Damon pushed the masked man out of his mind and focused forward. He moved up as fast as he could, but the situation was not straightforward. As he went closer to one of the golden doors, the pressure around him suddenly spiked.
His vision shook, his steps faltered, and his body let out a sharp creak as if every bone was being squeezed at the same time. Damon staggered forward and almost dropped to one knee before barely catching himself.
"Seriously...?" he growled.
The air felt thicker. He could feel it pressing against his skin, sinking into his muscles, digging straight into his blood and bones. Moving even an inch now felt like lifting a mountain.
The door ahead loomed closer, its golden surface glowing warmly, almost gently. Damon could feel it clearly now. The closer he got, the more it rejected him. "So thatβs the trick..." he muttered, breathing hard.
This test was something he had already seen before, plenty of times, but that did not make things any better. Even with his upgraded body, it was difficult to overcome it. For now, all he could do was focus and step forward, one leg at a time.
Damon planted his foot and forced himself upright again. His legs trembled violently, muscles screaming in protest, but he refused to give up.
His enemy here was raw pressure. A trial that didnβt care about tricks, talents, or cleverness. Only one thing mattered here. Whether you could endure.
Each step forward felt like grinding his own body down against an unseen wall. His breath came out ragged, his heartbeat thundered in his ears, and his blood churned as if it were trying to tear free from his veins. His bones creaked again, louder this time, and a thin line of blood slid down from the corner of his mouth.
Damon wiped it away with the back of his hand and laughed weakly. The pressure intensified again the moment he took another step. It pressed into his joints, his organs, his soul, testing for weakness. However, slowly and steadily, he kept going forward.
He unleashed his blood domain and poison domain which increased his regenerative ability. It also buffed his stats and helped him break free from the pressure a bit. It was not much but the boost was enough to bring him a few more steps forward.
At this rate, he could definitely make it to the first door in another few minutes. Damon felt excited and looked up when the system screen flashed in front of him. The next second his face changed. His timer now showed that 3 hours had already gone by.
3 hours out of ten hours were already gone? What the heck?
Not just that. Even as he was watching the timer, the time countdown suddenly started increasing at a ridiculous pace. So the timer didnβt work like an ordinary timer?


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