Chapter 919: Chapter 690: Be a Person_2
The blood sprayed out transford into a fla the mont it left Jora.
Though small, the fla’s power was terrifying.
It instantly lted the glacier ahead of Jora, then plunged deep, deep into the earth.
“Not human!”
“You are not human!”
Roger’s face flashed in her mind. Jora felt she was nearing the truth.
This kind of humiliation was sothing she could never accept, no matter the circumstances. She had endured the entire ordeal passively, effectively becoming an active participant.
So even though she couldn’t understand what had just happened, just thinking of that scene, thinking of one after another…
“Ugh…”
Jora opened her mouth and spat more blood.
The blood transford into flas, quickly spreading outward.
Her earlier shouts had already disrupted the weaker areas of the glacier, and the addition of two flas accelerated the collapse.
Like a toppled domino, the glacier began to tremble under a great rumbling sound.
But at this mont, Jora was utterly indifferent to the changes in the outside world. Her eyes widened with fury, and a single thought consud her.
To kill that man at any cost.
No, those n!
But the next mont, the injuries in her body suddenly erupted, causing her vision to spin.
Jora realized the wounds she’d been suppressing.
Heyman was manageable—Jora could fully comprehend the level of his power—but the strange man accompanying him had inflicted the deepest wounds through frequent sneak attacks.
Now, with her unstable emotions, compounded by the expulsion of precious Dragon Marrow, things grew worse, and Jora collapsed, her whole body softening as she fainted.
“Just you wait…”
“I will kill you!”
“Dora, my poor sister, it’s your elder sister who failed to protect you…”
In the distance, loud rumblings echoed. Jora had only enough energy to cast a layer of defense over herself before she completely lost consciousness.
What she didn’t know was that, at this very mont, miles away, “Dora” was living in utter delight.
Oh, at the very least, it was Dora’s body.
Darkness. Endless darkness.
Jora slowly opened her eyes, her body weak beyond compare. Her wounds hadn’t improved; instead, they had worsened.
A small groan escaped her nose, and her eye twitched slightly. She clenched her fist, trying to push herself up from her confinent, but soon abandoned her struggle in despair.
The weight pressing down on her exceeded expectation, and moving recklessly under her current condition might trigger another wave of collapse.
Under normal circumstances, it would be a re matter of breath to deal with such an issue, but now…
Blinking, a familiar sensation arose again.
Not long ago, she had only encountered this feeling in poetry and the descriptions of others.
What awakened Jora was not her wounds but sothing deeper, primal, irresistible—biological joy on an elental level.
Enduring, silently enduring.
“Faster, let ti move faster…”
Jora could only pray helplessly.
But after an eternity, her hope faded.
“I won’t let you go, I swear it!”
“Never!”
“Even more of them than the last ti!”
As she spoke, her eyes welled up with tears. Jora, a Fifth Tier powerhouse, let the tears of humiliation fall.
Was there anything more tragic than this?
No pain is greater than a broken heart; if resistance is futile…
No, this cannot be—it must not be—I cannot yield!
“I have to rise up; Dora is waiting for , waiting for to rescue her!”
“Killing all the n who hurt her won’t be enough—those n’s nations, and every male creature around them, should perish!”
Silently vowing her vengeance, Jora sobbed quietly.
The days that followed were an endless cycle of tornt for Jora.
She woke to pleasure, then silently wept, enduring everything once more, over and over, day after day.
Oh…sotis, it felt as if ti stretched endlessly—maybe it was an illusion?
Doubled events rged into one? Or was it her imagination?
Even harder to accept was this: throughout this process, Jora realized she was becoming accustod—accustod to the changes in her body.
And accustod to the newfound strength that began to erge within her.
It was a unique fla, born of raw desire.
Purely blazing.
A spark that could ignite a wildfire.
As ti passed, this fla burned brighter and brighter, but Jora silently stored its energy, awaiting the mont she could use it to ignite her strengths within.
And then, with that spark as her breakthrough, resolve every injury in one move.
“Soon, just a few more tis will be enough.”
Jora calculated silently. But one day, awakening from a fitful sleep, she realized her body felt hollow.
“Nothing?”
“Why is there nothing today?”
Irritated, Jora muttered.
Through a certain special perception, she had already pinpointed Dora’s exact location. As soon as her wounds healed, she could set off and unleash her vengeance.
Initially, during monts when her wounds showed slight improvent, Jora had been impulsive, but she quickly suppressed the thought.
Though brief, she understood that man was no ordinary Fourth Tier fighter. In her current condition, the chances of failure were high.
If he managed to use Dora against her and capture her…
Even thinking about the horrifying prospect of such a thing happening caused her blood to boil, nearly triggering another explosion of internal injuries.
When sothing happens too many tis, three instances feel indistinguishable from thirty. Thus, Jora endured humiliation, preparing to heal herself entirely before exacting revenge in one fell swoop.
But now, the sudden emptiness left Jora restless.
“What’s going on?”
“Why nothing today?!”
“I’ve been waiting!”
Waiting from dawn until midnight, through the darkness into another dawn, yet her body remained hollow.
“Resting? Is today a break day?”
“After all these days, why is there a break day now?”
“Exhausted…”
“Or is it that there’s no one else left to replace?”
Feeling the fire within her, Jora hesitated for a long mont before deciding, “I’ll wait a bit longer. If nothing happens tomorrow, then I’ll start recovering and…”
“Take revenge!!”
anwhile, far away in a distant estate, things had indeed taken a turn, though not due to Roger being fatigued.
And certainly, there weren’t the many n Jora had imagined. From beginning to end, Roger had been the sole tireless worker.
But for Demon Hunters, their most important ability wasn’t combat—though perhaps it involved certain battles against particular groups?
Roger hadn’t expected Amanda, in her new body, to unleash a passion greater than his own. The details of these lively days could fill a hundred thousand pages.
The Giant Dragon’s body was indeed powerful—even Roger was nearly overwheld—but through sheer strength, he preserved the reputation of the Demonic Hunters.
Days of this absurdity passed until sothing unexpected occurred.
It was a joyous unicorn expedition.
Amanda, clad in translucent silk, was in high spirits. After consecutive days of sparring and training, her mastery over the new body improved imnsely.
She could now unleash around 80% of its power.
While not enough for high-level combat, it was sufficient for escape and self-preservation.
“Tell : now that I’ve changed, which version of do you prefer—the old or the new ?”
Draining her glass of wine, Amanda grinned at Roger.
Apparently, Transcendents and ordinary won shared remarkable similarities in certain matters.
This was truly the ultimate trap question.
Honestly, Roger didn’t know how to answer.
At that mont, a beam of light rose from the other side of the room, followed by a surge of familiar energy. Then, a voice echoed in Roger’s mind: “Finally done!”
“Sonia?”
Roger stood up in excitent—his consciousness linked with Sonia—and hurried over to sense the changes in her condition.
Her vitality was thriving; apart from the parts suppressed by rules, she was nearly fully healed.
“How do you feel?”
He asked with concern.
Sonia rose from the ground. “Everything seems fine, but…” Her gaze revealed deep confusion as she looked up at Roger.
“For so reason, it feels like there’s always a heavy weight pressing on .”
“My back hurts a bit!”
Roger:…
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