Kill Him Nine Times Chapter 11
I watched the last trace of light disappear from the horizon.
The sea and sky merged into a single sheet of black.
There were no edges left.
“I’m not going back into the cabin tonight.”
The reason Matteo dared to say yes, only to try and kill me, was because he thought he was stronger, and because he had his friends in the cabin to back him up.
What he wanted, I wanted too.
The system’s voice began to tremble.
“Then what are you going to do?”
“Listen to me. Just behave and keep trying to please him. Once he thinks you’re good enough, he’ll naturally agree to be with you.”
“If you keep this up, I’m going to have to punish you.”
I ignored it, started the yacht, and headed farther into the deep.
I shut off every communication and satellite device on board.
The system finally delivered its punishment.
“Host has been detected with hostile intent toward the target. Preparing electric shock.”
A familiar current shot up my spine.
I doubled over, curling into a ball in the cramped helm.
The shock was brief.
I wiped the sweat from my forehead and laughed.
“You don’t have much energy left, do you?”
The system went quiet.
Every time Matteo died, it had to force a restart of this world.
After three deaths, it was already on the verge of collapse.
How much strength could it have left to shock me with?
I rested for a moment, then slowly got back to my feet.
The system sounded like it was about to cry.
“What are you doing? You’re taking a whole boat full of people into deep water—are you trying to get them all killed out here?”
“This yacht only has enough diesel for another two hundred nautical miles. The waves aren’t high, and the weather’s clear for the next ten days. There won’t be any storms.”
I looked ahead.
“I’m not planning to let the waves capsize the boat.”
I had them locked in the cabin.
For wind protection, the windows were reinforced glass; they couldn’t be broken with ordinary objects.
The door was solid, too.
It would be hard to smash open, even with heavy objects.
Inside, there were only a few bottles of champagne and a few small plates of snacks.
Enough to keep maybe one person alive for a day.
A lot like the three days they had locked me in the storage room.
No water. No real food.
I had endured for three days.
When they finally dragged me out, the sunlight was so bright I could barely open my eyes, and I was on the verge of collapsing from dehydration.