I Am Unstoppable novel

Chapter 73 Despairing Night

Jonathan’s heart sank deeper and deeper. He knew that death was not the scariest thing in the world, especially for a girl. Numerous unbearable tragedies that were much worse than death could happen to a girl.

Gabriel continued, “Moreover, you’re the Chosen One. The Chosen Ones may die, but they can never bring upon themselves their own demises. Because there will always be hope until the last moment, no?”

“I think you’re overly confident with yourself,” Jonathan replied coldly. “Why would I care about anything when I’m dead? My soul and my consciousness will vanish from the world, and not the tiniest vestige will remain. So why would I care about Amber if that’s the case?”

“So you won’t compromise?” Gabriel lifted the corners of his lips.

“Not in a million years!” cursed Jonathan.

“You do realize contempt for God is a grievous sin. You’ve disrespected me with your insolence, which weighs equal sin as disrespecting God. I shall therefore punish you so that you will learn your lesson.” Gabriel’s voice was bland and cool as he spoke.

Jonathan’s eyes bulged with anger and he sneered. He could hardly believe his ears when Gabriel had the audacity to equate himself with divinity. His first impulse was to open his mouth and spat all profanities at Gabriel, but he forced himself to remain silent and swallowed all the swear words back in.

Stay calm, Jonathan. Wait for the perfect opportunity to retaliate. He reminded himself internally. I’m in their territory now. I’ll only bring myself more trouble if I provoke them further.

Meanwhile, Gabriel turned to Zachary who was standing behind him. “Give him ten slaps,” he instructed.

Zachary nodded and marched toward Jonathan.

Jonathan, having never been subjected to such humiliation, felt his heart pounding against his chest. Zachary, cold as he was, slapped Jonathan ten times across the cheeks without hesitation.

His strikes were forceful, yet measured at the same time, which sent Jonathan’s head spinning, and his cheeks bleeding and swelling.

By the time Zachary was done, Jonathan coughed up a gob of blood with ten teeth to the ground.

Without a word, Zachary retreated to Gabriel’s back, while the latter stared at Jonathan.

Jonathan returned his stare with a bloodshot glare and pursed his lips. He certainly would not execrate Gabriel as it would not do him any good in any way; although it was, without question, the biggest humiliation he had suffered in his entire life.

“I’ll kill you! I swear it!” Jonathan clenched his teeth, the bone-chilling bitterness apparent in his voice.

Gabriel merely gazed at him flatly. They remained like that for a while when suddenly, Gabriel burst into laughter. He subsequently collected himself and said, “I know you hate me so much you wish you could tear me into a million pieces, Chosen One. The sad truth is, I will seize your spirit and kill you right here in this place. Nobody can save you here, and you can’t defend yourself either, since you are severely wounded.” He paused and rose to his feet. “We still have sixteen hours left until midnight. Enjoy your last moments in life. Once your spirit is stripped, you will find only an insufferable life waiting ahead even if you survive.”

As soon as he finished, Gabriel turned and left with Zachary.

room closed shut and darkness began to seep

in his jaw, Jonathan collapsed to the ground resignedly,

spirit’s flow, hindering him from speeding up

but he couldn’t. He understood that as soon as he tried activating his spirit, his wounds would immediately reopen and bleed profusely. A sense of helplessness washed over him as he realized the futility of his billowing hatred

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his fists as he thought on and on, his eyes now blood red with hatred. He stayed in

felt the chains of destiny tugging at him as he asked himself if it was really his fate that

moment he gave in, he would cease to be steadfast. If it happened, his spirit would surely be taken away, which

in the countless perils he faced. It wasn’t because he was powerful enough to escape death; he was simply fortunate enough. Many strong mercenaries whose cultivations were much higher than

a fact that, although strength was important for survival in the world, it accounted for merely thirty percent of it, whereas luck made up the

Soon it was five o’clock in

It was as if the alchemy room’s existence was completely forgotten, which was understandable, considering Gabriel would come to refine Jonathan

hunger or thirst from a day

he could already rise to his feet and walk slowly. Knowing he still had some luck in store, he was unwilling to be killed so

but it was tightly shut

act in his current state. Jonathan, plagued with despair, began to wish he would stumble upon some rejuvenation pills in

even though he knew it was purely wishful

puffed and weary, Jonathan was forced to sit down and rest for that weak body of his was like an old hag, unable to take on any further exertion. At that moment, even the Ultra Sun Moon Mantra was useless on him. The mantra’s functions

weren’t as magical as novels painted them to be. Besides, Jonathan had absolutely

it was eight o’clock before

moon shone through the tiny window into the room, and Jonathan’s train of thought became messier and messier as his impending doom drew closer. Death itself was not scary.

for

fact that Gabriel, Drake, and Zachary were undoubtedly

circumstance equally unwarranted and disastrous, he cursed spitefully in his

What’s wrong with me getting involved in this mess? I could

pondering came to a halt as something suddenly registered

Thread of Fate that Felicia had mentioned? Had it secretly pulled me

a dead-end after much contemplation, Jonathan found his gaze wandering

was curious to learn the kinds of pills that the alchemy furnace

only that, the practices were well-documented in ancient times as services for

real sect with numerous masters who were experts in numerology, geomancy, as well as magnetic flux. There was no way they would refine