Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel

Chapter 557: Chiron’s Endurance Through It All

Meanwhile, deep within the Fog.....

"Not bad!" You are really something boy!" Manu madayaki complimented Chiron, as he spoke through one of the half cut white serpents on the ground. "Do you know how long it has been in the outside world?"

Chiron breathing heavily, with the wounds on his body gave a deep sigh, "Oh, I can imagine. A few extra weeks!"

Manu Madayaki chuckled, "Wrong, a few months. Even though time works differently compared to the outside world, It is still impressive to know that you were able to actually last this long. Tell me, are you not scared. Your mind is trapped in here with me. Your body is still at the lower Bronze rank. Surely, you are aware that you need food to survive right?

Why don’t you give up now, and let me take over that sweet body of yours. Even in here, the hunger must be tearing at your mind. I promise, I’ll get you the most exotic of dishes." on saying this, the snake on the ground actually transformed into a snake dish.

Chiron would not say that it was attractive, but one thing for such was that in the state of extreme hunger, even sand would start to look delicious.

However, Chiron waved his hand, using devil’s slave to cut through the snake. "Don’t worry, I can manage with eating myself.

On Saying this, Chiron went low on one knee, and bit into his thigh. blood splattered everywhere, as he chewed and then swallowed. His blood falling down his lips.

This made the eyes of Manu Madayaki look at Chiron with a particular gaze.

This place was not the real world, and in truth, what Chiron just did, did not affect his real body. It did not even alleviate his hunger a little bit.

It was like eating in the dream but still feeling incredibly hungry. However, what really made him look at Chiron much differently was not the act itself. But the resolve to do it.

After all, if Chiron had made up his mind to do it in this place, then he was the kind of person that would do it in the real world.

As much as this impressed Manu Madayaki, it also pissed him off.

After all, he knew that Even Chiron had figured it out by now. As long as Chiron did not give up on his own accord, he was not going to be able to have Chiron like he wanted.

And so he wanted to break Chiron first. But Chiron was proving to be a very tough nut to crack. Manu madayaki had waited for more than ten thousand years for this opportunity, and now that it was before his eyes, the prey was provoking to be made of stubborn meat.

It was indeed very frustrating.

To worsen matters, he could tell that the Orc precious land Spirit was supplying Chiron’s body with spiritual energy. it was the reaosn Chiron had not collapsed even though he had not gotten food in a long time.

Of course, this would not stop his hunger, only sustaining his life.

This method was initially supposed to be for the individual undergoing the soul test. So that the person would not die from hunger of being in that place for too long.

Even If a god sat his ass on a stool all day, he would still have more experience in life than chiron, and this could be attributed to their thousands of years of existence or even more.

The only way he could even the playing field was to literally fortify his mind, and the only way to do it was by beating himself through the Smart but hard grind.

Chiron raised his head to the giant Serpent ahead and then he gave a side smile. "Are you ready for another round?"

Manu Madayaki frowned, "I’ll break You!" He screamed as thousands of snakes launched at Chiron.

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Meanwhile, Dylan, Deamon, Black Arrow, and a hundred more daring individuals stood before The Fog of Unbounded Demise. They had all gathered for a singular purpose: to retrieve their prince, the one they believed would save them from the tyranny of King Victor.

Dylan pulled down the hood of his coat, revealing a determined expression. The fog before them was an eternal wall, swirling with an unnatural, almost malevolent energy. It seemed to breathe and pulse, a living entity that guarded whatever lay beyond.

He looked to his side, at his friend Deamon, who returned his gaze with a resolute nod. Deamon’s eyes were fierce, his posture unyielding. They both knew the risks, but their resolve was unwavering. They were driven not by a shared purpose, one a desperate hope that their prince could indeed be their savior, and the order the subject of revenge for lost love.

Dylan turned his gaze to the others. Black Arrow, a master archer with a reputation for unerring accuracy, stood with her bow at the ready. His eyes were fixed on the fog, his expression a mask of concentration. Behind him, the hundred warriors shifted restlessly, their faces a mixture of fear and determination.

"We go together," Deamon Stated firmly, his voice strong and clear. "No one gets left behind."

With that, he took a deep breath and stepped forward, leading the way into the fog. Dylan followed closely, his hand on the hilt of his sword, ready for anything. The rest of the group moved in unison, a wave of humanity plunging into the unknown.

The fog enveloped them immediately, its chill seeping into their bones. Visibility was reduced to mere inches, the world beyond a swirling gray void. The air was thick, each breath a struggle, as if the fog itself was trying to suffocate them.

Dylan kept moving, trusting his instincts to guide him. He could hear the footsteps of his companions, a steady rhythm that reassured him they were all still together. Occasionally, he glanced to the side to see Deamon’s shadowy form, always close by.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly within the fog. They walked for what felt like hours, the oppressive silence only broken by the sound of their own movements. The tension was palpable, each step bringing them closer to their goal, yet also deeper into the heart of the unknown.

Suddenly, a sound pierced the silence. A low, mournful wail that seemed to come from all directions at once. The group halted, weapons drawn, eyes scanning the fog for any sign of danger.

Dylan tightened his grip on his sword, his heart pounding. "Stay close," he whispered, barely audible over the eerie noise.

They pressed on, the wail growing louder, more insistent.

And then came a flying a flying, spinning Axe that struck right in the center of an unsuspecting fellow’s head...

(Author’s note: The last day of the month guys. thanks for all the support and love. Please remember to pay for privilege we go again next month... Oh, That’s tomorrow.)