'I'm being unfairly blamed,' Su Ze thought. 'Die is the one doing all this, so what does it have to do with me?'
'Still, it seems the trick is effective... I'll have to make good use of this dream torture in the future, really develop it.'
"I've decided. I should give this punishment a name. How about 'Dream Punishment'?"
Su Ze asked for the Pope's opinion.
The Pope wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and quickly replied, "An excellent name!"
"Master, he's begging for mercy in his dream," Die reported.
Su Ze checked the time and chuckled. "Keep going. Don't stop. It looks like his three companions haven't had enough yet. They haven't shown the slightest reaction."
As onlookers, the other three Dou Race Moon Gods were also pale-faced and drenched in cold sweat. But since the knife wasn't at their own throats, none of them had any intention of surrendering.
After another moment, Die reported again, "Master, he's started trying to kill himself in the dream."
