876 Final Trial 3 (1/2)

Dyon awoke to a mad cackling. He had assumed that he had somehow died. In fact, his last thoughts were ones of rage toward this supposed supervisor for once again breaking the rules. How could this count as a trial if he didn't even have the chance to retaliate? These chains weren't normal by any stretch. Dyon could tell that even if he was a hundred times more powerful, he wouldn't even be able to put any pressure on them at all.

”Do you like that feeling? The feeling of dying a dog's death?” The clone continued to laugh. ”Here, I'll let you experience it again!”

Another savage and brutal pain erupted from Dyon's torso, but this time, he felt his intestines being dug out. He was forced to slowly feel his body shutting down as organ after organ was pulled away, until finally, it could hold on no more.

He died again…

Dyon awoke again, only to hear the same mad laughter. Had this supervisor really lost his mind? What the hell was going on?

Dyon's guess wasn't too far from the truth. The clone was an entity that stood at the peak of the world. Even on the transcendent plane, he was someone who commanded respect. Even the laws of the universe had begun to subtly bend to him before he was trapped here.

Yet, now his fate to was to, time and time again, be slaughtered by the likes of pathetic geniuses he would have defeated with a single swipe of his hand even when he was their age? Wasn't such a fate too cruel?

After millions, no, even hundreds of billions of years – considering the structure of time within the trials – of this repeated time and time again, he had thought that he had gotten used to it. He took some advantages of the rules here and there, but Dyon's case was an instant where he was unexpectedly able to bend those rules to the point of them breaking, at no expense to himself. So, to vent his anger, he took full advantage.

Who would have known that not only would he fail, he would be humiliated in the end by Dyon?

Of all those who had taken the fourth trial, Dyon was the only one to realize his lofty status. Maybe if he hadn't known, it would have been easier to forgive. But, knowing that Dyon was aware, and yet still treated him with such contempt and disdain drove him mad.

Now, he had the chance for revenge, so he would take full advantage.

Technically, his only role in this trial was to release trial takers when their minds collapsed. As for the killing, that was the responsibility of the crows in the sky. However, he no longer cared. As long as he followed that rule, and released Dyon when his spirit had given up, he wouldn't face the punishment of the tower.

So, he killed Dyon again and again, venting his anger. By the time he had done so dozens of times, his mad laughter had finally calmed enough to realize that something was off.

In all of his obscene thoughts, he had been too distracted to notice that from beginning to end, he had yet to hear Dyon make a single sound.