Faint, reawaken, then faint again. My master kept rewinding the mory of the first ti the sword king appeared. Repeating the sa actions as the first, master would whisper sothing to Cor Sanguis before he turns to and says the sa line.
"Grit your teeth, boy." [Cor Sanguis]
I've gotten tired of hearing that line. Over and over again, I would feel an incredible pressure pushing down on . My body would start breaking out in a cold sweat and my stomach would churn. The only silver lining was that I always managed to not vomit.
"Put a little more. My disciple can handle it." [Vincent]
Each and every ti, my master would always ask to increase the pressure.
"|Fear Resistance| has gained a level." [Spirit Guide]
And after hearing that, I would pass out.
"Wake up. Training isn't over yet." [???]
My eyes shot wide open, gasping for air.
"Not again..." [Solace]
It had been around my twentieth ti blacking out, and I still could barely resist the pressure.
"...Master, how many more tis will I be doing this?" [Solace]
"Hm..." [Vincent]
Scratching his chin, pondered about it.
"Perhaps... until you can stand for thirty seconds?" [Vincent]
"...Stand as in standing?" [Solace]
"Indeed. You cannot fall to your knees or pass out for thirty seconds. I believe your current record was a little over four seconds." [Vincent]
I sighed at the thought.
"Can I take a quick break then?" [Solace]
"Dear disciple... I don't see a reason to." [Vincent]
"I need to collect my thoughts." [Solace]
"I do not believe there is a certain strategy to stand." [Vincent]
He shrugged his shoulders, looking at with a confused face.
"...Please?" [Solace]
I asked him politely, which sohow made his confusion turn into surprise.
"...I suppose. We'll take a mont to rest." [Vincent]
Snapping his fingers, the mountains around us began to fly past us. The next mont, I found myself in a dark hallway.
"What the..." [Solace]
Observing my surroundings, I found the hallway to be more luxurious than I had originally thought. There was an incredibly long purple carpet covering the floor, and a few laminated doors around. The dark hallway was dimly lit by small lamps on the wall, the glass crafted with a ticulous design.
"Master, where is this?" [Solace]
"Wait a minute, did I choose the wrong mory?" [Vincent]
As I glanced around, I was startled by a loud thud against a door. Not only that, I also heard muffled screams on the other side.
"I'll kill you! I swear, I'll tear you apart!" [???]
A voice resembling a child's echoed throughout the hallway, sending shivers down my spine.
"Yep, wrong mory." [Vincent]
Master snapped his fingers once again, changing the background into a grassy landscape.
"Do you have any foods you dislike?" [Vincent]
"N... No...?" [Solace]
Still shocked by what I heard, my answer ca out a bit late.
"I see." [Vincent]
With a snap of his fingers, a platter of food appeared.
"Wait, isn't this...?" [Solace]
I was surprised by Master's choice of food. Each and every one of them were from my world.
"I wanted to try food from the spirit world." [Vincent]
"Spirit world?" [Solace]
Sowhat confused, I rembered that I never cleared it up that I was from Earth.
("h. I'm not going to explain it.") [Solace]
As I thought to myself, Master had already dug into the food.
"Mm. Quite tasty. This... hamburger? It reminds of a jarin." [Vincent]
"...What's a jarin?" [Solace]
"It's a selection of ats and vegetables between slices of black bread." [Vincent]
"...Huh." [Solace]
It never occurred to that there might be a culinary culture in this world. I bla the fact I don't need to eat to be the cause of that thought.
"Wait. We're in our mories right?" [Solace]
"Yes?" [Vincent]
"Then eating doesn't make a difference right? It doesn't have a physical form, so it can't make us full." [Solace]
"As expected of my disciple. You've co to the correct conclusion." [Vincent]
I don't know whether or not Master does it on purpose, but him saying as expected of gives a sense of pride.
"Then why are you eating?" [Solace]
"Did I not tell you? I wanted to try the spirit world's food." [Vincent]
"...Fair enough." [Solace]
Letting him do his own thing, I sat down.
("Now that I've had my hard earned break, let's see my status.") [Solace]
"|Analyze|." [Solace]
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Na: Solace
Race: Forsaken Spirit
Gender: ???
Age: ???
Level: 23
Health: 2300/2300
Mana: 1500/1500
Strength: 400
Agility: 300
Intelligence: 200
Willpower: 300
Status: Stable
Skills: |Mystic Tongue Lv. 5| |Analyze Lv. 1| |Appraisal Resistance Lv. 1| |Liquid Bullet Lv. 3| |Ashen Arrow Lv. 5| |Fla Cannon Lv. 3| |Wind Edge Lv. 4| |Cleanse Lv. 1| |Kindle Lv. 1| |Night Vision Lv. 1| |Earthen Shield Lv. 1| |Reinforce Lv. 1| |Paralyze Lv. 1| |Mimic Lv. 2| |Status Concealnt Lv. 1| |Item Box Lv. 1| |Sound Interference Lv. 1| |Enchant Fla Lv. 2| |Fire Resistance Lv. 1| |Blazing Fist Lv. 2| |Liquid Barrage Lv. 1| |Convergence Lv. 1| |Shock Resistance Lv. 1| |Wardrobe Lv.2| |Mana Detection Lv. 2| |Mana Breathing Lv.3| |Terra Javelin Lv. 1| |Imbue Alarm Lv. 1| |Cold Resistance Lv. 2| |Fear Resistance Lv. 8| |Nausea Resistance Lv. 3|
Unique Skill: N/A
Titles: |Contracted Spirit Of The Unfortunate Summoner| |Unresting Experience Trainer| |Challenger Of The Strong|
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"Hm." [Solace]
I didn't expect my |Fear Resistance| to be so high. It was then that a thought occurred to .
("|Appraisal| evolved into |Analyze| when it hit level ten. What would I get if my |Fear Resistance| reached level ten as well?") [Solace]
Silently thinking about it, I ca to a conclusion.
"Master?" [Solace]
"Hm?" [Vincent]
"I would like to resu training." [Solace]
Master looked up and down, a slight grin slowly growing on his face.
"I see." [Vincent]
With a sowhat proud smile, Master snapped his fingers.
"I'm interested to see what you have in store for ." [Vincent]
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