The Last Incarnation Of The Land Of Arden II
CHAPTER 1 [Hell and Desire]

Now Ambareesh is in a bright and white isolation room. Ambareesh blinked his blurry eyes.

"Uncle Zen, why did you send me to hell?"

Ambareesh's lips were dry and chapped due to the medicinal effects that entered his body. His body feels numb. He could only blink his eyes and use his still-functioning sense of hearing.

"CLACK!" The door of Ambareesh isolation room opens. Vivi, Wandlle's assistant pushed the bed Ambareesh used out of his isolation room.

"Where else is he taking me? Why don't they just kill me?"

Vivi brought Ambareesh into another foreign room. There, there was a Wandlle waiting for him.

Iron heated in the form of units of numbers looks very red lifted by him.

"What do you want to do with that hot thing?"

Vivi flipped Ambareesh's body to the right side. He pulled the Ambareesh suit on his left arm up.

"What are they going to do?"

"CSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHH" The hot iron, affixed by Wandlle on Ambareesh's left arm.

Ambareesh widened his eyes. Skin's burning. "HMMMM!!!" He bit his lips until they were bleeding. The number 227 is imprinted on Ambareesh's left arm.

"How's 227 progressing?" Wandlle gave Ambareesh an infusion for his recovery.

"The object has not shown rejection. Her body is receiving medicine well" Vivi replied as she took out her medical magic. The magic, it looks like a transparent red screen. Inside that screen, there was an Ambaresh heartbeat still running normally.

Ambareesh chest feels hot. In fact, both of his palms were unable to grip his straps well.

Wandlle began to examine one by one Ambareesh's body parts that might remove the horn.

There are no visible lumps. Even so, Wandlle has not been discouraged.

"For the drug later tonight, increase the dose for human genes"

"What's? Can you please rephrase the Doctor?" Ask Vivi.

"I want 227 to have human genes in it" Wandlle replied.

"Good"

"What does that mean? I-I want to get out of here fast. When will Uncle come?"

"Then, about the man who brought 227, make him die. He knows this place"

"What are they talking about?"

"I've arranged it. I just need to report the data about him to the Palace" said Vivi.

"Xixixi, I can't wait for the news of his death in the main Akaiakuma newspaper" Wandlle chuckled.

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Three days passed so quickly. Ambareesh became a quiet figure and he began to be allowed not to be tied up again.

Ambareesh scratched his right head right on his upper right ear.

He started to get stressed out about his surroundings. The white room alone and no other items other than the mattress made Ambareesh's mind more saturated.

He squatted on the floor and leaned against the wood of his mattress while biting the skin of his left thumb. "I gotta get out of here. Whatever it is"

"GRUNT!" The skin of his thumb was peeled off. A drop of blood came out of there. Ambareesh did not feel the slightest pain. This is because of the effect of painkillers given to Ambareesh.

"CLACK!!" The door of the room sounded.

"No! Not again!" Ambareesh immediately hid under the floor of his bed. His heart was beating fast. A pair of legs were seen stopping at the door of his room.

"227! Where're you? Look, I brought happy tidings from your uncle~ He will be beheaded today~"

"Your uncle is very lucky, he will die without feeling the pain for a long time"

Ambareesh was blown away. "No way".

"Fast up!" The newspaper, dropped by Wandlle next to Ambareesh's mattress. He knows the children's hiding places.

"I just wanted to give you that"

Ambareesh pulled the paper. He couldn't read that. He doesn't recognize letters. Ambareesh threw the newspaper at Wandlle's feet.

"Why? Are you surprised?" Ask Wandlle.

"Go! You Monster!!!" Shouted Ambareesh.

"Pff! PUAHAHAHAHA! THE MONSTER?! ME! YOUR HELPER ANGEL! GREPS! YOKO!!"

Wandlle danced Ambareesh's legs until dragged out. He brought his face closer to Ambareesh's. "This afternoon, I want you to fight with Object 106. The strongest will live on and the weak will fail!"

Ambareesh spat on Wandlle's left face. Wandlle reflexes turned to the right. He rubbed his left cheek that Ambareesh spat on with a handkerchief.

"GRET!" Wandle clutching Ambareesh's thin cheek. "I want you to stay alive no matter what" Wandlle took it off violently and then he left Ambareesh's isolation room.

Ambareesh scratched his head back.

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Ambareesh can't magic one bit. He knows where, but he doesn't know how to get it out.

The wall clock kept going. Ambareesh was walking around in the white room like a madman while tapping into the wall.

Wandlle saw Ambareesh from the screen feeling strange about his behavior. "What is that boy?" Wandlle said as she took off her glasses to see it clearly.

"Shuut" A woman's hand, running down Wandlle's neck to her chest from behind. "Doctor, are you sure this will work to get him out of whichever?"

Wandlle saw the face of that hand. That woman is Vivi, Wandle's assistant. Wandle removed Vivi's hands from her neck. He stood up while wearing his glasses.

"of course. He's not as familiar as I thought with his uncle. Should've, if I had given him the paper, it could have made a trigger for him. It's not what I think. Or, he had another reason for not being able to bring out mana?" Wandlle.

"YES! In addition to sadness, fear can be a trigger. I'm going to freak the boy out while fighting Object 106" Wandlle continued, patting his hand.

"Object 106? Isn't that dangerous, doctor? I myself was overwhelmed because of Object 106. What's with Object 227?" Ask Vivi.

"Trust me. The winner is only the strongest.227 has the potential to be the strongest of all the Objects here. He was the only one who was able to recover from the medicine within two days. The other object was paralyzed for three months because of the medicine we gave it. Object 106 was paralyzed for five weeks.227, different from the 149 objects here" Wandlle explained, showing his wide grin.

Wandlle's gone mad.

His father was a doctor who had a natural talent in uniting one gene with another without giving drugs like this. Wandlle was born because of his obsession with every devil horn in the country.

"Where did the Devil's horn come from?"

"Of course it comes from genes"

For those without horns, it was a disease in Wandlle's eyes. However, Wandlle's view has now changed 100%. A figure born without horns is just a wild animal that has no home.

Wandlle is very strong about his stance on something that smells of science. Until he does not easily believe the figure who holds the title TITISAN.

"Dad, that drip doesn't exist. They were just fairy tales to scare the Descendants of the Devil Nation. They're just a bunch of brainless, drama-loving, talk-ass who say this country has to make peace. However, in fact, they are the main perpetrators of chaos in this country"

Wandlle is an idealist and a perfectionist. Whatever he does must be perfect. He dared to take many actions to realize HIS DREAM. In fact, Wandlle made his father his first guinea pig.

Horns came out on his father's eyes and appeared on the inside of his father's body right at the source of his mana. He caused his heart to explode due to the test.

Wandlle has lost his conscience.79 people are victims of Wandlle's desire to create a new figure to change the order of the Negri.

"I want to create a life-killing machine. Isn't it cool to create such a creature? A creature that has the blood of the five Nations. A creature that has no pity despite having separated all the limbs"

That's a stupid wish. Wandlle, you'll regret it one day.