Lightning Is the Only Way

"Is this the Secret Name Torture Chamber?" a young man with blue hair asked.

"It says so on the sign, yes," Gravis answered the stupid question.

"I would like to ask for some will-tempering," the young man said. His eyes wandered to the other people in the room.

"AAAAHHH!"

Five other people were impaled on spikes around Gravis, all of them without disguise. Will-tempering didn't need them to spend money to disguise themselves. After all, there was nothing shady going on.

The other five people were also there to temper their wills, and they were having the time of their lives judging by their painful screeches.

"Stop! I don't want to anymore! AAAHH!" one man shouted in pain.

"You paid for 50 years. You get 50 years," Gravis answered absentmindedly.

"No, please! I can't take this anymore! I can't survive 50 years! You can keep the money!" the guy shouted through pain-filled screams.

"You paid for 50 years. You get 50 years," Gravis answered again.

The newest person became a bit nervous when he saw all the people being tortured in the big room. Some of them were even more powerful than him, but they were still shouting with so much pain.

This created a kind of curiosity in the new client. Pain had long since become irrelevant to such powerful people. Pain was already unimportant for Unity Realm Cultivators. Meanwhile, the clients were all Peak Immortal Emperors, at least.

For people this strong, it was basically unimaginable to feel so much pain that they wanted to die. It just felt impossible. They wouldn't even bat an eye if someone skinned them alive.

"What would you suggest for me?" the newest client asked.

"You're a level two Star God with a Will-Aura equivalent to the level two Star God Realm. If you want a one-level increase, the chances of your death are at around 5%, and you would need to survive for 250 years. If you want a two-level increase, you would need to survive for 400 years. The chances of your death would be 30%. Three levels come to 500 years, and chances of your death are at 50%," Gravis explained.

The newest client was surprised. "How come the times get shorter and shorter? Shouldn't each tempering require more time than the previous one?"

"A mortal walking 100 kilometers will find that the last ten kilometers feel equally as hard as the previous 90 kilometers. The mortal carries the exhaustion and stress of the first 90 kilometers with them at the end. The longer you are under the torture, the more stressful it gets," Gravis explained.

"Oh, I see," the man said with a nod. "What can I get for three million God Stones?"

answered. "Keep in mind that the chances of you dying are at 30%. You might think that's not much, but by the end of it, your mind will nearly break, and you will basically lose yourself. You will become a mass

Gravis' explanation, but he also

was the very familiar feeling

was a

take the two-level increase," the

rate of above 10%, you need a Vice-Sect Master of your Sect to sign here. It's

awkwardly at the emblem. "I don't really have a Sect," he

of your aura from the Information Pavilion that says that you

squinted with discomfort. "That's like 150,000 God Stones, and

answered. "Securing my future is more important than

The man hesitated.

back later,"

Gravis nodded.

SHING!

The man teleported away.

wouldn't come

Why?

Because he had lied.

a Sect, and his master had told him that he shouldn't go to the torture chambers. In a fight, the man would still have control over his life since he could unleash his strength, but by tempering oneself with

required someone to come into life-threatening danger, which meant that the pain had to be

Battle-Strength became irrelevant. Even tenacity itself became

point, one would be confronted with their own

high chance of dying. In their irrational state, they would start questioning their goals. What was the point of going through so much

point, one wouldn't only think about themselves, but about the suffering of their loved

irrational state near the end of

surviving, while Mortis had

Stella, his children, and all of his friends,

course, after getting through that thing, Gravis couldn't believe that he had thought about killing himself. The thought was so distant from what he

in an irrational state due to all the

when they got sick or severely stressed out, had wished that they

instantly kill themselves

long process to commit suicide. Cultivators could just make their

slip-up in

him to undergo this form of tempering was that his master knew that the client didn't have much