Chapter 8: The Fierce Battle in the Demon Cave (Part II)

The teenager felt like he was being strapped to some kind of operating table. He couldn't move, but Shijie kept shaking.

Surging and surging, Lang after Lang.

The sky was dark, and the light and shadow flickered alternately.

I wanted to vomit, but my stomach was empty, and the boy remembered that he hadn't eaten for a long time.

Time seems to have gone back to that era full of painful memories.

The situation has never changed, only anger grows by the day.

"How's it going?" a voice sounded in the haze.

"No, I can't. Hypnosis has no effect. This kid has been talking nonsense, talking about [father] for a while, and talking about [revenge on God] for a while. Another voice said.

"[Revenge on God]? This shijie is obviously no longer God-"No? You're wrong

Arthur's hazy consciousness wanted to refute, but his brain was affected by the drug, and he only felt that he was overwhelmed and could not speak.

There is only one [god] left in this shijie. The master of karma (destiny).

On the [Kama's Seat], God always, at the boy, with a contemptuous sneer.

God always, mercifully, stretches out his hands and cruelly takes away everything from the youth. After taking it away, he will continue to laugh at the weakness of the young man.

Because of Liliang, can you do whatever you want? Because of Liliang, can you bully the weak?

But this God is unforgivable.

Definitely go ahead and beat him!

"Ahh He looked around and found himself still in a dark cell.

"Was it a dream?" the cold stone chamber kept him from sleeping, perhaps that was why he had nightmares.

He wiped his eyes and found a crystal tear. It wasn't a drop, maybe just a few tears, and Arthur froze—

Dragon's tears. Tears of remorse. Avenger's tears.

"How is this possible?!" the teenager's eyes widened in disbelief. Without emotion, he would not have shed tears.

"Hehe, do you look energetic?" a familiar voice interrupted the boy's thoughts.

"Merlin?" asked Arthur, turning his head, recognizing the mysterious magician by his voice.

The speaker was a crow on the windowsill. The bird's shiny black feathers glowed magically in the moonlight. The mage is using some kind of magic to control the birds.

"I'm busy with other things, so I've sent an envoy to inform you. The crow croaked, and its words were fragmented, but Arthur was surprised to understand: "There's a powerful photon reaction in you, and while I can't figure out what it is, I think it's something like [enchantment]." "Oh, the enchantment. Arthur replied disapprovingly.

Any force field that can bind photons (mana) within a certain range can be called enchantments. This is a very general statement, and even the blade of the lightsaber can be said to be made up of enchantments wrapped in photons.

Merlin's ambiguous explanations only made Arthur more confused, and did nothing to help the matter. Mages are such self-righteous eccentrics, who know the profundity of a certain magic trick and think that others know it too.

"This barrier doesn't absorb photons from the surrounding atmosphere, let alone from your own body. This barrier is completely out of nothing, contrary to the principle of equivalent exchange, contrary to the existence of the laws of natural physics. There's a good chance it's a [miracle] existence. "[Miracle]?" Arthur listened, bewildered even more.

"Anyway, it's too early to tell. I'll wait a little longer. Merlin's messenger flapped his wings and prepared to leave, "Goodbye, then." "Wait a minute, get me out of here—" Arthur was about to say, but the demon had already flown away, "Get out" The boy sighed as he looked at the black feathers that fell from the crow. He looked at the bandages around his body again. The previous battle with the Cyclops was really not a dream.

"At least alive. The boy muttered to himself.

"Is this something to be thankful for?" the masked man walked from outside the dungeon door, stopped in front of the cell, dropped a moldy loaf, and sneered through the iron bar: "There will be more brutal battles waiting for you tomorrow, and you may die a tragic death at any time." Can you still optimistically say something like [fortunately alive]?" Arthur said angrily as he nibbled on bread, "Yes, I won't give up until I reach Zuihou." How can I die in such a place for no apparent reason? I still have dreams to fulfill. But in exchange for the cynicism of the masked man: "Oh, people like you can have dreams, you don't even have feelings." I don't know how to be afraid, and I don't even live yet. You're just a puppet. "—An empty shell without a soul.

As if he had seen through his thoughts, the boy was furious.

"It's not. He swallowed the bread in a few bites, endured the musty smell, and loudly denied, "I just-" "Just what?!" "Just taken away, all this-" Only halfway through the sentence he said he had noticeably recoiled.

No one would believe in such a thing. It is also futile to explain to others, and you will only be treated as a fool again.

The masked man looked at Arthur with disdain, and from his masked sack, his eyes faintly radiated a certain majestic glow.

"Did you experience the horror of death when you fought the Cyclops?" the masked man asked.

"I don't know. Arthur muttered. He didn't dare to deny it directly, so he could only use [I don't know] to obscure the past.

"Hmph. Strange guys. Just see how far you can go. With that, the masked man turned and left. But something fell from his cloak and rolled to the boy's feet.

Picking up the metal cylinder and looking at it, Arthur realized that it was a lightsaber.

The green light radiating from the lightsaber made the boy breathe a sigh of relief. This is the radiance of Arthur's hope in this desperate situation.