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.

alchemy room closed shut and darkness began to seep

jaw, Jonathan collapsed to the ground

slowed his spirit’s flow, hindering

shatter everything, 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

be a miracle for me? he wondered deep

be silly. This is real life. Not a fiction novel.

with hatred. He stayed in that

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

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

numerous close calls 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 his had

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

quietly. Soon it was five o’clock in the

or water to him. It was as if the alchemy room’s existence was completely forgotten,

hunger or thirst from a day without food and water,

hours of rest and recovery, 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 easily. The glimmer of hope motivated him to find

first approached the steel door, but it was tightly shut

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

would do for him, even though he knew it was purely

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 included maintaining good health, purifying the body, and promoting cell growth. But

absolutely no strength to heal his injuries. His relatively good health was the only reason he could make a

falling, and it

and Jonathan’s train of thought became messier and messier as his impending doom drew closer. Death itself was not scary. It was the waiting part

deserve. If it weren’t for him dragging her

fact that

thoughts. Finding his circumstance equally

in this mess? I could have enjoyed my life in Horrington if I didn’t end up in this

halt as something suddenly registered

mentioned? Had

in a dead-end after much contemplation, Jonathan found his gaze wandering to the alchemy furnace adorned

kinds of pills that the alchemy furnace could

fiction novels. Not only that, the practices were well-documented in ancient times as services for emperors. However, those refined pills were frauds that contained mercury,

geomancy, as well as magnetic flux. There was no way they would refine

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