Dilan actually started to doubt if he could survive getting squashed by the ginormous teorite. His life was on the line and the pain he was going through right now was nothing short of being sent to hell.
Getting whipped by his father to the point that he nearly died on nurous occasions, ending up punctured by an old tree in a ravine in the mountains, or nearly dying while facing the War Krendel was not even close to the pain he was feeling right now.
All the things that had happened to him had been painful. That was out of question but right now his body was lting as he was being thrust deeper and deeper into the ground.
Soil, stones, and various other things poked into his back, piercing through his threadbare clothes and flesh before they were either pushed aside, disintegrated, or molten. This made matters worse for Dilanand he ended up getting more and more injured.
His condition was bad, to the extent that he began questioning everything.
His ntal stability was questionable right now and Dilan only regained his blurred senses when a bunch of notifications appeared in his mind.
[The host's Health has decreased drastically. The host's whole body is mortally damaged. [Bracing Pain] is operating in the strongest form! All stats have been augnted by 50%!]
Dilan could only read the first ssage at first before he perceived that the second ssage seed to have been written in an unknown language; a language he couldn't decipher. At least that was what Dilan first imagined before he realized that he could actually read the ssage.
[The host's Special trait [???] responded to the unique situation!]
He was not sure what was going on but he hoped that it was sothing that could actually help him. It was good that his Health stat was currently so high but it was exactly this fact that turned Dilan's mind into mush.
His stats had been around 760 Units before but with the enhancent of his base stats, the situation changed drastically! Right now, Dilan's Health stat was around 1100 Units, [Undying] was fully unleashed all the ti, while his bloodline Blood Vyrm allowed him to heal at a much faster rate as well.
Under normal circumstances, his physique would never be capable of enduring the potency of stats above 1000 Units, not while he was halfway through Tier-2, but the current situation was different.
Dilan's body was already accustod to being different from the norm, he possessed a Constitution that strengthened his physique as well and he had accepted a bloodline that had naturally enhanced the host's physique and his healing capabilities.
Nonetheless, if another stat than his Health would be just as high, Dilan would face much bigger consequences.
But even then he would have hardly cared because his situation called for desperate asures, to the extent that he was currently trying to endure the terrific pain that swept through his entire being as he was burning, lting, and being crushed at the sa ti before he healed.
After he healed, he burned, lted and his bones would be crushed once again. He would heal again, end up getting burned, molten, and crushed once again and the cycle would repeat itself as if on a loop.
Dilan didn't know how often this situation repeated itself. His mind was overflowing with the information his body sent straight to his head but his brain was incapable of digesting everything.
Before all information of him being burned, molten, and crushed reached him, he was healed and the information was sent out that everything was fine. However, by the ti that information would be digested by Dilan, he would be injured once again and that information would be sent straight to his head all over again.
Dilan's brain was overloading and it felt like an eternity until his mind shut off completely. His mind sent his body in a comatose state forcefully in order to prevent his brain from getting damaged because of all the massive pieces of confusing and devastating information that swept through him.
Thus, he didn't know what happened afterward, not even when the teorite had finally reached the deepest point in the ground where it stopped, creating a huge crater that encompassed the whole city…or what it had been in the past.
He was still not pulled out of the comatose state when the teorite finally stopped burning. A long ti passed afterward, just for Dilan to awaken once again.
His body was stuck to the teorite, there was no way for him to breathe and it was a wonder that he had yet to suffocate.
It didn't make any sense for him to still be alive, not even with the unique supernatural powers he possessed.
However, it was not as if Dilan rejected escaping the hellish nightmare of an experience alive. He was quite happy even though he couldn't show that.
His body, or what was left of it, was a ss and Dilan didn't possess even an ounce of mana to take care of the ss.
It took him an eternity to replenish bits of his mana, enough to activate the [Mantle of Elents] ability to use Earth Spirits. They made a tiny space below Dilan's feet, giving him the opportunity to move.
The gravitational force pulled him downward, yet his skin and parts of his body were stuck to the teorite. He was forced to wait an eternity to gain the necessary strength in his body to push himself away from the teorite, pulling off the flesh and skin that was glued to the teorite.
It was disgusting and extrely painful but Dilan couldn't live while being stuck to the teorite, not much longer at least. He was hanging onto his life by a thread and every breath could be his last.
After he had used all his strength to land in the tiny space below him, Dilan kept lying there. He didn't move an inch, which made the small gap look like he had buried himself into the ground.
'Is that my funeral? Well, I'm a little bit too deep underground for that. A ter or two below the surface would be much nicer than…who knows how deep underground I am right now…' Dilan thought while noticing that his body was healing and regenerating.
However, instead of regenerating normally, his whole body was being fixed. His bones that had been broken countless tis were nding and realigning themselves, indicating to him that he would be totally fine once everything was over.
However, until then lots of ti would have to pass and Dilan couldn't help but feel bothered by this.
'Just how much ti will have to pass before I will reach the surface?' He began to wonder. Dilan thought that he heard so noises from sowhere but he told himself that he was imagining things.
Nobody should be alive in Shiron, or what was left of the city. Even his current situation made it seem as if he was dead than alive.
This could be considered 'interesting' if one wanted to put it that way, which was not exactly what Dilan planned to do.
Rather, he was trying his best to fix his body by activating [Undying] whenever he could. Due to [Bracing Pain]'s augntation of his stats, he could heal at a much faster rate and his mana replenished quite fast as well, giving him a nice advantage when using [Undying].
Once Dilan could move a little bit, he reached out for the Cursed Dagger. He knew that the Hyel Destructo Armor Set had nearly been scrapped but it could heal all injuries it had faced.
Xealtron was not capable of doing sothing as magical as that. Thus, he wanted to make sure that the Cursed Dagger was not too damaged.
'I can still feel the stats I get from wielding it, but I cannot find it… Weird….' Dilan thought in confusion without realizing that the Cursed Dagger was stuck in his back…quite literally.
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