37: Chapter 37 He's playing you, sir.

"Was the nightmare last night your doing?"

Chen Moxuan's eyes turned icy, and rage surged across his face.

The speaker fell silent for a moment before a voice came through again: "...That's right."

Blood rushed to Chen Moxuan's head, veins bulged on his arms, and he struggled fiercely, trying to break free from his shackles.

His face flushed red from the exertion, and his teeth ground together audibly, but the shackles seemed rooted in place, not moving an inch.

These shackles were unimaginably sturdy, and Chen Moxuan's body was bound tightly to the chair; in his current position, he couldn't exert any force at all.

In the monitoring room upstairs, Yang Shan stared intently at the surveillance screen, his eyes filled with surprise.

He had originally been extremely unwilling to admit that such an extremely boring dream was his creation.

But now, watching Chen Moxuan's near-manic struggle on the screen, a strange feeling stirred in his heart.

It seemed that last night's dream was actually quite effective?

Yang Shan curled his lips into a cold sneer, then spoke softly into the microphone on the console:

"Don't waste your energy. This chair you're sitting in was prepared specifically for you. Even a B-Rank Transcendent of the Reinforcement Type cannot break free once bound."

"You bastard! Once I get out, you'll be the first one I destroy!"

Chen Moxuan's eyes were bloodshot, and he continued to struggle fiercely, roaring in anger.

Seeing this, Yang Shan finally laughed with satisfaction: "Hahahaha, that's right! This is the exact reaction I wanted!"

After laughing, his expression suddenly turned ferocious: "Get out? You don't naively think you still have a chance to get out, do you?"

"I couldn't find your information in the Transcendent database; your status is just that of an ordinary citizen. Once you fall into my hands here, you are nothing but my toy."

"There are only two ways to leave this place: become my dog, or be broken."

"However... judging by the fact that you dared to engage in close-quarters combat with me from the start, you are likely a physical Reinforcement Type ability user, which is a bit dangerous. No matter what, I cannot keep a dog that might bite its master by my side, so there is only one path awaiting you."

"In the days to come, you will be my lab rat here during the day, testing the treatment plans I've designed. After being physically and mentally exhausted, you will continue to sink into endless nightmares until your Soul collapses."

"I didn't expect to encounter an unregistered Transcendent... Transcendents are just so good; they allow me to torture them for a long time. Hahahaha!"

While Yang Shan rambled on, Chen Moxuan had already regained his calm, merely staring coldly at the speaker emitting the manic laughter, his eyes full of disdain.

Seeing this, Yang Shan stopped laughing and said in a chilling tone: "Take a good look at the man beside you; that is the fate that awaits you."

As his voice faded, the male nurse, who had just caught his breath because the ring on his head had stopped emitting electric current, immediately screamed in terror: "Lord Yang, I really don't know anything!"

"I was just following instructions from above to quickly bring the person into that long-term ward..."

The next second, the ring erupted with a blinding arc of electricity, cutting off his words.

"Aaaaaah—" The male nurse's shrill scream suddenly rang out within the enclosed space.

This time, the electric current was far more powerful than what he had previously endured, and it was no longer intermittent.

It kept shocking the man until his whole body convulsed violently, and white foam uncontrollably spilled from the corners of his mouth.

Within just a few seconds, he rolled his eyes and passed out, his body still trembling slightly from the lingering effects of the current.

"Director, what are you doing? Didn't I say to take it slow?"

Yang Shan looked with dissatisfaction at a man in the monitoring room who was operating the electric chair switch.

This man had somewhat graying hair and looked to be at least over fifty; he was the director of this psychiatric hospital.

Facing Yang Shan's questioning, the director, like a trembling mouse, shuddered uncontrollably and hurriedly explained: "Lord Yang, I am truly sorry. I was blinded by anger and lost my sense of proportion for a moment."

"A new patient mysteriously arrived at the hospital. They didn't follow standard procedures, and no one reported it to me; I was completely kept in the dark. By the time I realized what was happening, the person had already been sent to the long-term ward."

"The patients living in the long-term ward have been in our hospital for too long; they have long since lost their Life Qi and are all people Lord Yang has lost interest in. Our hospital rarely gets a new patient, so how could I arrange for him to be sent to such a place?"

"That such an ignorant person appeared under my command is due to my lax discipline. I feel deeply guilty towards Lord Yang and wish I could slice this ignorant fellow into a thousand pieces!"

As the director spoke, he was tearful, as if speaking from the bottom of his heart, making everyone believe in his sincerity.

"That's enough." Yang Shan waved his hand. "It's quite hard work for you to manage the entire psychiatric hospital by yourself."

In Dazhou Nation, the rights of Transcendents are higher than all non-ability users.

The work that ordinary citizens engage in, in the final analysis, is all to serve Transcendents.

This Qingqiu Psychiatric Hospital, the moment Yang Shan chose to come here, became his private playground.

Here, Yang Shan could fully indulge his hobbies, which is also the reason he did not choose to become a professional hero.

As for trivial matters like daily hospital procedures, Yang Shan left them all to the director to handle, while he only needed to focus on having fun.

He was not at all interested in what kind of backroom dealings were hidden behind Chen Moxuan, nor for what purpose.

All he looked forward to was seeing Chen Moxuan completely collapse under torture and reveal that expression of despair.

Thinking of this, a glimmer of excitement flashed in Yang Shan's eyes: "Let's go straight to the main course."

Hearing this, the director hurriedly raised his hand and skillfully pressed several buttons on the console.

The next moment, a faint sound of machinery came from above Chen Moxuan's head; a cold metal ring slowly extended and then rapidly descended, precisely encircling his head.

"This time, remember to take it slow."

Yang Shan stared intently at the surveillance screen, his lips curling into a cruel arc.

The director operated the mechanism, and the ring encircling Chen Moxuan's head instantly erupted with deep blue electric arcs, which wove and drilled into Chen Moxuan's temples.

Chen Moxuan's body immediately trembled slightly, and he frowned.

And then... that was just a frown.

"Hmm?" A flicker of confusion crossed Yang Shan's face, which had originally worn a playful smile.

One had to know that the electricity used by the electric chair in this psychiatric hospital was by no means ordinary current.

It was a special electric current converted by a device created by a Transcendent using their Special Ability, which greatly amplified pain while reducing physical damage.

Being shocked shouldn't elicit this kind of reaction in a person.

"Is the power you're using too low? Turn it up!" Yang Shan shouted at the director.

"Didn't you tell me to take it slow..." the director muttered to himself, but his hands didn't hesitate as he turned the power up by double.

The electric arcs blooming on the ring became visibly thicker, but Chen Moxuan's brows began to relax, and he instead showed an expression of enjoyment.

Seeing this, Yang Shan couldn't help but wonder if Chen Moxuan had some special fetish?

"Increase the power again!"

As the electric arcs became more violent, Chen Moxuan seemed to realize his expression was off, and he exaggeratedly scrunched up his facial features, trying to act as if he were in great pain.

It was just that his acting was too exaggerated, and combined with his gaze remaining very calm, it was obviously fake at a glance.

"What is he doing?" Yang Shan stared fixedly at the screen, dumbfounded.

"He is playing you, Sir," the director replied in a low voice.