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.

the alchemy room closed shut

in his jaw, Jonathan collapsed to the ground resignedly, his cheeks still burning with

spirit’s flow, hindering him from

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

there be a miracle for me?

life. Not a fiction novel. There aren’t many miracles in this

on, his eyes now blood red with hatred. He stayed in that position for a long time before he became too exhausted and

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

the idea at once. He was crystal clear it was what Gabriel wanted. The moment he gave in, he would cease to be steadfast. If it happened, his spirit would

years, Jonathan had had numerous close calls in the countless perils he faced. It wasn’t because he was powerful enough to escape death; he was

world, it accounted for

it was five o’clock

any food or water to him. It was as if the alchemy room’s existence

from a day

had sustained serious injuries, his healing power was nonetheless much better than the average man. Hence, after nine 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

it was tightly shut and locked from

of the act in his current state. Jonathan, plagued with despair, began to wish

him, even though

was like an old hag, unable to take on any further exertion. At that

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

was falling, and it

messier and messier as his impending doom drew closer. Death itself was

did not deserve. If it weren’t for

hoped that Amber would not be harmed. Despite the fact that

Finding his circumstance equally unwarranted and disastrous, he cursed spitefully in

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

halt as something suddenly registered

Thread of Fate that Felicia had mentioned? Had it secretly pulled me here? Is my life

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

learn the kinds of pills that the

ancient times as services for emperors. However, those refined pills were frauds that contained mercury, lead, and various poisonous ingredients. Emperors

were experts in numerology, geomancy, as well as magnetic flux. There was no way they would refine fake pills. What types of pills are they