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As Corey saw the face of the Pope before him, Corey gritted his teeth and clenched his fists so hard that soft popping sounds resounded from his fists.
A red color appeared in the sclera of Corey's eyes and his expression twisted little by little as the seconds passed.
"You're not going to say anything?
No response? No action?"
The Pope said with raised brows as he looked at Corey with raised brows and a light grin.
The Pope's eyes then moved to Corey's struggling expression and a light of realization appeared in his eyes.
"Oh, the reason you're not moving is cause you're weak.
I mean, you were too weak to save your sister, and right now, you're still too weak to act.
How do you think your sister and parents would feel about you failing them… twice."
With a mocking smile, the Pope moved to the side and gestured.
With half of his sclera becoming red, Corey who now had a more pronounced twisted expression, looked at where the Pope gestured to, and when he did, his pupils constricted way past it's limits.
Around 20m away from him were three people which he cared the most for in his heart.
Anna, his mom and his dad.
His sister and parents were some meters away from him, but the three of them had chains around their wrists, causing them to be lifted up into the air.
The source of the chains were some open mouths of the corpses on the corpse and bone hills.
Not only were Corey's sister and parents chained, on their bodies were numerous spikes that passed through their bodies.
Corey looked at his 'family' with his sclera which had become 85% red. A few seconds passed and Corey finally stopped looking down and a soft chuckle escaped his lips.
Corey shook his head while chuckling for a few seconds, causing the Pope and the Paragon Ancestor to raise his brows.
"I know this is not real and it's most likely an illusion, but…"
Corey who was speaking, paused, then he looked not at the Pope, but the Paragon Ancestor.
"Fuck you for showing me this."
Corey said with a frigid cold expression and tone as he looked at the Paragon Ancestor.
At that moment, he didn't care if the person he was cursing was one of the strongest beings in the multiverse. Nor did he care that the person could most likely end his life in an instant.
At that moment, Corey did not give a damn because he was pissed, extremely pissed off and even angry that the Paragon Ancestor would show him his family in such terrible conditions.
Assuming it was only an illusion of the Pope Corey saw, Corey would not be as pissed and angry as he currently was.
'I can feel my consciousness fading away due to the killing intent that's affecting my mind.'
Corey thought with a frown as he struggled to remain sane. He decided not to look at the Pope, is the Paragon Ancestor and his family.
Numerous thoughts went through Corey's mind as he tried to think of a way to pass the tenth step, to overcome his limits and reach the thirteenth step.
'Eh… So you're telling me that I won't pass the tenth step, that I won't gain more power?'
A soft chuckle escaped Corey's lips once again as he had this thought.
'Because I'm weak I can't stand due to this high gravity-like feeling around me.'
Corey had this thought as he tried to get up, but he could not due to the heavy feeling around him.
Corey's frown deepened when he realized this. He knew that if he wanted to have enough strength to break free from the heavy pressure around him, he needed to do something, to give in to the killing intent that was continuously increasing with every passing second.
Although he had this desire, this mad desire to give in to this killing intent and attack the Pope who was looking at him with an amused smile, Corey knew that or to be more exact, he felt that if he gave in to this killing intent, something which he would definitely not like would occur and he would lose the Paragon Ancestor's test.
Realizing this, Corey's frown deepened.
'I hate been weak.
I hate losing things, people I consider precious.
I shall not remain weak… No matter what.'
With an expression containing madness and determination, Corey did the or to be more exact, used the only method, the only skill he could think of that would help him in this situation.
'Focus!'
As soon as Corey used his talent skill, Focus, his eyes changed to that pure white and his expression became emotionless.
This was not the normal Focus which used Corey's mana and stamina,
No!
This was the Focus which used Corey's health.
This was the stage of Focus that Corey unknowingly used in the fight against the second guardian.
Apart from the negative side effects that happened to Corey when he used this stage of Focus in his fight against the second guardian, there was just one positive side effect after Corey used Focus in that stage.
Corey could now decide what type of energy he wanted to use to activate Focus.
He didn't need to start with mana, then stamina, then health.
He could decide to start with stamina, or start with mana or start with health.
And this time, Corey started with health without hesitation.
The determination, the desire to surpass his limits and become stronger was so high in Corey's heart that Corey did not care if he had to injure himself.
Meanwhile the Paragon Ancestor who had an indifferent expression throughout the test, had a change in his expression and his brows furrowed slightly.
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Corey clenched his fists tightly as he tried to control his mind from obeying the voices in his mind.
Corey inhaled and exhaled repeatedly for some seconds, and just as Corey was about to stand, the words spoken by the voices started changing repeatedly.
'I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!'
'I WANT TO KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU!'
'I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!'
'KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL!'
The voices repeatedly changed in a random manner and Corey gritted his teeth so as to not keep himself from running mad.
A low guttural groan escaped his lips and with a determined light in his eyes, he pushed himself up and took another step forward, the tenth step.
As soon as Corey took the tenth step,
Splash!
Cough
Corey fell face flat unto the blood sea which was still increasing. A splashing sound resounded from the blood sea and at the same time, Corey coughed out saliva.
The wind became much colder, the heavy feeling around him increased, the blood sea increased, but the voices…the voices, they stopped.
Corey could no longer hear the voices.
eaglesnov?1,сoМ Not even a mumble reached his ears.
'What's going on?'
Corey thought with gritted teeth as he tried to lift himself up but the pressure, the heavy feeling was just too much.
Just as Corey was trying to lift himself up, a familiar voice, a voice which he would never forget reached Corey's ears.
"Funny enough that every time we meet, you're always lying on the ground, in the same position."
With a shocked expression and constricted pupils, Corey whose head was previously down, raised his head up, the pressure surrounding his head disappeared at that instant.
"You- what are you doing here?"
With eyes filled with immense coldness and hatred, Corey questioned as he saw the familiar face of the Pope with his white hair.
Meanwhile the Pope just grinned and spoke:
"Déjà vu ain't it?"
Around two seconds passed after Corey took the first step, and just when Corey was wondering if something was actually going to happen, Corey felt his skin tingle slightly and he also felt his body getting a little bit heavier, his heart rate also increased slightly.
'Is this killing intent?'
Corey thought and for a few seconds, he stood rooted on the spot without moving with various thoughts running through his mind.
It was not until around six seconds passed that Corey finally moved.
He took the second step, and when he did, he felt the previous sensations when he took the first step, but this time around, it felt a little bit more pronounced.
Corey spent a few seconds not moving, trying to get his mind and body used to the killing intent.
A few seconds passed, then Corey took the third step.
He paused once again and after getting used to the killing intent, he took the fourth step.
Corey continued doing this for the fourth, fifth and sixth step.
For every step he took, he would pause, trying to get used to the killing intent that had become much stronger. Due to the killing intent that had become much stronger, the length of his pauses had increased.
Although the length of his pauses had increased, he had a calm expression throughout, with various thoughts running through his mind as he paused on the sixth step.
'Although I don't fully know what killing intent is, from the name, it should mean when one has the intent to kill.
But if killing intent is just one's desire to kill, shouldn't that apply only when one has the intent to kill a person or a group?
How can the Paragon Ancestor have this much killing intent?
Is it because he has killed so many people that his killing intent is this much?
Does the number of murders one has committed affect one's killing intent?'
Corey thought with a calm expression for a few seconds before he released a soft breath.
He looked around for a few seconds, then he took another step forward, the seventh step.
As soon as Corey took this step, his expression changed slightly.
The gravity surrounding his body increased so much that Corey had to use 75% of his entire strength just to keep himself upright.
The air in front of him became more red, the blood beneath his feet rippled endlessly, the faces of the corpses on the corpse and bone hills around him looked in his direction causing his skin to tingle.
As soon as the faces turned towards Corey, a cacophony of mumbles reached Corey's ears causing him to frown.
Corey looked at the faces of the corpse and bone hills which had varying expressions as they looked at him.
Some had anger, some had hatred, some had regret, some had expressions of madness and some even had infatuated expressions causing Corey to be slightly confused.
The mumbles, the blood red air and the heavy feeling that was surrounding him made Corey to feel extremely uncomfortable.
He inhaled then exhaled a few times and just like before, he waited so as to get used to this level of killing intent.
He sat down in a cross-legged position, not minding the blood he was sitting on.
He inhaled and exhaled repeatedly, expecting to get used to the killing intent but as the seconds ticked by, Corey noticed something strange.
The mumbling in his ears were becoming louder for every second that went. Not only that, the heavy feeling around him was also increasing.
'The killing intent is also increasing.'
Corey thought with a frown and he looked at the Paragon Ancestor who was looking at him with an indifferent expression as he placed his head on his clenched fi
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