Shang waited in front of the Isolation Chamber for a while.

Even for him, entering wasn't easy.

He had trained inside the Isolation Chamber three times before, and all three times had been terrifying.

"One month, 24 days, six hours," Shang said.

The Sweeper took a deep breath.

That was three hours more than last time.

Shang had nearly died last time.

"I understand," the Sweeper said.

She wanted to convince Shang not to do something like that. If he didn't stop, he would one day die to his insane training.

However, she remembered how Shang had coldly brushed off her concern earlier, and she decided not to say anything.

Shang approached the Isolation Chamber and stopped near its entrance.

His heart was racing, and his entire being was screaming at him not to enter.

It didn't show on the outside, but deep inside, Shang was terrified.

He was in deep fear.

Eventually, he took a shaky breath and entered.

Then, he sat down in the middle of the Isolation Chamber.

"Do it," he said.

The Sweeper's expression wasn't visible beneath her black cloak, but she was also anxious.

She had gotten to know Shang quite a bit over the past couple of years, and in some sense, she had a lot of respect for his willpower.

She didn't want to see Shang die.

Nevertheless, it was his decision.

The Sweeper only took a deep breath and closed the entrance.

From the outside, it looked like a black plate appeared at the entrance of the huge black cube, which then fused with the walls.

Lastly, the Sweeper activated a couple of Magic Circles, one of which was a reminder to get Shang out.

Then, she only sat down and waited beside the black cube.

Inside the cube, Shang was sitting in silence.

Funnily enough, after the door had actually been closed, Shang's fear and anxiety calmed down somewhat.

There was no way out anymore.

No Mana and no Spirit Sense could exit the Isolation Chamber.

Some of the Magic Circles absorbed all shaking of the Isolation Chamber and kept it in place.

Shang couldn't destroy the Isolation Chamber, and since it was made of Entropy Ore, Shang couldn't even use his Entropy ability to break out. Entropy Ore was immune to the powers of Entropy.

Shang was stuck.

No matter what he did, he would remain in this Isolation Chamber for one month, 24 days, and six hours.

didn't move at

his mind

entered a deep

And so, time passed.

two days, all the Mana inside the Isolation Chamber was used

very thing that

without Mana was like being underwater as a

was as important for Shang as

Earth as he was now, he would die

amount of energy necessary for Shang's body to keep operating was unreal, and only Mana could

moment, the only Mana that Shang could feel was the Mana inside

all the Mana vanished, Shang's body

the Mana stored in secondary locations had vanished. These were locations like skin, hair, and

Shang's body would consume the Mana

moment, Shang felt like he was

a plastic bag taped around their head. There was still gas in the bag, but the person knew that all the

a cold

last couple of times he had been in here, Shang was reminded of the time in Jerald's garden when he had landed on his back and couldn't breathe for

two sensations

this time, the feeling would hold on for infinitely

Shang's mind had extreme difficulties

NEED MANA! I NEED- just

a constant battle with

but the feeling of approaching death was so overwhelming that

I'm dying!

was so

It was horrifying.

here! Why did I decide to come

on the outside, Shang seemed

to die! I don't want to die! I don't want to die! Just stay calm. Just wait. As long

was like

sensation of drowning would keep persisting for more than a

about suicide more than

It was too much.

just wanted it to

always somehow managed to

state, Shang

days of constant

Mana inside Shang's Beast Core and Mana Pathways had been used

was when the

order to keep producing life energy, Shang's body was turning

like skin, muscles, and bone were being turned to Mana for Shang's organs and

BANG!

against the

"Get me out!"

"Get me out!"

all this hitting, kicking, and punching wouldn't accomplish anything, but his body was essentially moving on

was screeching in

He was dying!

He was dying!

He was dying!

out! Get

"Help!"

"I'm sorry!"

arms broke as his flesh

no longer

whatever came to

whatever

nails

breaking apart and digging

squelch of bloody flesh

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