Chaos Devourer System

Chapter 749: The 5th Test

Chapter 749: The 5th Test

“Just so you know, none since the history of this tower has ever reached the sixth floor.”

“Are you still sure you want to go for the sixth floor?”

“There’s a 100% chance you’ll lose your life if you do so…” The Faerie gave its usual warning, yet Zeras couldn’t help but feel like there was some sort of threat in her voice.

Almost like…

“Yes, I’m willing to go to the 6th floor!” Zeras said with conviction, and the Faerie nodded before her wand disappeared and she brought out a new one.

This one was of pitch darkness.

“Very well then, here’s the portal to the sixth floor…” She said, swinging her wand around and quickly forming a runic gate in the air.

Without waiting for a single more second, Zeras walked to the portal, taking a deep breath in.

It would be a lie if someone were to tell him he wasn’t afraid of going down below. No one has survived it since the dawn of time, and his death was 100% guaranteed.

But Zeras would risk it.

“Anything for the truth…”

Those were his last words before he dove straight into the portal, his body disappearing within.

Now left was the Faerie, whose expression was grave as she looked at the portal, which was beginning to close up.

Soon, it disappeared completely, leaving only the Faerie in the room.

“This is bad…” Those were her words before she quickly faded away, leaving the room in silence.

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“Death will be a dream you will wish to be lost in, but you will never find…”

The voice echoed through the darkness as a white-headed figure walked through the plain dark abyss.

Around him, devilish figures appeared floating around.

Some of them wrapped their hands around his body, trying to drag him back but failed, while others set up sharp thorns beneath his feet, yet he kept walking forward.

“In this abyss, time is a cruel joke. Your suffering will know no end!”

Another shadowy voice rang out behind his head, yet Zeras paid no attention, almost like he was deaf, and he continued forth.

How long had it been since he had walked on this path? It felt like an eternity, yet at the same time, it felt like he had only begun just a few seconds ago.

The abyss was dark and held no end in sight, yet all he could do was take a direction and keep walking forward.

He had no idea where he was moving to or where the end of this path in the abyss lay, if there ever was one.

But he knew well he was on the right path, based on the devilish shadowy figures that haunted his will, trying to stop him.

They spoke negative words into his head, wanting him to break down, but Zeras’s will was too strong to fall for that, and his footsteps didn’t falter at all as he kept walking forward, a step at a time.

The abyss winds were chilly, seemingly taking remnants of his life essence as they drifted past, and the thorns beneath his feet dug into the palms of his legs, tearing out veins.

“The pain will become your only friend, and it will never leave your side…” One of the shadowy thoughts concurred in his head, sending a chill down his spine, yet Zeras paid them no heed as he took another step forward, golden blood dripping down through the stakes, but they didn’t stop him as he kept walking forward.

“Soon, I will find an exit. Soon, everything will end…” The singular thought carried Zeras forward as he traversed deep into the dark abyss.

“Hope will be a distant memory overshadowed by eternal despair…”

Another shadowy thought rang out in his head, but he didn’t react and kept walking forward.

He walked, and walked, and walked…

Until the shadowy objects disappeared, until all traces of blood left his body, until his muscles lay paralyzed, until every breath he took became a reminder of this torment he couldn’t escape.

It was a deathly feeling, a stale feeling, and he verily believed he was now on the line between death and life, but nonetheless, he kept moving forward, unrelenting.

Until eventually,

THUMP.

He collapsed on the thorny ground as they pierced his body, sinking through every part of his flesh.

Yet none of them could hold Zeras back as he used the thorns as an instrument and pulled himself forth with the strength of his fingers.

His body repeatedly tore through the thorns and broke them, only to tear into them once more and then break them again, but Zeras kept moving forward nonetheless.

The pain was worse than anything he had ever felt, but he knew well if he dared to stop, there would be a singular more pain that would afflict him—an uncountable number of times worse than the ones he was currently feeling.

And that was none other than the pain of regret. So in the end, he could only keep moving forward.

An eternity in darkness, an eternity in loneliness, and an eternity in distraught hope until eventually, Zeras’s hand came upon something hard, something different.

He was weak and almost blind, yet he could feel the hardness of whatever he touched and knew it was different.

“Zeras! Rise!” The voice echoed out as Zeras’s body went rigid.

The voice—it felt so familiar to him, and his eyes flashed as light returned to them.

Slowly, he raised his head up, his eyes wanting to look at the figure before him, but as he raised his head, he saw no figure.

All he saw was a gigantic gate that reached the heavens, inscribed with devilish purple runes that rhythmically oozed out a purple light that brimmed with an ominous feeling.

“A gate! Finally, something…” Zeras whispered, and surprisingly, in the next instant, he jumped to his feet.

Looking down at himself, he found no hole or injury.

All his wounds had been healed, and behind him, there were no more stakes on the ground, just a deep well of darkness.

And slowly, he turned back to the gigantic gate and stretched forth his cold white fingers…