All MILFs are Mine Chapter 329: You will live to regret these words

"Elis..." Leon uttered, his face showing no emotion.

*Swish.*

"Master." From the shadow under his feet, Elis appeared, dropping to her knees instantly.

"Make me a comfy seat, darling." Leon commanded.

"Yes, Master."

With a lift of her hand, the throne from the 20th floor vanished and landed solidly behind him... *THUD*.

"Good." Leon sank into it leisurely, as if time meant nothing. From his inventory, he drew Nyxter and laid the weapon over his lap.

Alren eyed the blade, then Leon’s features, before flashing a familiar smile from past ordeals he’d endured.

"What’s the scheme? Some slices? Or right to my death? You foolish youngsters... Don’t you get it? I won’t spill a word."

"I’ll test something fresh on you today, and I promise, you’ll live to rue those words." Leon’s look stayed unchanged as he triggered the skill.

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<Skill Crafter>

[Please input a name for the skill.]

"Electric Shocks."

[Skill ’Electric Shocks’ has been created.]

[Rank settled to ’D’ by default.]

[State the purpose and parameters of the skill.]

"Converts a continuous stream of mana into electrical current. Output voltage is manually regulated by the user. Sustained use drains mana at a steady rate, the higher the voltage, the greater the consumption. Cannot generate projectile discharge or area-of-effect attacks. Effective range: direct contact only."

[Processing...]

’I’d planned to craft this for some time,’ Leon mused inwardly, a smirk tugging at his lips. ’Amusing. I first aimed to devise a chocolate milkshake creator before this skill. Still, it serves a purpose.’

A soft chuckle slipped from him... subdued, not overdone. Simply real mirth.

’What’s off with this guy?’ Alren wondered, seeing Leon mutter alone and grin at thin air. ’Why the eerie laugh?’

[Description accepted.]

[Please select the activation chant for skill {Electric Shocks}.]

"Electro."

[Chant ’Electro’ selected.]

[Estimated mana cost: 50 mana per 1 volt of electrical output.]

[Cooldown: 5 minutes after skill deactivation.]

[Would you like to learn the skill or destroy it?]

"Learn it."

[Congratulations. Skill {Electric Shocks} has been learned.]

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Leon rose, cracked his neck, and approached Alren unhurriedly. He squatted before him, stretching out his right index finger to lightly touch Alren’s pinky nail.

"...You’ve misunderstood me," Alren remarked, eyeing the touch with a sneer. "I don’t swing that way."

Leon ignored the jab. "Electro. One hundred volts."

<−5,000 mana>

*Trrr—*

*CRACK.*

"WHAT THE FUCK—"

Electricity stabbed into Alren’s finger like a searing needle piercing bone. His body convulsed wildly—shoulders, spine, legs locking in unison, chains clanging fiercely against their anchors.

In the corner, Fruela froze completely.

"...Oh." Leon cocked his head, observing the spasm. "Nice."

Alren gasped harshly. No trace of his smile remained. "What was that?"

"Nothing yet." Leon spoke casually. "Did you know human fingernails hide nerve endings right underneath? Fully vulnerable. The nail protects them partly." He paused. "Yours won’t anymore."

Effortlessly, he drew one of Nyxter’s blades and slid its edge under Alren’s nail.

"W—what are you—"

*Stab.*

"AHHHHHHHHH..."

In a swift, exact slice, the blade pried the nail from its bed with a moist, faint sound that chilled even more.

"Oh god." Fruela averted her gaze, hand clamped over her mouth.

*Tick.*

Leon gripped the loose nail with fingers and tugged it free smoothly—precise, neither rushed nor drawn out.

Beneath lay raw flesh, shiny and bleeding. Nerve endings, now bare to the air for Alren’s first time, screamed silent agony his mind couldn’t comprehend, drenched in crimson.

"There." Leon displayed the nail like proof. "See those red strands. They’re all yours."

He pressed his finger to the open wound again. The mere touch drew a hiss from Alren’s gritted teeth.

"Electro. One hundred and forty volts."

"You twisted ba—"

*TRRRRRRRRRR.*

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—"

His entire arm flailed wildly against the binding holding it in place. Veins bulged prominently on his neck. His teeth slammed together with such force that a back molar shattered.

Electricity surged straight into the bare nerve bundle and lingered, each instant delivering a searing-hot blast that raced unchecked into his brain.

Leon deactivated the skill.

The ensuing silence hung heavy in the air.

"Hehehe." The chuckle escaped softly, nearly a private murmur. "That's a real scream right there." His gaze settled on Alren with what could pass for admiration. "I hope you're relishing this as much as me."

Alren's head drooped low. His chest rose and fell rapidly. When he raised his gaze at last, tears glistened in his eyes—not from sobs, but a instinctive response—while rage blazed within him, raw and intense.

"You’re a fucking monster."

"You’re tougher than I thought." Leon delivered the words as praise. Rising to his feet, he shrugged his shoulders and positioned both palms flat on either side of Alren’s head, covering the temples, fingers digging securely into the skull.

Alren's eyes bulged wide. An instinctual awareness hit him before his thoughts could process the impending doom.

"W-What are you—"

"Electro. Two hundred and ten volts." He paused briefly. "Charge."

*TRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.*

"AGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..."

What erupted was no longer a mere scream. It transcended words—a primal noise ripped from Alren's body against his will, dragged from his chest, throat, and depths even further. Echoing through the hallway, it vanished into the dungeon's stony maw, yet rang out deafeningly.

His jaw seized up. Eyes rolled back. Facial muscles all seized at once—brow, cheeks, jaw—twisting his expression into a frozen, agonized grimace beyond his command. Electricity leaped between temples, frying delicate brain tissues, igniting forbidden neural paths, and sparking chaos across his motor cortex like a flaming circuit.

Bound hands yanked desperately at the straps, fueled by primal survival frenzy.

Leon let go.

Alren collapsed limply. Breaths rattled in short, trembling gasps. Drool trickled thinly from his chin.

"Phew." Leon retreated a step, surveying him with faint approval. "A solid taste of what's coming." He sank back onto the throne.

"We’re just getting started. So don’t you dare break."

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*Swish. Swish.*

Two silhouettes descended noiselessly into the chamber—Rees and Dreulis, conjured from thin air, lured by the agonized cries.

Dreulis's eyes flicked straight to Alren, then to Leon.

"I heard screaming."

"Small interrogation session." Leon flicked his hand casually. "Nothing to concern yourself with."

Dreulis examined the mangled finger, the emerging scorch marks on Alren’s temples, the blank stare in his eyes. "...Isn’t he one of the Royal Castle’s personal guards?"

"He is."

"Are you extracting information about the King? The castle?"

"No, I want to know who he actually answers to." Leon’s tone grew chillier. "Now be quiet and let me finish."

He stood once more. Circled behind Alren’s seat. Laid one hand open against the nape of his neck, fingers splayed, palm pressing the neck vertebrae.

Alren sensed it. The hand's heat. The looming threat.

"N-No— please— I don’t—I haven’t—"

"Electro." A subtle grin crossed Leon’s lips. "Three hundred and twenty volts. Charge."

*TRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.*

Electricity smashed into the neck nerves like a sledgehammer.

One complete second passed with every muscle in Alren’s frame seizing together... jaw, neck, arms, chest, legs... full-body convulsion, form stiff as rock in the seat, tendons stretched to breaking.

Shudders then erupted.

His head jerked frontward then rearward. Spine arched and unbent in frantic, savage fits. Legs pounded the ground.

*thud thud thud thud*.

Heels battered stone in a swift, uncontrollable cadence born solely from his body's instincts. That noise somehow cut deepest.

No cry emerged. Throat sealed tight along with the rest. Only a strained, shrill whistle escaped past unyielding jaws.

Foamy spittle built at his mouth's edge, sliding down his chin.

Leon pulled away his hand.

Seizures ceased. Alren's head fell to his chest. Foam trickled down.

"...Did I kill him?" Leon stepped forward to confront him, truly intrigued, and delivered a crisp, forceful slap to the cheek.

*SLAP*

Alren's head whipped sideways.

Then—

"Haaaahhh—" A huge, gasping breath, as if breaking the surface after drowning depths. Eyes snapped open, frantic and dazed, pupils hugely dilated.

As their eyes finally settled on Leon’s face, every shred of defiance vanished from them.

Something far more genuine took its place.

"N-No—" His voice quivered so fiercely that the words shattered. "Stay away from me— please— I’ll tell you— I’ll tell you everything—" The pleas poured out in a frantic rush.

"I work for the King’s third wife— Madam Luna R. Stark— I collect information and pass it to her, that’s all, I swear, I swear on everything, I don’t know anything else, please— please don’t—"

Leon rose to his full height. He exhaled a long breath through his nostrils.

"Luna R. Stark." Dreulis murmured the name softly, pondering it. "I never trusted that woman to begin with." A short pause followed, then a casual shrug, like he was tucking the info away.

"Can you show me that spell again?" He asked, moving nearer, his gaze locked on Leon’s hand with open fascination.

"Of course." Leon turned back to Alren with a smile.

"No—" Alren’s voice cracked. "No, I told you everything— I told you everything—"

Leon’s hand covered his mouth. Gentle. Unrushed. His fingers splayed over Alren’s jaw and lower face, stifling the cries entirely.

He bent down until his eyes aligned with Alren’s.

"You did tell me everything," he murmured softly. "Now... You’re of no use to me anymore, and as I said, I would make you regret saying those words."

He stood tall.

"Electro. Ten thousand volts."

*TRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

What followed bore no trace of mere pain. It resembled nothing human at all.

Alren’s body blazed from within.

For two full seconds, he shone with luminescence — a profound, throbbing blue glow seeping through the skin of his chest, his throat, the fragile flesh of his sealed eyelids, the gaps between his fingers, as if a massive electrical surge had overtaken his blood and scorched its path outward.

Then his body quit trembling.

The glow extinguished.

A slender trail of black smoke rose lazily from between his lips.

Leon let him go and backed away.

In place of Alren’s eyes, two dark, shrunken husks lay hollowed in their sockets, exploded by the inner force. A vast, forked web of black, like barren winter branches, fanned from the edges of his jaw across both cheeks, seared deeply into the flesh.

The smoke persisted in rising, slow and steady, fading into the ceiling while an unearthly hush blanketed the room.