'This brat will regret being this unresponsive later.'
A cruel grin emerged as the Warden imagined the tearful face the apathetic maggot would make when he finally got his spirit broken.
Nylon, on the other hand, was staring past the Warden, his eyes focusing on the Reward Wheel. His free daily spin was here.
Unfortunately, for the roll, all he received was a pair of Common-ranked Leather Boots.
'Well, at least the size should fit,' Nylon consoled himself as he clicked the 'X5' above the boots that he automatically sent to his Inventory. Now, he had 5 pairs of the same black Leather Boots in his Inventory.
"What are you getting distracted for, maggot!?" the Warden kicked Nylon's bed. "Get your ass to the Mines. You'll be there the whole day!"
Nylon merely nodded before getting up off his bed. He was the first of the Slaves in this cabin to reach the Mines and begin swinging away.
Warden Sith—the Warden who disliked Nylon most—clicked his tongue. He abhorred Nylon's attitude. His fake obedience. His non-rebelliousness. Everything about the brat annoyed the hell out of Sith.
"What are you all staring at!?" he yelled at the dazed Slaves in the cabin. "Get to the Mines as well!!"
"Y-Yes, sir!"
Hours quickly passed for the Slaves working at the North Sea Mines. They were all wondering how Nylon would react to his doomed fate.
Then the hour of destiny finally arrived.
It was noon on the coastline of the North Sea. The blazing sun hung high in the sky, its sweltering rays beating down on the Slaves and Wardens who had left the Mines to see a show.
"Are you ready for what's going to happen to you, you little shit??" Warden Sith wore a wide, sadistic grin on his face. He whipped around a curved spike whip, clearly attempting to intimidate the young man poised shirtless in front of him.
Warden Sith made sure to schedule this event on a stage large enough for everyone in the Department to view what was about to happen.
Many were whispering from below the stage while staring at Nylon. The more squeamish ones, however, averted their gazes. This ordeal was sure to be a bloody one.
"For ignoring the rules and staying inside the Mines past curfew, this ingrate, Nylon Ashborne, will be subjected to 20 whippings of the spike-whip!" Warden Sith announced happily. "Does anyone have any objections to this verdict!?"
No response was given.
Warden Sith smirked. "Very well then..." He raised the whip's handle, its spikes gleaming under the raging sun above. "...Let us begin the punishment!!"
FWACK!
The first hit!
Warden Sith's face contorted in pleasure when he felt his whip come into contact with human flesh. He wanted to savor this feeling forever—
"Wait, Huh…!?" Warden Sith's eyeballs bulged at the mind-boggling sight of a perfectly unscathed back. Nylon's previous scars were still present, but not even the slightest mark had been added to the collection after Sith's whipping.
Numerous others were also dumbfounded by this anomaly. Had Warden Sith not put any strength into his whipping??
"It's not like Sith to go easy on someone he's targeted." Warden Elric furrowed his brows. "Something is not right here."
"Oh, I know that boy," said Warden Anna, a pretty blonde woman with a busty figure. "He's the famous 'Silent Trash,' isn't he? Seldom does he speak, and though he's never shown bad performance in the Mines, he gets abused because of his lack of cultivation."
She felt a bit bad for the little guy.
"This world is one where the strong controls the weak," Warden Anna commented, deriving some joy from the frustrated face Sith was making. "This boy is weak. And for that, he's likely to die."
The Wardens nodded in agreement.
If the boy had at least feigned pain after the first strike, Sith might've let him off. But looking at the expression he was making now, there was no way Nylon's fate would be a pretty one.
"You damn maggot!!" Warden Sith whipped out with twice the power. "You dare embarrass me!?"
FWACK!
The second hit!
This one was sure to deal a good amount of damage to the back-skin of a trash without any cultivation—
"This…"
The spectators were stunned silent.
"You…!" Warden Sith's skin tone cycled between green, purple, and red as he seethed in place.
Once again, Nylon was left unharmed. A fact that threw everyone's common sense for a loop.
"Is Sith broken or something?" Warden Anna laughed while pointing at Warden Sith. "I've heard ladies talking about his underperformance in bed, but I never thought that'd apply to his work as well!"
Warden Sith's forehead veins bulged. Fire shot out of his eyes as he stared at Nylon like a dead man walking.
Nylon, on the other hand, was drowsily dozing off in place. The pain inflicted on him by the Warden was negligible at best, not even good enough to speed up his body tempering process.
With his pride on the line, Warden Sith decided to take things up a notch. He revealed a cruel grin as he circulated a power equivalent to the 1st Plane—the Collection Plane.
"!!!" "!!!" "!!!"