The underground world became silent after Cain’s words.

Not truly silent.

The blood currents still flowed slowly through the sealed underground space. Crimson light still flickered against the shattered walls. The pressure from Cain’s blood mana still weighed heavily on everything around them.

Yet compared to earlier—

Everything felt still.

Heavy.

Dangerously still.

The distorted creature remained trapped in Cain’s grasp, trembling endlessly as fear poured from its unstable body like leaking blood mist. Its earlier attempts to speak had vanished completely now.

Because it understood.

Cain was not simply angry anymore.

He was offended.

Deeply offended.

And that was far more terrifying.

The creature stared at Cain desperately, its distorted face struggling to remain stable under the overwhelming pressure surrounding it.

"...P...please..."

Its voice came out weakly.

Broken.

"I can explain..."

Cain stared at it quietly.

Then—

He laughed softly.

The sound alone made the creature freeze.

Because there was no warmth inside that laughter.

No amusement.

Only coldness.

"You like memories so much."

Cain’s voice was calm.

Too calm.

"You enjoy altering emotions."

"You enjoy twisting thoughts."

"You enjoy strengthening attachment."

The creature immediately shook harder.

"...N...no..."

Cain ignored it completely.

And slowly—

Very slowly—

His blood mana began moving.

The underground space trembled faintly as dense crimson energy gathered behind Cain like living darkness. Thick streams of blood twisted together endlessly, condensing into shapes that made the trapped creature’s fear deepen instantly.

Tentacles.

Massive crimson tentacles formed behind Cain one after another, each covered in flowing blood runes that pulsed with terrifying Overgod authority.

The creature’s unstable face distorted violently.

Because it recognized them.

Not the exact spell.

But the concept.

Pain manipulation.

Memory torture.

Consciousness assault.

Ancient techniques feared even among higher existences.

"...No..."

The creature tried pulling backward desperately.

Cain’s grip tightened immediately.

"You altered memories."

The tentacles moved slowly behind him.

Writhing.

Breathing.

Like living predators staring at prey.

"So let’s see."

Cain’s smile deepened slightly.

"How much you enjoy them yourself."

The creature screamed instantly.

"No!"

The first tentacle struck downward immediately.

Boom.

The underground space shook violently as the crimson appendage pierced directly through the creature’s body.

Not physically alone.

The attack struck deeper.

Into memory.

Into consciousness.

The creature convulsed instantly.

Its distorted form flickered violently as countless images exploded through its mind simultaneously.

Pain.

Overwhelming pain.

The creature screamed louder than before, its unstable body twisting uncontrollably beneath the assault.

Cain watched calmly.

Then—

Another tentacle moved.

This one wrapped tightly around the creature’s arm before flooding it with blood mana instantly.

The creature’s scream changed immediately.

Because now—

It was not only feeling pain.

It was reliving memories.

Its own memories.

Every fear.

Every failure.

Every moment of despair.

Forced open violently.

The creature thrashed wildly.

"No... STOP...!"

Cain remained expressionless.

"You enjoyed forcing emotions onto others."

The third tentacle pierced into the creature’s chest directly.

The distorted figure jerked violently.

Then screamed again.

Longer.

Louder.

Its body began cracking apart under the endless assault, blood mist spraying through the underground space continuously.

Yet the tentacles did not stop.

One wrapped around its neck.

Another around its legs.

Another pierced into its back.

Another forced blood mana directly into its consciousness.

The creature screamed until its voice almost broke entirely.

And still—

Cain continued.

Because unlike ordinary torture—

This was precise.

Calculated.

The tentacles attacked memories themselves.

Dragging hidden thoughts to the surface.

Amplifying fear.

Stretching pain endlessly.

The creature tried resisting desperately.

Tried hiding memories.

Tried concealing thoughts.

The tentacles ripped through everything mercilessly.

Boom.

Another memory shattered open.

The creature screamed.

Boom.

Another emotional anchor ruptured apart.

More screaming.

Boom.

Another consciousness layer collapsed.

The underground world echoed endlessly with the creature’s agony.

Cain stood quietly before it.

Watching.

The crimson tentacles moved around him like extensions of his own will, each one attacking relentlessly without pause.

"You altered their dreams."

One tentacle suddenly forced itself into the creature’s head region directly.

The creature convulsed violently afterward.

"You manipulated emotional structures."

Another tentacle tightened around its throat.

"You tried manipulating me."

The creature’s screams became weaker now.

Not because the pain lessened.

But because its consciousness was beginning to collapse under the overwhelming torture.

Blood mist leaked continuously from its unstable body.

Its form flickered wildly.

Almost dissolving repeatedly before the tentacles forced it back together again just to continue the torture.

"No..."

Its voice had become weak now.

Broken completely.

"...Please..."

Cain’s expression did not change at all.

Because this was still not enough.

Not after what this thing attempted.

The tentacles suddenly intensified further.

The creature’s memories exploded open uncontrollably now, fragments spilling throughout the underground space as scenes flashed rapidly around them.

Ancient blood rituals.

Hidden emotional manipulation techniques.

Fear.

Running.

Hiding.

Watching.

The creature’s panic deepened further as more secrets were ripped open forcefully.

Cain’s eyes narrowed slightly while observing.

Interesting.

Very interesting.

But not enough yet.

The tentacles pierced deeper again.

And this time—

The creature completely lost control.

Its distorted body spasmed violently while endless blood mana surged through it uncontrollably.

The screams became raw now.

Animalistic.

Mindless.

The underground space trembled continuously beneath the assault.

Even the blood currents surrounding them had become unstable under the sheer brutality of the torture.

And still—

Cain remained calm.

Cold. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Precise.

The creature finally collapsed completely against the underground wall, its body hanging limply while the tentacles continued restraining and assaulting it endlessly.

Its distorted face had almost lost shape entirely now.

Only terror remained visible.

Pure terror.

"...S...stop..."

It barely managed to whisper.

Cain stepped closer slowly.

The tentacles continued writhing behind him violently.

"You know what disappoints me the most?"

The creature barely lifted its head weakly.

Cain’s voice became colder.

"You actually thought you were clever."

The tentacles suddenly surged again.

The creature screamed once more.

Then coughed violently afterward.

Blood erupted from its mouth immediately.

Not ordinary blood.

Dark crimson foam mixed with unstable blood mana spilled endlessly down its distorted body as its consciousness teetered near collapse.

The creature trembled uncontrollably.

Its mouth opened weakly again.

And this time—

Only blood foam spilled out.