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BORN OF DOOM Chapter 69: DEFEAT
“Ahh, that hurts,” Vondrel muttered, grimacing as he forced himself to his feet. Blood trickled down his chest from a deep gash, staining the pristine white ground beneath him. “This is getting more annoying,” he growled, wincing in pain as he reflected on how things had escalated to this point. --- “What’s with this dimension and all these endless white spaces?” Vondrel muttered, scanning his surroundings with wary eyes. His body was heavy with fatigue, the exhaustion of his previous battles still weighing him down. ‘Lucin isn’t here. Is this just another trap, or is there a way out like before?’ he wondered, releasing his consciousness to heighten his perception. He extended his senses outward, searching for any weak spot in the endless white mass or a connection to the outside world. Suddenly, he felt a presence. His instincts flared, and he crossed his arms just in time to block a powerful impact that sent him skidding backward. “Now, now… aren’t you being a bit too aggressi
BORN OF DOOM Chapter 70: TEST
Lucin’s unconscious body was encased in a floating, translucent sphere, suspended in stasis. Meanwhile, Vondrel found himself plunged into an endlessly warping dark void. The shifting space felt strangely familiar, triggering an unsettling sense of déjà vu. “Just show yourself already,” Vondrel growled, his voice heavy with irritation. “I don’t have time for this.” He waited, standing in the disorienting expanse, his patience wearing thin. Despite his heightened senses, there was no response—no movement, no energy signature, just the ceaseless warping of space. Vondrel clenched his fists, frustration bubbling within him. Is this some kind of endurance test? he wondered, his thoughts brimming with exasperation. Why does this feel exactly like the chaos I experienced during my transmigration? Can't they give me a break? Glancing down at his bruised, battered body, Vondrel grimaced. His usually rapid healing had slowed, his strength visibly waning. He heaved a weary sigh, realizi
BORN OF DOOM Chapter 71: HISTORY OF THE GOHU
As Vondrel was whisked away from the suffocating darkness, a refreshing sensation coursed through his body, leaving him standing in an ancient throne room that seemed untouched by time. The space exuded a sense of grandeur and authority, the kind that demanded reverence from anyone who dared enter. Intricate patterns and carvings adorned the walls, depicting swirling wyverns and fierce battles from eras long past. The air itself felt heavy with power, carrying a faint, almost melodic hum that resonated through the chamber. The centerpiece of the room was an imposing throne set upon a raised dais, commanding attention as if it were the heart of the realm. The throne was carved from a shimmering obsidian-like stone, its surface interwoven with veins of glowing blue that pulsed faintly, reminiscent of a heartbeat. Its design was both elegant and brutal, with sharp edges and fluid curves blending seamlessly. Behind the throne loomed a towering wyvern carved from the same stone, its wings
BORN OF DOOM Chapter 72: HISTORY OF THE GOHU RACE 2
“Drink,” she offered, raising her own cup. Vondrel hesitated, watching as she took a long, deliberate sip. Then, cautiously, he brought the cup to his lips. The moment the liquid touched his tongue, his senses lit up. The initial taste was a harmonious blend of sweet and tangy, reminiscent of the juiciest summer fruit. A warmth followed, spreading through his body like liquid sunlight, soothing his battered muscles and clearing his mind. Beneath the sweetness was a subtle, smoky complexity, paired with a cooling herbal finish that lingered on his palate. It wasn’t just a drink; it was an experience. “What is this?” he asked, his voice almost reverent. “A gift of the ancients,” she replied, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “An elixir crafted from celestial fruits and the purest springs of the earth. It revitalizes the body and mind, a rare treasure.” Vondrel took another sip, savoring the taste. For a moment, he forgot his fatigue, lost in the drink’s unparalleled flavor. “This i
BORN OF DOOM Chapter 73: REBIRTH
After narrating the origins of the Gohu race to Vondrel, the woman clasped her slender hands together, her bright smile radiating warmth and confidence. “Now that you know a part of our history, it’s time to make you the perfect ruler of the entire race,” she declared. “I still don’t understand,” Vondrel muttered, his tone a mix of hesitation and doubt. She tilted her head slightly, her gaze gentle yet questioning. “What is it that you don’t understand?” she asked. Vondrel sighed and continued. “If I were to piece this together, it’s clear there are others more suitable than me. Surely, you have candidates within your race who would be better choices.” He turned to face her fully, his tone firmer. “Besides, I’m not even one of you. I come from another race entirely.” Her smile softened, though her gaze remained unwavering. “You’re not wrong. There have been other candidates, and perhaps there are still others more suitable out there,” she admitted. Then, stepping closer to him, he
BORN OF DOOM Chapter 74: COSMOS BAPTISM
The beautiful woman gazed at Vondrel with an enigmatic smile, her delicate hand extended toward him. "Let me have your blades," she said, her voice calm but carrying an undertone of authority. Vondrel hesitated but eventually complied with the woman's request. These twin blades were his most trusted companions, their power familiar yet mysterious. He couldn’t help but feel wary, but the lack of hostility in her aura made him reconsider. Finally, he nodded, summoning the Kyokai into his hands. The moment they appeared, the air grew heavy with their presence, the sharp hum of latent energy filling the space, the blades shimmered faintly, their edges pulsating with an enigmatic light.. He handed the blades over, watching as she grasped them with an almost reverent touch. “These are extraordinary,” she murmured, her delicate fingers brushing the hilts of the twin swords. Her touch seemed to awaken something within the weapons, as subtle ripples of energy coursed along their length. Ho
BORN OF DOOM Chapter 75: PREPARATION
Miss Abbie leaned back in her chair, her sharp gaze fixed on the four young men standing before her. Their account of their mission had been detailed, recounting their encounter with a raccoon-type beast at the Hyper tier and a snail beast at the Sidon tier. The crystals harvested from the creatures now lay on the table, their faint glow casting eerie reflections on the walls of the dimly lit room. “So,” she began, her voice calm but with an edge of coldness, “you claim to have successfully taken down a Sidon-tier beast.” “Yes, ma’am,” one of the young men replied, his voice steady, though a flicker of unease crossed his face. Miss Abbie’s lips pressed into a thin line. Her gaze swept over them, sharp enough to cut through steel. “Impressive. I hope you understand what such accomplishments mean—and what they demand from you moving forward.” Stelio, sitting nearby with his arms crossed, offered a wide grin. “They’ve grown a lot, Abbie. Look at them—young, capable, and now stron
BORN OF DOOM Chapter 76: ASSIGNING MISSIONS
In a dimly lit room, four figures stood at attention, their postures tense and their gazes fixed on the dominatingly beautiful woman seated before them. She radiated an aura of authority, her piercing eyes scanning each of them in turn. Her voice, calm yet commanding, broke the silence. “I have a mission for the four of you,” she began, her words deliberate. She paused, her gaze flickering across their uncertain faces. “You will receive no heads-up about the mission. No details. Just know this: the outcome is entirely up to you.” The group exchanged uneasy glances, but none dared speak. “Abbie,” a deep voice interrupted. The speaker was Stelio, with his mechanical arm that gleamed in the dim light. He stood beside her, his expression stern. “Don’t you think you should at least brief them? Give them some kind of hint?” Abbie turned her head slightly, one elegant eyebrow arched. “Anything, Stelio?” “I’m just saying,” he replied evenly, “sending them in blind feels reckless. At
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Chapter 85: THE HEART OF THE ABYSS
The Heart of the Abyss At the heart of the temple, Timmy finally found what he had been seeking: an ancient altar bathed in the soft glow of luminescent corals. Suspended above it by a gentle current was the Trident of Tides, a magnificent artifact that radiated power and beauty. Its design was a masterful blend of ancient artistry and natural elegance. The shaft, crafted from a mysterious metal, bore intricate engravings that mimicked the ebb and flow of ocean waves. The three prongs glimmered with an ethereal light, pulsing as if in rhythm with the heartbeat of the sea itself. Timmy approached the altar with a mix of awe and trepidation. His eyes traced every line of the trident, the patterns flowing like water down its length. It was a weapon, yes, but also a symbol of balance and harmony, a tool of immense power designed to command the very seas. As he extended his hand, the atmosphere around him shifted. The whispers returned, louder and more insistent than before, filling the
Chapter 84: THE GUARDIANS OF THE ABYSS
The Guardians of the Abyss Timmy’s path was now obstructed by two colossal water spirits, the guardians of the ancient temple. These ethereal beings towered over him, their translucent forms shimmering with an eerie blue light that pulsed in rhythm with the temple's ancient heart. Each guardian wielded a massive trident, forged from the same elemental water that composed their bodies. The weapons seemed to hum with power, the tips gleaming sharply, promising destruction with every swing. The guardians exuded an overwhelming presence, the water around them swirling in obedience, a testament to their mastery over the very element that Timmy sought to control. Timmy floated just outside their reach, his eyes scanning the immense figures with a mix of awe and dread. His body was battered from the previous trials, his muscles aching, and his breath came in shallow gasps. Blood seeped from the numerous cuts that marred his skin, blending with the water around him in ghostly crimson tendri
Chapter 83: THE ILLUSION OF THE PAST
The Illusion of the Past Timmy lay sprawled on the cold stone floor of the chamber, his chest heaving with each ragged breath, his clothes soaked and clinging to his skin. The ordeal of the labyrinth had left him drained, both physically and mentally. Yet, as he rested momentarily, a faint smile crept onto his face, a brief flicker of triumph against the odds. “I didn’t think I would escape that,” he thought, the smile widening slightly. His thoughts, however, were abruptly interrupted by a deep, resonant voice that seemed to emanate from the very walls around him. “Are you smiling already?.” Timmy’s body tensed instantly. He sprang to his feet, assuming a fighting stance, his eyes scanning the chamber. But all he could see was a dense mist that had materialized, shrouding everything in an eerie, impenetrable veil. There was no discernible path forward or backward; the mist enveloped all. “Foolish human, let’s see how you conquer this,” the voice taunted, its tone laced with a c
Chapter 82: THE ABYSSAL SANCTUM
THE Abyssal Sanctum. Timmy stood at the edge of the vast ocean, the sun dipping below the horizon and casting a golden glow on the water’s surface. Legends spoke of a powerful artifact hidden deep within, the Trident of Tides, guarded by water spirits and bound by riddles. His mission was clear: retrieve the trident and unravel the mystery of the temple. But as Timmy gazed out at the endless expanse of water, he couldn't shake the feeling that the mission would demand more than just his ability to manipulate water; it would test his intellect, resolve, and ultimately, his wisdom. The guard by his side turned to him and said. “I will accompany you to the entrance and you will continue from there.” He paused and turned to look at the waters. “I don’t know what mission is being given to you, but I doubt you can survive it. Whatever the reason the Miss sent to here for, it still make me wonder why a kid would be sent here.” The man then turned and directly jumped into the water. His
Chapter 81: THE GUARDIAN OF THE ARTIFACT
The path to the artifact led Sam into a narrow, wind-carved gorge, the walls on either side rising high above him. The air here was eerily still, a stark contrast to the chaotic winds that had plagued him earlier. Sam could feel the tension in the air, a quiet forewarning of the challenge to come. He paused, scanning the environment for any signs of danger. Suddenly, the stillness broke. A sharp gust of wind brushed past his ear, too precise to be natural. Sam spun around, his eyes narrowing as he tried to pinpoint the source. The wind shifted again, this time from behind. He turned just in time to see a faint ripple in the air, a distortion that seemed to shimmer and move. Before he could react, a powerful force slammed into him, knocking him off his feet. Sam hit the ground hard, the breath rushing out of his lungs. He scrambled to his feet, realizing that he was under attack. But from what? The attackers were invisible, their presence only revealed by the disturbances they create
Chapter 80: THE SHIFTING CURRENT
After clearing the trial, he then proceeds to the next trial. The path ahead of Sam was more daunting than anything he had faced so far. The canyon floor here was a perilous landscape riddled with deep chasms, with only narrow stone bridges connecting the fragmented sections of land. Each bridge seemed more treacherous than the last, and above them, the air currents shifted with unpredictable ferocity, sending powerful gusts that threatened to throw him off balance at any moment. Sam stood at the edge of the first bridge, taking in the chaotic scene. The wind howled around him, tugging at his clothes and hair, as if it had a mind of its own. The narrowness of the stone path and the depth of the chasms below made every step feel like a gamble with gravity. He took a deep breath, extending his hand in an attempt to control the wind, channeling his energy to stabilize the chaotic currents. But the wind here was wild and untamed, resisting his efforts to tame it. It surged and twisted u
Chapter 79: SAM'S MISSION
As the sun began its descent, casting long shadows over the jagged cliffs of the Whispering Canyon, Sam stood at its entrance, his eyes scanning the vast expanse ahead. His guide, a wiry man with an almost spectral presence, smirked as they approached. "You’re already hearing the whispers, aren’t you?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper itself, as if he feared the canyon could hear him. Sam frowned, the faint murmurs at the edge of his hearing growing louder with each step. It was as if the canyon itself was alive, its winds carrying the echoes of ancient voices. “The voices will try to break you,” the guide continued, his smirk fading into a serious expression. “They’ll show you what you fear most, what you desire most. If you can’t overcome that, you’ll become one of them.” He paused, his eyes narrowing. “This is where I leave you.” Before Sam could respond, the guide vanished, leaving him alone at the canyon’s mouth. The sudden silence was deafening, broken only by the e
CHAPTER 78: BREAKTHROUGH
As Noah pressed on, the oppressive heat of the volcanic terrain began to shift. The air grew cooler, and a sharp, cutting wind howled through the landscape. The ground beneath him was now a mix of hardened lava and jagged stone, and his fire magic felt sluggish, the gusts sapping the energy from his flames. "Perfect," Noah muttered, wrapping his arms around himself against the biting wind. He pressed forward cautiously, his eyes scanning for any sign of danger. It wasn’t long before the sky above darkened, and the shrill cries of creatures pierced the air. Four massive sparrows, each the size of a small house, descended from the turbulent sky. Their feathers shimmered like polished obsidian, and their beaks glowed faintly with fiery embers. The sparrows circled him like vultures, their keen eyes locking onto him as they dove in turns. Noah barely managed to dodge the first strike, the force of the bird's claws gouging deep trenches into the ground. He retaliated with a blast o
Chapter 77: THE SHIFTING INFERNO
The Shifting Inferno Noah’s boots crunched against the rocky terrain as he stepped into the ominous expanse of The Shifting Inferno. The air was heavy with ash and heat, the sky an eerie crimson streaked with black clouds. The ground beneath him radiated warmth, a forewarning of the volatile nature of the terrain. A faint rumble echoed through the ground, a precursor of what lay ahead. "This place feels alive," Noah muttered under his breath, his voice laced with unease. Despite his nerves, his determination remained steadfast. He clenched his fists, the faint warmth of his own fire sparking in his palms. The landscape before him was ever-changing. Magma Rivers snaked unpredictably across the ground, forming natural obstacles. Occasionally, the land would tremble violently, splitting apart to reveal glowing fissures that belched smoke and flames. Noah quickly realized that standing still was not an option. As he moved forward, he began to map the patterns in the shifting terra