Lies Come True: the Fallen Saint Is Deceived as a Protector at the Beginning

[No pain + aesthetics of violence + Cthulhu + sealed object + decisive killing] "As long as it doesn't hurt, the blood bar is just a decoration." Louis Cavendish, a madman who treated his body as a consumable. In order to survive in a certain death situation, he sacrificed all his bad luck at the price of losing his sense of pain. Since then, there has been a legend called "Mercy" in the city of Canossa. He can bleed himself with a smile, just to feed the magic gun of cause and effect in his hand; He dared to forcefully insert the red-hot "dice of destiny" into his heart as the pacemaker of life; He even used a napkin to sign a gold-level fallen saint as a bodyguard in the midst of thousands of troops! "The black gold merchant will say that the 'Devil's Heart' belongs to them?" Louis straightened his blood-stained suit and tie and kicked open the door to the auction. "I'm sorry, I stored it here a hundred years ago." Looking at the man who was bleeding and tasting wine elegantly, the whole underground world trembled: What is more terrifying than the devil is a gentleman who has no sense of pain.