Chapter Six: The Black Iron Chain

At this moment, Li Ziyuan was in such excruciating pain that he wished they would end his suffering quickly. Yet, in the next instant, he resumed cursing, for as long as he lived, he refused to yield to these beasts.

The brutality of the bandits was inhuman; the dark web livestream viewers were exhilarated, the cyber police were helpless, and the passengers were gripped by fear and despair.

Such was the atmosphere—what kind of world was this, where heaven and hell coexisted?

Li Ziyuan’s limbs had been severed and tossed aside, resembling a grotesque human pig; the sight was terrifying.

At this moment, how he wished to faint from the pain. He thought of Yu Tian—wondered if she was enduring similar torment—and that thought filled him with a futile rage.

If he ever had the chance in another life to confront these demons, he vowed he would exact revenge.

Nearby stood men and women in white coats, seemingly accustomed to this scene, numb from witnessing such horrors repeatedly.

One could only wonder what their mindset was when they first began dissecting live humans to harvest usable organs.

The female assistant in white methodically retrieved sharp surgical tools from a silver case.

A bandit tightly bound Li Ziyuan to the white table with hemp ropes to prevent him from thrashing during the dissection, which might ruin the organs and diminish their market value.

The profits were obscene: livestream fees, extortion, the organ trade—they amassed such fortune. If there were gods, would they stand idly by?

Perhaps the gods were indifferent, or perhaps they did not exist at all.

The female assistant sprayed alcohol onto the rows of surgical instruments.

Though masked, only her clear eyes, seeming to peer into one’s soul, were visible. Yet, that did not diminish the eerie, ghostlike allure she exuded.

Her mysterious visage, glimpsed beneath the mask, made one want desperately to uncover her face.

But to Li Ziyuan, such a beautiful woman was nothing but a hideous demon from the depths of hell—a twisted heart concealed beneath that fair exterior.

At this moment, the woman prepared to join the equally sinister man in the white coat to dissect him like a merciless demon.

“Heh heh, come on, enchantress. Let me see what you can do,” Li Ziyuan whispered with a faint, despairing smile.

The female assistant glanced coldly at him, reluctantly acknowledging the indomitable spirit radiating from Li Ziyuan—a quality that made her curious.

Yet, she bore no sympathy whatsoever. In her eyes, Li Ziyuan’s fate was sealed; he was merely a puppet to be toyed with at their whim.

“Heh heh,” the man in white emitted a chilling laugh. “Don’t worry—we’ll be gentle. We won’t let you suffer too much.”

His voice seemed to echo from the underworld, sending shivers down the spine.

The man appeared possessed by a manic excitement; each dissection thrilled him like a bloodthirsty demon.

He held a surgical blade as sharp as a grim reaper’s scythe, slowly advancing toward Li Ziyuan’s abdomen. The blade was so keen it sliced through his skin as if cutting soft tofu.

Instantly, unbearable pain forced Li Ziyuan to let out a soul-wrenching scream.

Yu Tian collapsed to the ground, powerless, kneeling in despair with her head bowed deeply.

Within her, a terrifying, complex transformation was taking place; her tears abruptly ceased.

If anyone had looked into Yu Tian’s eyes then, they would have been startled. She was unnervingly calm—so calm it was frightening, as if possessed by a demon.

The dark web livestream camera ominously focused on Li Ziyuan; its cold lens was like the eyes of a demon, fixated on this merciless scene.

They were butchering a living man for spectacle, treating human life as worthless, playing a macabre death game.

“Don’t worry,” the man in white soothed in that hellish voice. “Your heart will be the last to be taken. You must hold on. You must be strong. You must live until the very end.”

Those words hung like a curse in the dreadful atmosphere, so tense it was hard to breathe.

One of the bandits hauled a half-person-high box from the back of a truck—an expertly crafted container designed to preserve organs. He placed it on the blood-stained table.

Blood trickled slowly across the surface as the surgical blade continued its merciless work. Li Ziyuan felt sharp pangs; when the first kidney was removed, his consciousness began to fade, his breaths shallow and faint. The kidney was carefully placed into the box.

“Heh heh, it looks like it’s time for the heart—otherwise it’ll spoil when the heartbeat stops,” the man in white said, sensing Li Ziyuan’s weakening state. The blade moved swiftly toward the heart.

The viewers in the dark web chatroom were thrilled by the scene, while some passengers lowered their heads, trembling; others stared in horror, as if glimpsing their own grim fate.

Soon, Li Ziyuan’s heart was fully extracted, held in the man’s hands. It struggled feebly for a final moment. Li Ziyuan closed his eyes in unwilling resignation.

In his last second of life, how he wished to become a vengeful spirit from a movie, even if he could not reincarnate, he vowed to seek revenge—and above all, to protect her.

Just as Li Ziyuan closed his eyes in despair, the ground suddenly trembled without warning.

Mysterious black iron chains silently emerged from beneath the earth, radiating an eerie aura like ghosts.

These chains seemed to come from a mysterious underworld power, imperceptible to mortals. They swiftly wrapped around Li Ziyuan’s soul and, without a sound, yanked it forcefully, dragging him into a world unseen by ordinary eyes, leaving behind a chilling silence.

The atmosphere was suffocatingly terrifying. Yu Tian watched helplessly as Li Ziyuan’s heart was placed into the special box; grief overwhelmed her, replaced by burning fury instead of fear.

In a distant office, a middle-aged man sat at a computer desk. He had just set down some documents and opened the dark web livestream—the same man who had once helped Yu Tian.

He had heard much about the dark web livestream and, to gain a deeper understanding of this world, had become one of its watchers.

Upon entering the livestream, his brows furrowed, sensing Yu Tian was doing something unimaginable.

Yu Tian, desperate to survive, had revealed an unprecedented allure. She was determined to live, no matter the cost. Only by becoming one of them could she avenge Li Ziyuan.