bdsm-fiction Chapter 215 Even in this state, he still insists?
Chapter 215 Even in this state, he still insists?
Chapter 215 Even in this state, he still insists?
"The nine thousand nine hundred and thirty-one pieces..."
Takita's vision was completely dark, and he could barely make out the shape of the fragment he was holding in his hand.
As for assembling... more than twelve hours have passed, and the oxygen content in the cave, or even the chakra content in his body, is almost depleted.
Coupled with prolonged periods of intense mental and physical exertion, and with no time for eating or drinking, he was nearing the point where he could no longer continue...
Princess Ichikishima frowned, re-examining her trial. Normally... she would only set a maximum of five thousand fragments.
"Hmm... Oh well! Whatever! It's his fault for being so boring, anyway..."
The more she thought about it, the more embarrassed she became, because she was ashamed to admit that she had initially only seen the other person as a meal and hadn't taken him seriously at all.
She had naturally noticed the movement of the White Snake Immortal opening his eyes, and now she just felt... that she had misjudged him.
Thinking of this, Princess Ichikishima comforted herself again: "Anyway, it's none of my business. Even the immortals have taken a liking to him, so he can definitely pass such a simple trial, right?"
Since it's unlikely we'll actually get to eat them up, we might as well treat it as a good show.
Takita knew nothing. He didn't know how many people were in Ryuchi Cave... well, how many snakes were watching him, and he didn't care. He only had one thought: hurry, hurry!
Hang in there a little longer, even if it's just for an hour, a minute, or a second more.
Victory is within reach, just a few dozen more fragments are needed, how could we...?
His vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud, without any cushioning.
Darkness, oppression, lack of oxygen, chakra depletion, dehydration, lack of energy, physical exhaustion, excessive blood loss...
A series of negative effects were waging a battle within his body, making every minute and every second an ordeal.
He fell and could barely get up, but he didn't let go of the shards he was holding in his hand.
He could barely see anything ahead. He struggled to move his body, using his chin to propel himself forward—one centimeter, two centimeters, one foot, two feet...
Back and forth, over and over again.
He closed his eyes, his body still struggling to move, groping and trying to determine the shape of the puzzle pieces and the position of the grooves by touch...
This puzzle is simply not for humans. Even with the most efficient method, it still broke him down after tens of thousands of repeated attempts.
Just one more piece... so close!
However, he, who had hoped to be able to move, was completely unable to move. A drowsy feeling enveloped his consciousness like a fog.
In the darkness, he was like a child lost in a sea of thick fog, unable to escape no matter how hard he rowed or which direction he moved.
His chin was completely scraped, leaving a bright red mark on the ground.
The blood began to dry and congeal, but he remained motionless, his vital signs extremely weak...
"Did it fail?"
Princess Ichikishima frowned, not immediately checking on Takita's condition, nor did she try to devour him without explanation. Instead, she waited quietly, watching Takita lying motionless on the ground.
She felt a mix of emotions, a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex feeling of mixed emotions, often including regret or no
Over the years, she has seen countless test-takers and devoured countless those who gave up halfway.
Everyone who comes to Ryuchi Cave is seeking great power; they are often vicious or have evil intentions.
Of course, Ryuchi-dong doesn't care about these things. Evil or good, these are just human definitions. In Ryuchi-dong, or rather, in the natural world as a whole, eating and being eaten is the most normal law.
Without moral constraints, there is only the law of the jungle.
But... why is Takita persisting to this extent? Ichikishima-hime thinks it's not that he's afraid of death...
If someone were a coward who feared death, they would have given up long ago, started begging for mercy, and begun to regret their actions.
"Sigh...what a pity."
After observing for a long time, Princess Ichikishima confirmed that the oxygen in the cave had been completely exhausted, and the chakra fluctuations on the boy's body were also very weak and about to disappear.
With only one piece left, the boy still clenched his fist tightly, showing no intention of letting go.
He collapsed to the ground, his fate unknown. Realistically, this was a failure, and he was expected to die within a minute.
Princess Tsuratsu, standing beside the White Snake Sage, looked bewildered, unsure of the sage's intentions.
"An immortal? This... he's dying?"
Since the immortal is planning to do something and seems to care about this little guy, then why... after all, if things continue like this, the other party might really die.
The White Snake Immortal remained calm and composed, leaning back on his throne and leisurely smoking, seemingly unconcerned about everything.
Seeing this, Princess Tsurutsu had no choice but to stop asking. Since even the immortals weren't worried, why should she? But if that boy really died, such a pure human youth would just be a freebie for that brat, Princess Ichikishima...
Alas! What a pity!
She also wanted to try this rare delicacy, but the rules had already been set, and she couldn't disobey them.
Princess Ichikishima quietly appeared inside the cave and carefully observed Takita, who was lying on the ground covered in blood and looking miserable. At this moment, the boy was motionless, and his life or death was unknown.
Princess Ichikishima shook her head, then prepared to bend down to "pick up the corpse"—this kind of delicacy was best washed clean before eating...
However, just as she was about to pick up her dinner and take it with her, Takita, who had been lying motionless on the ground, suddenly twitched his fingers and then let out a strange whimper...
"what?"
Princess Ichikishima's outstretched hand and bent back froze.
This kid... is alive again?
The syllables in Takita's throat seemed to convey some unknown message, or perhaps they were just meaningless sobs, but anyway... he moved.
His hand was almost too heavy to lift, but he still tried his best, tightly clutching the last fragment, and brought it to his face...
Princess Ichikishima could hardly believe her eyes, because she saw the boy stuff the fragment directly into his mouth and then continue moving his body.
His arms hung limply, as if he had no strength at all, but he was just like... Princess Ichikishima, her eyelids twitching wildly for a moment.
The other person looked more like a snake than she did... His efforts looked really ridiculous and comical, but Princess Ichikishima couldn't laugh.
The boy continued his last unfinished action almost unconsciously, not caring that his mouth was cut by stone fragments and full of blood. His chin was a bloody mess, and his face was covered with scratches from rubbing against the ground.
His once handsome face was now a pitiful sight, his skin deathly pale, covered in blood...
"Ah... just... almost..."
The boy mumbled incoherently, clutching the last fragment in his mouth, and finally moved it to the last groove...
He bit down on the fragment, trying desperately to piece it back together—his face, forehead, teeth, even his tongue... basically, he was trying to cram the fragment into every part of his body he could still move...
Princess Ichikishima was completely speechless. She had never truly believed that a human could have much perseverance, but now... watching the boy come back to life from the dead, even though he had lost consciousness, his body was still struggling.
She was speechless, unable to laugh. No previous trial had ever given her even half the impact of this one.
Click—
A crisp sound rang out; it was the sound of the last fragment being embedded in the wall.
Rumble...
The stone gates, which had been sealed off at both ends, began to tremble and then slowly rose, signifying that the trial had been passed.