212 6 months: Paul and Mark (1/2)

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*Slosh* *Slosh*

Waves as huge as a two-floored building ruthlessly crashed the shores of an unknown island.

The cascades were relentless, the roaring strength it carried could easily crush a human into a meat paste. The scene was hair-raising, the raging waves was unceasing. It was like the Sea God was visibly angered or provoked which caused the sea to boil.

No one in the right mind would dare to even come close to the shore once they see this, yet there is someone who was just foolish enough to do so.

It was a young man with a soaked blond colored hair locks. His face carried a manly vibe despite his height. His skin was tinged with a healthy wheat color, he standing one foot forward with his shield raised, his other hand carried a long spear behind him while he passively endured the ruthless cascades of the sea.

His face was rough, there were even traces of stubbles on his jaw. His expression was stone cold, even the raging waves of torment wasn't enough to shift his expression into something new. He chest was bare, revealing his impressively toned upper body. His muscles were coiled together, seemingly working as one to resist the unforgiving rage of the Sea God.

He had been standing in the same shore for nearly a 24 hours now, and not even once did he dropped his guard nor the waves were able to make him step back from his position.

If one looked closely, as the waves hit his body, some of them will be blocked off by his shield, the rest will be dispersed evenly onto his body. Strangely enough, his body wasn't wet because of the waters, glistened with sweat instead. As the rest of the waters hit his body, they will blocked off by a strange membrane, preventing them from landing directly on his body.

Under the glaring sunlight, this membrane almost resembled the surface of the water. It rippled with a navy blue light as it covered his body, making him look somewhat strange.

Suddenly, the young man heard a joyful hum on his ears. An archaic voice then echoed in his head.

”Level Surpassing Task. Complete!”

After hearing this, the raging sea suddenly calmed down. The enormous waves were gone in a blink of an eye, making one think that all of that were nothing but mere illusions.

The young man's knees buckled as he laid on the shore. His previous expression, which is stone cold, was now replaced by an expression of wanting to cry but had no tears.

”God damn!” He exclaimed under a hurried breath, ”I'm beat bro! I need to freakin' rest.”

This young man was none other than Paul, who just passed his Level Surpassing Task.

These six months hadn't been kind to him. Each day passed with him feeling his body ache all over the place. Who wouldn't be exhausted after enduring those nasty waves for hours straight?

”Do you want to tackle the Limit Surpassing Task?”

”God damn, are you shitting me? There's more? Ugh!” Paul whined, he had the urge to faint upon hearing that archaic voice echo in his ears once more.

In fact, the task that he passed just now isn't the same task that he received upon his first arrival here.

His original task is to endure the waves for 24 hours. He passed this one month after his arrival. He didn't know that there is another task prepared for him, which is called the Level Surpassing Task.

The Level Surpassing Task, required him to endure the raging waves for 24 hours without moving an inch from his spot.

This was a difficult task, specially once he realized that the waves became bigger and stronger. He just now finished his task today with difficulty yet here comes another one. Who wouldn't whine in this situation? What's more is that it's called: Limit Surpassing Task. That name alone was enough to make him shiver.

”Let me rest for a week at least, then I'll accept this god damn task!” Paul said, still refusing to move from his spot.

”Affirmative. Limit Surpassing Task: Survive the wrath of the sea. Scheduled one week from now.”