluids.

It was inevitable.

Once a person experiences pain beyond a certain threshold, their body loses all control.

Eventually, when Su-ho had inflicted enough suffering to meet his personal quota, he finally lowered the whip.

"Hah."

He hadn’t even bothered to move to another location.

Even though there was a warehouse nearby where Im Chang-sik was locked up, Su-ho had chosen to beat him down right here—on the fabricated streets inside his Subspace House.

Why?

Because for someone like Yuk Kyung-bae, who prized his public image above all else, being treated like trash on the street was a psychological wound in itself.

Wiping the sweat off his brow, Su-ho finally spoke.

"Mr. Kyung-bae."

"Y-Yes!!"

"Sit up properly. Let’s talk."