Who hid My Corpse!-Chapter 101 - : Thirteen Locks Can’t Keep You

Chapter 101: Thirteen Locks Can’t Keep You

Gerard’s movements were extremely fast.

So much so that it wasn’t until the severed arm had rolled twice on the ground that Ocot regained his senses.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!”

He desperately clutched his wound, letting out a scream like that of a slaughtered pig.

“Gerard! Your Heart Lock has indeed failed, you have now betrayed Lyra…”

He endured the pain, trying to yell at Gerard, but Gerard didn’t give him a chance to finish speaking. He pulled out the metal bar and hacked towards Ocot’s other arm.

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“Clang”!

A crisp sound rang out as Gerard’s metal bar collided with a slender mechanical arm, sparking tiny sparks.

Gerard looked up and saw the mechanical arm extending from behind Ocot.

At this moment, Ocot’s back was throbbing wildly, as if something was struggling to break free from his body.

Sensing something wrong, Gerard attacked Ocot’s head directly, but the suddenly emerging mechanical arm began to block.

Clang, clang, clang!

A series of hammering sounds, and sparks erupted on Ocot’s forehead, yet he didn’t glance at them once, just clutched his head tightly, as if suppressing something.

Moments later, he let out a terrible howl, his expression even more agonized than when Gerard had sliced off his arm, and the throbbing in his back had reached its limit. One after another, slender mechanical arms continuously burrowed out from behind him, tearing with a “ripping” sound that left it uncertain whether it was clothes or flesh being shredded.

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In a very short time, Ocot had completely transformed.

He went from looking like an ordinary person who hadn’t undergone much metal modification to a monster hiding eight mechanical arms in his body, the fully extended arms making him resemble a tall spider.

Then, Ocot manipulated these eight mechanical arms, stabbing at Gerard, who immediately retreated as the mechanical arms left hole after hole in the floor in front of him.

Having temporarily forced Gerard back, Ocot clutched his head again, gasping heavily. Clearly, the eight mechanical arms were no small burden to him.

At this moment, Gerard finally had time to express his surprise — he had not anticipated that Ocot would transform in such a manner.

“It seems the one who has betrayed Lyra isn’t me.” Gerard said slowly, “You are the direct evidence, such modification is absolutely not allowed.”

Hearing Gerard’s words, Ocot burst into laughter, his twisted face from the pain made him look particularly sinister: “Sorry, Gerard, your understanding is outdated. Lyra introduced a new law three years ago, allowing some previously prohibited mechanical modifications… just like what you see.”

Gerard narrowed his eyes slightly.

He did know about that new law Ocot mentioned.

According to Lyra’s old rules, metal prosthetics must replace the original limbs and can’t be added to an intact body. Simply put, one could trade an original fleshy arm for a new prosthetic one, but couldn’t just add on to become a ‘three-handed’ being.

This was a strictly forbidden red line, one that nobody could cross.

But the law from three years ago had moved that red line back a bit, though only to allow modifications like “five fingers” becoming “six fingers.”

But Ocot had eight mechanical arms directly added to his body…

“You’ve crossed the line.” Gerard said, “By a lot.”

“Yes, yes, I indeed crossed the line, I won’t deny that.” Ocot kept laughing, “But what’s the punishment for crossing the line? Lord Gerard, let me tell you, the penalty provisions for this scheme are still immature, so you might not be aware, but the penalty for crossing the line is… a fine of three thousand silver coins, but it doesn’t require the removal of the extra limbs, and sadly, I’ve already paid that three thousand silver coins.”

Ocot’s smile grew wider, his eight mechanical arms all pointing at Gerard.

“So, having paid the fine, I have not betrayed Lyra. And you, Lord Gerard, you have no authority to punish me… but you still attacked me, you’ve already broken the Heart Lock in your heart, you, are the one who has betrayed Lyra, you, are the Rebel!”

Faced with Ocot’s words, Gerard could not argue because he knew Ocot was right.

The Heart Lock in his heart had long been gone.

Otherwise, today he couldn’t have so easily taken Carol’s information from the archive room, nor so effortlessly severed Ocot’s arm.

He was now indeed, a true Rebel.

And Ocot, still a lawful citizen of Lyra.

He looked at Ocot, and couldn’t help but recall the image of Carol’s death, the family photo he held so dear was destroyed along with his life.

Gerard’s grip on the metal bar tightened, his fingers not replaced by metal were lacerated by the sharp metal bar, dripping with fresh blood.

“When did Lyra become like this?” Gerard quietly began, “Is it because of people like you?”

Ocot still looked at Gerard with a mocking expression, but his heart remained vigilant, wary of the Knight whose Heart Lock had been undone.