Abyss Draconis

Chapter 101: Heavy Stakes!

Two days easily passed by as fast as lightning...

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"I ended up succumbing to the pressure and still training so hard, huh?" Ryuk mused to himself as he looked at his own hand.

Right now, it was calloused—a sign of how hard he had been using it—as his face was incredibly pale, as if drained of blood.

And true to that, Ryuk was currently drained of blood, with all of it present in the cracks below his feet.

Around him were the broken parts of the three robots. But these robots weren’t just any robots.

They were around 2 meters in height, possessing cores at their chests and another one at their foreheads.

Electricity cackled from their destroyed bodies, and instead of arms, they possessed sharp, gleaming blades covered in red Apex energy.

These were robots at the Peak Stage of the Ascension Plane!

[Congratulations, Host has defeated three robots at the Peak Stage of the Ascension Plane.]

[Rewards: +1 Level Up!]

[+4000 EXP!]

[EXP: 5200/5000]

[Would Host love to level up?] the system asked Ryuk, who nodded.

[Congratulations, Host has leveled up to Level 18!]

[+15 Attribute Points have been obtained!]

[Level Up Cards Possessed: 1]

[Does Host wish to use Level Up cards?] the system asked as Ryuk nodded once more.

[Congratulations, Host has leveled up to Level 19!]

[+15 Attribute Points obtained.]

[Stats]

It’s aura was growing horrifically cold by the second, but still, the snake refused to awake from its slumber as if the transformation still wasn’t complete yet.

Right now, Ryuk doubted Isha would wake up soon enough.

The probability of that was incredibly low.

Most unfortunately, Ryuk would have no choice but to fight all alone himself.

Isha was no longer a secret card that he could place his hopes on anymore.

"Grow stronger, Isha..." These were Ryuk’s last words as he faded away from the pet world, reappearing in the center of the training room.

"How many hours left?" Ryuk suddenly asked, and the reply came.

[Around 8 hours before the announcement is made.]

"Hmm. Guess I’ll use the remaining hours to heal my injuries and refill my Mana." Ryuk muttered, disappearing out of the cultivation room and into the distance.

Unknowing to Ryuk, around a dozen skyscrapers away, there were a total of about five instructors who sat at the top of the buildings, all of their gazes locked on his disappearing figure as they watched him move into the special cultivation room.

"What do you think of him, Gorin? Fate or bad luck?" an instructor wearing a casual golden-coloured shirt and trousers asked another who stood by his side, donned in a long dark robe with its hood covering half of the man’s upper head features.

"I can sense one that is already defeated without the fight ever having started."

"Right now, it seems that Ignatius will no doubt be the winner, but the human himself has not a single aura of admittance of defeat within him."

"What can you tell from his aura right now?" another instructor butted in as they all turned to look at the dark-robed individual.

"His aura... It’s like that of a wounded hunter before its strong prey... An almost hopeless situation yet filled with such raw conviction and power."

"The boy won’t go down without a fight. This, I can say with surety..."

"Many of the elders will be watching this fight, and most of them are specifically here for Ignatius himself. His talents are out of this world, and they want to personally see that for themselves and nurture him."

"Today, they’ll be assessing his abilities, but the human boy is recommended by the Half-Fallen one herself, who also will be watching the fight."

"One thing will happen for sure in their battle, and that is one of them will become nothing but a stepping stone for the other."

"If the human boy loses, he loses face for the Half-Fallen one who recommended him here. I’m pretty sure he will receive nothing but mockery from the elders, and his fate would be unknown."

"Even if the Half-Fallen one chooses not to do anything for being let down, some of the Fallen elders would bring an end to the boy himself for daring to shame her."

"In short, if the boy dares lose, he surely dies!"