"Master, here are my five potions. We were each handed only six potions because the potions are effective only up to a certain point. This is usually the case in many trials. Even the hidden families are not aware of the full details of this trial. Most system trials had this sort of pressure test, and this potion is commonly used in other worlds for such trials."
Magicaa was a very different blood thrall when compared to Viola, the rune priestess. He submitted readily and became subservient right from the get-go. Damon could tell that the man’s injured soul had a huge part to play in this. His mental fortitude should have also been weak.
It looked like Magicaa hadn’t recovered at all from their last encounter. Dying repeatedly after respawning had essentially broken the guy. "You wanted to do this to me, but in the end, you are in this state." He smirked and took the potions from the guy. "Stand here. Fight and kill anyone who tries to come behind me. Don’t half-ass things. Fight properly like your life depends on it."
Damon then continued his jog upwards without wasting any further time. Quickly, he passed all the lower-level doors and arrived at the mid-level treasure vaults. By now, the pressure was almost completely back up. In fact, it was a lot more than before.
He drank his fourth potion bottle, but it was of no use. The speed run using potions was effectively over.
Damon checked his timer, and now it showed that a little over five hours had disappeared. He had less than five hours left. This was fine because he had made good progress in this time. He was already in the area with the golden doors. He could now stop climbing at any point and open a door.
But was that really the best thing to do? Should he open a door now or keep climbing to reach further up and open one of the doors at the top? "Hmmm..." Damon pondered as he forced his legs to continue climbing up.
It would be better if he had more information to make an educated choice. He paused for a moment, sending his senses outward. Pressure buckled down on him, and the timer flew off the handle a little, but the effort was worth it. He immediately sensed two people to his right.
The mountain was a lot steeper now, and that meant confrontations were unavoidable. Damon just had to take control of these confrontations to get some extra information. He hurriedly dashed towards the side when he saw two players heaving and panting as they took one step after another.
Damon laughed at their misery. Finally, everyone was on the same boat!
The two immediately noticed him and raised their hands, preparing to attack, but they were not fast enough. Damon was in a much better condition than they were and quickly used mental corruption and blood enslaving to test out a few things.
Two notifications immediately popped up in front of him.
[Ding! You have successfully created a Blood Thrall]
[Ding! You have successfully created a Blood Thrall]
He did not expect both of them to submit successfully, but it seemed that the pressure building up all around them was working to his advantage.
"Hey, open that golden door," Damon ordered the first guy as he continued to climb upwards. The first guy did not put up any fight and obediently followed the command.
The man staggered toward the nearest golden door. Every step looked painful, but he didn’t slow down. He reached the door, pressed his trembling palm against it, and the surface rippled like liquid gold.



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