I'M Not A Special Character
The First Room Task

THE WARNING!!

This chapter contains scenes that are inappropriate for certain circles. Please be wise in reading! The scenes in this chapter are not allowed to be practiced in the real world. The whole incident is purely the result of the author's imagination.

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The vast room filled with darkness made a woman who was inside there feel an inexplicable fear and unease. Then a glimmer of light burst into the room from behind the door that was being pushed from the outside, revealing two figures walking towards him.

Lights turned. The pitch-black room was now filled with a bright light. Various kinds of objects that are foreign to women are plastered and neatly arranged on the walls of the room.

The men who had brought her to this room approached, bringing back the woman's body to lie on a wooden mattress. His hands and feet were tied together so that he could not move a bit.

With this he knew what kind of fate awaited him. He thought that the room that was holding him was a torture chamber and that the allegation was reinforced by Michael's remark saying to take him to the room or also called the torture chamber.

The woman tried to rebel, but her strength was unable to break the rope that bound her at this time. The two agents in charge of interrogation were none other than Harwich and Michael, using their real names.

"Whatever you do, I swear I won't open my voice!" The woman shrieked, revealing a hostile face.

"Whatever! Speak as you please, for we will not ask you anything." Harwich switched to taking two folding chairs lying not far from there, bringing the chair to where it was before.

Harwich handed Michael one seat, they sat on both sides of the girl. Harwich sat on the right and Michael sat on the left. The woman held her breath as they sat very close to her.

Although they said they would not ask anything, but the woman's feelings were even more careless when hearing crazy things like the words of the girl on her right.

Harwich picked up a knife-like device in a very small size. The tip of the knife was not tapered, almost like a cake-cutting knife. On the other hand, Michael held a very large tool, opposite to Harwich who took a mini tool.

"When do you think this woman will survive?" Michael asked Harwich a question which was then answered with a small smile by the girl.

"Eitherway. This room is the toughest challenge to test loyalty. If the woman in front of us is indeed loyal to be a messenger dog, she should continue to survive until the end. Even though I wish he opened his mouth." Harwich chuckled at the end of the sentence.

"Isn't that blunt? Even the blade was unable to cut hair." Michael stared in wonder at Harwich who chose a useless tool.

"Pain caused by a blunt object will be many times more than a sharp object. The slicing time will also be longer, so a tool like this is perfect for people like him." Harwich smiles. His hand began to gently touch the woman's arm.

"Well, when I'm sure it's the first time you've been in such a state. But does it look more professional than I've been running this for over a year?" Michael laughed loudly. He lifted his tool up a little.

The tool held by Michael looked like a baseball bat, but its surface was filled with fine thorns. Michael lifted the stick high, then swung it and landed right on the edge of the wooden mattress that was still slick until it split open.

"It looks like this thing is over-heating." Michael grunted softly. He couldn't use that thing, because their target could have died faster.

Harwich ignored Michael and continued to focus on the arm in front of him. He slowly sliced the surface of the arm very carefully. While the woman who was lying down tried hard to hold her voice so as not to come out.

Michael could only be speechless seeing that. Somehow implied a little bit of a sense of alert to the girl who was twitching with a flat face.

'Doesn't he look a little scary?' Michael muttered in his heart. He picked up a medium-sized crowbar scissor, then returned to his seat.

The lying woman glanced at Michael and her roar of breath became increasingly firmer. He shook his head. A crowbar scissor is a common tool used to pull out nails one by one.

"Why shake like that? Just chill. As long as you keep your mouth shut, we will increase the level of difficulty as time goes on." Michael smiled gently, making the woman shudder in horror.

"YARRGHH!!!"

A shout rang out as Hawich sped up the tempo of his movements, making the woman's arm heat up and erode slowly.

"That's noisy. Should I cut off your vocal cords first?" Harwich paused with his arms and stared at the face that lay sharply.

"If her vocal cords are cut, how do you give us information?"

"Down put a device that can read his mind, right?"

"If the organization does have something like that, then we don't have to trouble ourselves by doing something like this." Michael snorted, painting a thin smile on the surface of his face.

"Rightly annoying!" Harwich hardened his jaw, turning to look at Michael who was still not doing his job.

"Well, when I've joined, the pain will increase. Please prepare yourself and motivate enough to keep your mouth shut." Michael returned to painting a smile, but this time it was not the friendly smile he showed but rather his cruel grin.

"Bas on demon man!!" With a voice that started hoarse the woman slightly shouted cursing at them.

"Devil? then your presumptuous behavior is called as what?! You bastard." Harwich grumbled softly while glaring a glare at him.

Harwich's gaze was shifted back to stare at the arms that had been scratched quite deeply While Michael was busy sorting out which nails he would pull out first. After making up his mind, Michael slowly squeezed the woman's nails.

"YATRINAKKHH!!"

A loud scream filled the room as Harwich slashed his arm to the ground. Right after, Michael's hand quickly pulled the scissors until they slipped out of place. The pull was able to make fresh blood seep out from there.

The pain caused the woman to lose a lot of energy. His hands began to tremble withstanding the pain. His eyes also shook violently. Even he had trouble just to take a deep breath.

"Please calm down, because we're just getting started. There will be many surprises waiting after this, Miss." Michael stroked gently the back of the woman's hand.

"Should we keep his mouth shut? His shout was very disturbing."