Chapter 485: Horrifying Deaths
The hall fell into complete silence. Everyone stared in dismay.
Then—
"HE TWISTED HER NECK!"
"HER FACE IS THE OTHER WAY AROUND"
"HE KILLED HER!"
"HE ACTUALLY KILLED HER!"
Screams erupted. Officials stumbled backward, knocking over chairs, clutching each other. Somewhere in the back, someone fainted. Others covered their mouths, their faces green.
Nadia closed her eyes.
She had known this would happen. Had known from the moment Mika stood up, from the moment she saw that look in his eyes.
She had tried to stop him. She had failed.
Now there was blood on the floor.
Meanwhile, the family was utterly terrified.
The wife stumbled back, trying to distance herself from the corpse whose head was now twisted unnaturally toward her.
The daughter, who had loved her grandmother and received treats from her, fainted on the spot from sheer terror.
The brother, despite his earlier bravery, turned pale as he watched the mother who had raised him die so brutally.
The bomber himself, for all his strength and fanaticism, was horrified.
"Mama..." His voice was barely a whisper. "Mama, I..."
He had thought himself a hard man nothing could break, but seeing the woman who gave birth to him killed so easily—her head snapped around because he refused to speak made his heart stop and his gut drop.
But Mika didn’t seem bothered at all. He simply moved to the brother, grabbing him from behind and holding his head firmly.
Knowing what was coming, the bomber glared furiously.
"STOP IT! STOP IT! DON’T YOU HARM HIM! DON’T YOU DARE DO ANYTHING TO HIM!"
Mika asked calmly. "Then are you going to say what I need to know?"
The man only gritted his teeth harder and stayed silent.
Mika sighed. "Well, if that’s the case, then you force my hand on this matter."
To everyone’s horrified gaze, he shoved his fingers into the top of the brother’s skull.
The room erupted again—screams, vomit, chaos—but Mika didn’t stop. His fingers sank into flesh and bone like it was soft clay.
The brother’s mouth opened, but no sound came out. The pain was too vast, too consuming, to express.
Then Mika gripped the man’s head with both hands.
And pulled.
TEAR! SPLATTER!
The brother’s body split in two!
Organs spilled onto the floor. Blood sprayed across the officials, across the walls, across the crying face of the little girl.
Two halves of what had once been a man fell to the ground with a wet, sickening slap.
The hall descended into madness.
"WHAT THE HELL? HE’S TORN HIM APART! HE’S SPLIT HIM INTO TWO HALVES!"
"IS HE A MONSTER? HOW COULD HE DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT? I CAN’T...I CAN’T!"
Several officials vomited violently. The sight was far worse than the neck twist—this time there was blood, organs, and gore everywhere. Some delegates wet or soiled themselves in pure terror.
Chaos reigned as people panicked uncontrollably.
Nadia could no longer watch and turned her head away, fists clenched.
The wife started vomiting too, but the gag forced her to swallow it back down. Her eyes burned with horror at seeing her brother-in-law turned into pieces of meat.
And the bomber, the man who had sworn he felt nothing, who had sacrificed his family for his cause, stared at the remains of his brother in despair.
Memories flooded his mind—playing together as children, talking about their shared dreams, planning a future where they would conquer the world and live like kings.
So, to see his brother ripped apart so brutally made his face go deathly pale. He stumbled to his knees, resolve shattering.
"Brother...my dear brother..." He could barely speak, voice broken with pure horror.
Mika paid no attention to the screams, the vomiting, or the sheer panic filling the hall. His expression remained cold and detached as he stared at the broken man on his knees.
Casually, almost conversationally, he asked. "So? Are you going to change your mind now?"
The bomber was still grieving, tears streaming down his face, but Mika didn’t wait for an answer.
He simply moved to the next one.
When the man looked up, his blood ran cold. Mika was standing behind his wife, one hand resting lightly on the back of her neck. She was trembling violently, tears pouring from her eyes as she looked desperately at her husband through the gag.
Her muffled cries were frantic—begging him with every fiber of her being to tell Mika everything, to save her and what remained of their family.
"No...No, not her! Not her!" The bomber screamed, voice cracking.
For a brief moment, his resolve truly wavered. After watching his mother and brother murdered so brutally, he wanted to abandon everything—the mission, the cult, the Eternal Queen.
He just wanted his family back. He wanted to save them from the demon standing before him.
But then he stopped himself.
He looked down at his own hands, at the tattoos that marked him as a devoted member of the cult.
He rolled up his sleeves, revealing even more ink—symbols and writings promising him martyrdom, a place in paradise, and eternal glory as a hero for the Eternal Queen’s cause.
His teeth ground together so hard that a few shattered. He glared at Mika with pure, unadulterated rage, eyes wild like a maniac who had completely lost control.
"FUCK YOU...FUCK YOU, YOU LITTLE SHIT! I’LL KILL YOU! I’LL KILL ALL OF YOU! I’LL STAB YOU A THOUSAND TIMES AND RIP YOUR EYES OUT AND FEAST ON THEM!"
Mika simply rolled his eyes, as if this outburst was a minor annoyance. He turned to Nadia and said calmly.
"This guy is quite tough, Nadia. If I just simply kill his wife, I don’t think it’s going to have too much of an effect. That’s why I need you to make him lie down on the ground, Nadia."
He gently pushed the wife forward. "And make her hang upside down right over his head."
Nadia hesitated, confusion and unease clear on her face. She knew Mika wasn’t planning anything good, and part of her wanted to protest.
But when Mika added a soft, "Please." She understood it wasn’t really a request. It was a command that could not be refused.
Biting her lip bitterly, she manipulated gravity. The bomber’s body suddenly became impossibly heavy, forcing him flat onto the ground despite his screaming and thrashing.
"LET ME GO! LET ME GO, YOU BASTARD! WHEN THE QUEEN COMES BACK, SHE’LL KILL YOU ALL!"
While he raged, Nadia made the wife float upside down, hanging by her legs, and positioned her directly above the man’s head.
Their faces were now inches apart—the wife looking down at her husband with tears and a look of utter betrayal, silently asking why he was letting this happen.
The man had tears in his own eyes as he whispered brokenly.
"I’m sorry...I’m so sorry, darling. But this is what I have to do. I was born for this. Without this, my life was meaningless."
Her eyes went hollow. The last flicker of hope died.
She had been a believer too, once. Had dreamed of the new world, the eternal reward, the glorious future.
But watching her husband sacrifice her—watching him choose a corpse queen’s dream over her living, breathing love had shattered something inside her.
She looked away.
She couldn’t look at him anymore.
Mika crouched between them.
His hand rested on the wife’s neck. Gentle. Almost tender.
"What I’m going to do next is something I don’t want to do, and it’s quite horrible—to the extent that all the officials here who are still watching will probably have nightmares about this in the future."
He glanced at the terrified delegates.
"So for the sake of your wife, and also for the sake of everyone watching, I ask you: do you want to give up the information and save all the remaining members of your faction?"
"Just say a couple of words. You don’t even have to talk to me—just mention where the bombs are and we’ll let you go." He sighed deeply. "You’ve already lost two precious people close to you. I don’t want to make you lose another two."
The man hesitated, eyes filled with reluctance, anger, rage, and sadness.
Then he suddenly spat toward Mika’s face.
"Ptoo!"
Mika dodged it easily and remained calm.
"Fuck you!" The bomber sneered viciously. "That Eternal Queen will come back and you’ll die and everyone you love will die!"
"No, no, no—they won’t just die a simple death. We’ll slowly torture all the men in your family and slice them apart while they’re still alive. And as for the women..."
He let out a lewd, disgusting chuckle.
"You can only imagine what’s gonna happen to them. We’re gonna take our time with all of them and make sure that the children they bear in the future are all members of our faction and look up to her name."
Mika looked at him.
His face was calm. His eyes were not.
"I see." He said softly. "If that’s how you want it..."
He gripped the wife’s head with one hand. Her shoulder with the other.
She began to cry.
"I’m sorry for what I’m about to do."
Mika said to her, and for the first time, there was something almost like genuine regret in his voice.
"But if you’re going to blame anyone, blame your husband. He chose this. Not me."
She tried to speak through her gag. Tried to plead. Tried to beg.
Mika pulled.
Creeeck!
The sound was like wet cloth tearing. Her bones creaked, groaned, strained against their sockets. Her flesh stretched, then split.
"MNNN—! KRHHHH—! ARGHHHH—!"
She screamed, a muffled, horrible sound, choked by the cloth in her mouth, as she felt her head being torn from her body.
"STOP!" The man thrashed against his bonds. "STOP IT! SHE’S HURTING! CAN’T YOU SEE SHE’S HURTING?!"
But Mika didn’t care. He continued pulling.
The wife’s screams were miserable and continuous. Her bones elongated and tore until, with a sickening—PACHAK!
Mika tore her head completely off!
The upper half remained hanging upside down while the lower half separated violently.
Her decapitated head now stared with hollow, miserable eyes, as if everything she had ever believed in had been destroyed in that final moment.
The hall exploded with fresh horror.’
"HE TORE OFF HER HEAD! HE FUCKING TORE OFF HER HEAD!"
"THAT BOY IS A DEMON—HE’S AN ACTUAL DEMON!"
"I-I CAN’T WATCH THIS ANYMORE! I CAN’T!"
More officials stumbled back. Some fainted outright. The scene was far worse than anything they had imagined.
But it got even worse.
Because the wife’s body was hanging upside down, all the blood poured straight down—directly into her husband’s open mouth as he screamed.
He immediately began choking and coughing, unable to breathe as hot blood flooded his throat and lungs.
But Mika didn’t stop there and what he did next sent shivers to even Nadia herself.