Chapter 124 - Phoenix (1/2)

Yet that was a fatal mistake, the black pearl was knock backed further away with a speedy backspin as it landed about five steps away. Yet the problem now was that Nightin could not even move and the pressure was still built up.

He attempted to move, but his body was pressured too much, he was already struggling just to keep his eyes open.

If he attempts to push against the current and resist the gravity pressure, he would have to face the pressure multiplied to an immense degree which would crush him into smithereens immediately.

The ground he was laying down on right now, it felt cold to the touch and sent shivers down his spine, he could hear the cries of the countless weaker geniuses who have ventured here and lost their lives.

Maybe. Just maybe. Just maybe so. He was meant to be with them. He was just a genius who had gotten lucky to get onto the smooth sailing boat. He was nothing but an ant when the true adversary arrives.

Damn it! If only I was able to span out my wings longer or push myself slightly forward more before acting! Nightin cursed as he raised his head and glanced at the black pearl and blamed himself for being weak.

The black pearl was mocking him, its bright gleam of darkness was being reflected into his eyes by the dim lighting, fear was all he could feel right now.

The same feeling of despair devours him again, but he was at the brink of death this time and there was no one nearby to help him, his connection with the system was still cut off as well.

If he insisted on nabbing the black pearl from the crushing gravity, he would have to face the current pressure multiplied by multiple folds.

He had the heart and mind to break free from the pressure and get the orb, but he was not even able to get up on his feet.

In the end, you are just trash. He could hear the black pearl whispering into his ears, just like a fly which flies around dung, that was his current priceless identity now, pretty honourable isn't it?

Sometimes, life may be full of ups and downs, but what would you do if you were in Nightin's feet and only having the worst nightmares, sweet dreams are nothing more but a fairytale that exists in the legends.

”Buddy, please tell me what course of action I should take right now.” Nightin said softly to the Phoenix sword, his ragged breathing gradually became slow deep breaths as his blood circulation began to ease off.

His vitals were fading and his eyelids felt heavy, blood started to leak from his mouth as his arms went limp, the Phoenix sword slipped away from his grip as it laid beside its master.

Whirr

The Phoenix sword started to vibrate intensely, trying to convey its intention with whatever little wisdom it had awakened.

It was the sword who raised Nightin and showed him the way. It was the sword who had given him the opportunity at an unprecedented path. It was the sword which forced him to death as well.