Chương 7: Chapter 6: One Thousand Deaths

Pain. That was all Rayan knew. A sword through his throat. Darkness. Revival. An axe splitting his skull. Darkness. Revival. A spear through his heart. Darkness. Revival. Again. And again. And again. At first he screamed. Then he cursed. Then he begged. Eventually... He stopped making sounds altogether. The Hall of Origins showed no mercy. Thousands of ancient warriors hunted him endlessly. Every mistake meant death. Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road.

Every hesitation meant death. Every moment of fear meant death. At some point, Rayan lost count. Was it his f ive-hundredth death? His thousandth? His t en-thousandth? He no longer knew. Only one thing mattered. Survival. A sword came from the left. He ducked. Another from behind. He twisted. A spear thrust toward his chest. He stepped aside. For the first time— No death. The Guardian watched silently. Rayan continued moving. His body flowed naturally. Like water. Like instinct.

Like he had fought these warriors for years. Perhaps he had. Time worked differently here. Months could pass in the Hall. Only seconds outside. The warriors attacked again. Rayan dodged every strike. One. Two. Ten. Twenty. A hundred. Not a single wound appeared. Finally— The warriors stopped. The battlefield became silent. The Guardian nodded.

"You have learned." Rayan collapsed onto one knee. Sweat drenched his body.

"What exactly did I learn?" The Guardian answered.

"How not to die." The prince groaned.

"Great." The Guardian pointed forward. The battlefield disappeared. A single golden sword appeared. Floating in the air. Radiating ancient power.

"The next lesson." Rayan frowned.

"What is it?" The Guardian's eyes glowed.

"How to kill." Elsewhere. Far beyond the Human Realm. A massive black fortress floated above an endless sea of clouds. Inside its throne room — A man sat upon a dark throne. His crimson eyes slowly opened. Power shook the entire fortress. Below him, countless monsters bowed. The man smiled.

"The Dharma Heir has awakened." Silence filled the hall. Then his smile widened.

"Interesting."