Bound To The Dead: The Deceptive Class-E Farmer-Chapter 55: That’s How It’s Done

Geoffrey swiftly raised his hands, unleashing a burst of lightning that exploded between them, blasting everyone apart.

As the smoke began to clear, the wound sealed shut.

But as it did, his legs gave out.

His healing was working, but it cost him. Every time.

Isaac didn’t speak. He stood a few steps away, quiet, still, watching.

Geoffrey coughed up blood. He wiped it off.

"You... I’ll kill you!"

There was a soft cracking sound.

Isaac tilted his head to one side. Then the other.

He walked forward.

Geoffrey panicked. He cast another healing spell to fix his broken shoulder.

A gold light flickered. It wasn’t strong.

His body was getting weaker. His mana was draining fast. But he refused to give up.

"I won’t lose to you!" he yelled. The veins in his neck were bulging. "Do you even know who I am? The gods speak my name!"

Isaac still didn’t answer.

The silence scared Geoffrey more than yelling would have.

He cast another spell, this time for defense. The lightning shield appeared flickering around him, but it was thin and shaky.

Isaac raised one Sickle.

He didn’t even swing. He just tapped the barrier.

CLINK.

It broke apart like thin glass.

Geoffrey’s eyes went wide.

Isaac walked forward again.

"You hear that?" Geoffrey shouted. "That sound? That’s the divine! They’re with me! I’m not alone!"

He raised his hand, trying to call lightning from the sky again.

Nothing happened.

Only the wind.

And a faint buzzing sound.

Isaac moved closer, a small smile on his face.

"I want to see how much the gods really care about you."

Geoffrey started backing away. "Stay back! I said stop!"

He fired a blast of lightning, dead center. It hit Isaac in the chest and exploded in a blinding flash.

When the dust cleared, Isaac was still walking.

Smoke rose from his body, but he didn’t slow down. His eyes looked even more intense.

Geoffrey continued to stumble back .His hands shook. His breathing was rough.

"You think... this ends with me?" he gasped, blood on his teeth. "The gods will punish you for this. I was chosen. Blessed! I..."

CRACK.

One of Isaac’s sickles slammed into Geoffrey’s knee, not to kill, but to break it. The sickening snap echoed.

Geoffrey screamed and dropped to the ground.

Isaac stepped forward slowly.

"You call them gods?" he said, his voice low. He leaned in close, his cold breath brushing Geoffrey’s bloodied face.

"I remember," Isaac said, his eyes burning with abyssal fire.

"I remember when they feared me."

Geoffrey’s face twisted.

Isaac rose a hand.

The air buzzed,

From behind him, the swarm came.

But they were not the same.

These were not the soft, flammable insects Geoffrey had incinerated before.

The locusts had grown larger. Sharp spikes now lined their legs, and their jaws had extra fangs that clicked when they moved. Their eyes glowed orange, and a faint smoke rose from their wings when they flew.

They had evolved.

And now, they were highly resistant to Geoffrey’s divine lightning.

They landed on Geoffrey, not biting, not yet. Just crawling.

Their mandibles clicked. Hundreds of them. Waiting.

"You remember this part, don’t you?" Isaac asked.

Geoffrey whimpered, unable to speak.

"The swarm that turned to ashes in your lightning bolt. Weak, weren’t they?" Isaac’s voice was calm. Too calm. "They learned. Pain is a teacher. And now... so will you."

He crouched beside Geoffrey.

"You’re going to break," Isaac whispered. "Not from death, but from knowing what it means to be beneath something greater."

Geoffrey shuddered.

Isaac stood, gave a subtle nod.

And the swarm began.

Not to devour. Not yet. But to sting.

One by one.

Tiny, surgical stabs. Behind the nails. Under the eyelids. Around the ears. Pure agony. Just enough to leave him conscious. Enough to make him writhe.

Geoffrey screamed.

It echoed across the plaza. The sound of a king learning what it meant to beg.

But Isaac wasn’t done yet.

The air crackled.

[Energy level rising: 2% → 4%]

[Host consciousness stabilizing...]

[Host control resuming...]

Isaac’s hand twitched.

His pupils shifted, still dark, but flickering. Not just the being now. Isaac was starting to come back.

Isaac felt it, the push from inside.

His grin widened.

He raised both Abyssal Sickles high.

Geoffrey, broken and bloodied, could only crawl, eyes full of terror.

"You should feel honored," Isaac said, voice deep and slow. "Your soul is about to face something eternal."

He brought the blades down.

A blur stepped between them.

Aiah stepped forward, her eyes locked on Isaac. Her voice shook, but it wasn’t weak, it was heavy with pain.

"Please... Isaac. Don’t."

She looked down at Geoffrey, barely breathing, a broken mess in the dirt.

"He killed my father," she said. Her fists clenched. "I want him to suffer. I do. But not like this."

Isaac didn’t move. His sickles stayed raised.

"We show the world we’re not like him," she said. "We don’t bury the truth under revenge."

She turned her head, glancing down at Geoffrey with nothing but disgust.

"He deserves a trial. Not mercy. Judgment. Let the kingdoms see what he did. Let them know."

Isaac’s expression didn’t change.

Isaac stepped past her. Slow. Controlled.

He crouched next to Geoffrey, who coughed blood and forced a twisted grin.

"Still think you’re better than me," Geoffrey rasped.

Isaac leaned in close.

"No. I’m worse."

He turned slightly, eyes on Aiah, dark, glowing, yet somehow calm.

"But this... is my judgement."

Isaac looked down.

"I’m not killing a king. I’m killing the man who ordered your father’s death. Who hunted the weak. Who laughed while children burned and turned his people to monsters."

Geoffrey’s grin faded.

He raised his eyes to Isaac. "You... You’re just a farmer," he spat. "A bastard boy digging in the dirt. Who the hell are you supposed to be?"

Isaac paused.

The wind died. The locusts froze in midair. Even the shadows seemed to lean in closer.

He stepped forward, slow and deliberate. The sickles hummed with restrained fury.

Isaac’s voice came out like a whisper carried by thunder.

"Even Lucifer bows before me."

Geoffrey’s eyes went wide. His mouth moved, but no sound came out.

Isaac swung.

Not in rage.

Not in frenzy.

But in pure, precise judgment.

Abyssal Execution.

One clean, impossible stroke, through space itself.

The blade didn’t slice through Geoffrey.

It severed his existence.

A moment passed before the head dropped.

Thud.

The body collapsed next, twitching once.

Isaac picked up the severed head by the hair.

The plaza had gone silent.

Thousands watched, soldiers, allies, even the wounded, none dared speak.

Isaac raised the head high.

Blood dripped, mingling with the ash and dust below.

He turned to the wounded soldiers. "Your king is gone."

Then he looked up to the survivors, the frightened civilians, and even the nobles who watched from above.

"Your justice is done."

His voice grew louder, echoed like a commandment.

"Let no man wear the crown forged by blood and cowardice ever again."

Then the locusts approached the head and started to devour it.

[Energy Level 8%]

[Host Control Resumed]

Isaac’s black eye returned to normal.

Then a deep voice echoed in his mind.

"That’s how it’s done."