Aku clearly heard the words in his head.
[The trial has ended.]
Right after having finished off the Silver Dragon of the West, that voice resonated in his head, leaving him confused.
Was it over already?
Part of him felt disappointed by how short the trial had lasted.
Aku had started having fun and deep down didn’t want the trial to end so soon.
He wanted to keep fighting.
But another problem was that he wasn’t sure if he could pass the trial, since he didn’t know how many heroes he had to kill to win.
A certain anguish began invading him.
Had he passed the trial?
Had he assassinated enough heroes?
He knew that at least Bīng Xuě had killed many more than him.
Though the term assassinate was actually too harsh considering none of the heroes had actually died, or at least that’s what the trial said.
Suddenly, the landscape began losing its texture and color. The world around him began spinning at great speed, and suddenly everything was darkness.
[Congratulations! You have demonstrated enough power to join the hero academy.]
Aku blinked and opened his eyes confused. He found himself in a white room with no visible surfaces around him.
As if the walls had vanished.
No surface was visible in that white room, which left Aku quite surprised.
"Where am I?" the white-haired boy asked coldly as he analyzed his surroundings.
It was a blank space, a colorless void.
Aku checked himself first, verifying he was in one piece.
He still had the adamantine armor, though it had cuts in certain places and so parts of the armor were missing. He was at least perfectly healthy.
The demon king took a large amount of air through his nose. It didn’t sll like anything, which was curious.
That room completely lacked sll.
There was also a dense silence in the room, only interrupted by his own breathing.
The young man took a step forward, waiting to see if sothing would happen, but nothing relevant occurred.
The demon king took another step, and nothing happened.
Aku brought his hand to his chin, stroking his beard with considerable confusion.
"How can I get out of here?" the young man wondered as he blinked slowly.
It was a strange sensation.
Though Aku was quite analytical and calm, so unlike a normal person, that situation wasn’t enough to make him panic.
"Should I wait? Or is it better to look for an exit?" the demon king reflected aloud.
Perhaps he didn’t have to do anything and simply stay there until they transported him elsewhere.
Though if that wasn’t the case, perhaps it was a better idea to look for the exit himself, since staying there was a waste of ti.
The problem was that if he really was automatically transported to another place, by moving he risked that chanism failing and condemning himself to be trapped forever in that white void.
The demon king scratched his head confused. It was a difficult decision to make.
The young man began looking around. Perhaps if he searched carefully he would find sothing, even so clue.
The young man turned his neck. There was only a void, an undefined white without visible surfaces.
Aku turned. Perhaps the answer was behind him.
However, when his dark eyes settled behind him, they didn’t perceive anything either.
It was the sa undefined, limitless whiteness.
Or at least that’s how it seed at first.
However, Aku felt as if sothing didn’t fit, as if sothing wasn’t quite perfect.
"Mmm?" The demon king narrowed his eyes, trying to discern sothing in that white imnsity.
It was at that mont he noticed sothing, almost imperceptible to sight, almost invisible.
A "line," very thin, in the middle of a white imnsity.
It was sothing that didn’t fit in a place where no surface could be perceived.
Aku knew that was a clue. That was clear.
However, what was he supposed to do with that new information?
It was strange to see a line in that space that seed to lack surfaces.
Though at least that was visually, because if he could walk, it was because there was a floor.
However, there were no walls or ceiling in sight, and the demon king couldn’t know if it was because there directly weren’t any of those surfaces or they simply weren’t perceptible.
Though that wasn’t anything too relevant either.
Whether or not there were visible surfaces wasn’t relevant to finding an exit.
Or at least not as relevant as that kind of "line" was.
"I suppose there’s only one way to find out the nature of that line," the white-haired young man told himself.
Without taking too long, but also without too much haste, the young man took a few steps to approach that ascending straight line in front of him.
When he was close to it, the demon king stretched his arm toward the line, and upon doing so he felt sothing.
It wasn’t the line as such, but there was sothing like an invisible wall that extended from the line itself.
Or rather, that wall couldn’t be seen because it was surely as white as the room.
Aku observed the line carefully. Upon doing so he realized that more than a line, it was light that seed to filter between two surfaces.
"Mmm, I think I understand now," the white-haired demon king concluded. He had already understood the nature of the room.
If there was light filtering into the interior of that "room," it ant that light was coming from outside.
If so, that must be a door, or at least that’s what the demon king hoped.
"Alright, here we go," the white-haired young man told himself as he pushed that "invisible wall" outward.
The wall, or rather the door, wasn’t too heavy, so it was easy to open.
Aku opened that door as what was outside beca visible.
"Mmm?" Aku murmured as the new room was revealed before him.
It was a spacious room with smooth, square tiles of bluish-gray color on the floor.
The walls were more bluish and on the ceiling were luminous squares that illuminated the entire room.
The boy took a step out of that white void, definitively entering, when at that mont a familiar voice spoke to him.
"Tch, well, you sure took a long ti to get out, Aku."
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