RPAGF Chapter 212 The Gift
Chapter 212 The Gift
Chapter 212 The Gift
"What's going on! Was it an earthquake?"
"Such a powerful surge of magical energy!"
"Look at the ground! Something's about to crawl out!"
The stalagmites, like curved fangs, intertwined and spread out layer by layer from top to bottom, forming a pilgrimage path to the Obsidian Throne before Bren's eyes, causing his pupils to shrink suddenly.
It was too fast. These spikes were emerging so quickly that he didn't have time to react at all.
There were too many of them; their numbers were simply too great, and the area they covered was extremely wide. Even if he reacted in time, there was absolutely no way he could escape.
This seemed to be the first time Thor had shown his strength in front of everyone, but the mere sight of this scaly claw was enough to make many creatures in the arena feel a chill run down their spines.
More importantly, these earth spikes are only earth-attribute spells. What would happen if they were replaced with fire, which is the red dragon's forte?
Many creatures couldn't help but feel curious and wanted to see it for themselves, but reason was frantically sounding alarm bells—
The moment one actually sees it will likely foreshadow one's own death.
The intense emotional fluctuations transformed into spiritual energy, surging into Thor's body like rivers flowing into the sea, bringing him a surge of joy.
He looked down at the human who seemed to be frozen in place, a grin spreading across his face, and growled again.
"Fear not, human! Ascend the long steps before you, and the great red dragon will bestow upon you the reward you deserve!"
Fear? Would I be afraid?
The thunderous sound brought Brun back to his senses. The unfamiliar word made him subconsciously look down at his trembling legs.
This is a bodily instinct, a fear of creatures truly at the top of the food chain. It's like facing a tiger charging at you through a glass window; even knowing there's no danger, an ordinary person will still be gripped by fear.
The next instant, the anger rising in his heart instantly burned away this shameful emotion, and he resolutely strode up the steps in front of him.
As he drew closer to the red dragon on the throne, the terrifying aura grew increasingly heavy, like thick glue or a massive mountain, constantly hindering his progress.
For Bren, the short distance of a few hundred meters felt like climbing the highest mountain in his hometown.
Time seemed to pass in an instant, yet also in a very long time. When he finally stepped onto the steps in front of the obsidian throne, which was as wide as a plaza, his entire body was already soaked in sweat, as if he had been drenched in rain.
Immediately afterwards, a scorching heat rushed towards him, the high temperature making his skin feel tight and painful. The sweat that had just seeped out was instantly evaporated by the hot wind, leaving only pale salt stains on his skin.
Bren had imagined countless times what it would be like to face this red dragon up close.
He believed that even if he was weaker than his opponent, he would still stand tall, raise his head in a defiant manner, and let the raging fire in his heart burn eternally.
But when he actually faced it, he realized how naive his previous thoughts had been. The fierce dragon's might slammed down like a surging tide, making all life that wanted to fight feel a despair that penetrated to the bone.
Bren struggled to keep his body from collapsing and spoke in a trembling voice.
"I have seen the great red dragon and am honored to have your appreciation. May I ask what brings you here?"
Thor sat lazily in the pile of gold coins, his long tail sweeping gently behind him, making a series of crisp sounds that symbolized wealth.
He raised one of his increasingly powerful forepaws, rapidly mobilizing the magic and bloodline energy within his body, which condensed into a dark ball of light at the tip of his claw.
"I intend to select the first person in the world to whom I will share my power, bloodline, and wealth."
Your 100 victories have earned you the initial qualification. Now you have two choices: offer me your loyalty and your life, and I will grant you the power to become a legend.
Or take any item from the treasures at my feet as a reward for your victory.
The words that Thor uttered carried waves of heat, but they were far less intense than the burning passion in Bren's heart at that moment.
The power to become legendary! It is the lifelong pursuit of countless creatures, and the reason why so many are willing to pay any price for it—
Life, freedom, soul, and even family and friends.
Even some extremely evil beings, who would not hesitate to launch horrific rituals of national destruction and genocide, are merely trying to exchange this sliver of possibility with an even more powerful evil being.
At this moment, even the immense wealth beneath Thor's feet paled in comparison. Even if given all the treasure, let alone just one item, Bren would choose the former without hesitation.
"If the great red dragon can grant me the power to become a legend, I am willing to offer you eternal loyalty, even my life!"
The tall berserker knelt on one knee without hesitation, his head lowered, revealing his defenseless neck.
The resolute voice made Thor even more pleased, and he opened his mouth to let out a wild laugh.
"Very good! Remember what you said, and don't regret your decision today!"
Come! Accept the gift of my bloodline. From this day forward, you will no longer be mortal; the power to destroy everything will flow in your veins!
A ball of dark light dripped from Thor's claws, like a drop of water, and landed on Bren's head.
He only felt a faint touch, and then there was no further movement. Just as he was beginning to wonder, he heard a loud "thump".
The sound was somewhat like the beating of war drums, one after another, with the intervals getting shorter and the rhythm becoming more and more rapid.
Looking in the direction of the sound, Bren saw his bare chest, his thick pectoral muscles trembling violently, his skin flushed red from the blood.
So that was my heartbeat!
As if waking from a dream, an intense burning sensation swept through my entire body, and my stomach convulsed wildly, desperately craving food.
Pain, hunger, a tingling sensation that seeped into his bones, and the intense heat that felt like being in a furnace all blurred Brun's consciousness, leaving him with only instinct.
Under Thor's gaze, which was like molten gold, the berserker, kneeling on the ground, had his entire naked upper body covered with dense, protruding veins, like a fishing net tightly wrapping around him.
Those brown eyes, which had remained calm even in their rage, were now completely stained red with blood, and saliva was dripping from the corners of their mouths, turning them into a beast that only knew how to eat.
I'm still a bit weak. My body isn't strong enough, and my will isn't firm enough. I really don't know if I can survive the first round of transformation.
Let's give him another hand. Prepare enough food and water for him. If he survives, he'll be lucky; if he doesn't, we can't blame him.
To gain from others.
After all, the power has already been given; it was his own fault for not being able to control it, so who can he blame?
While pondering, Thor flicked his tail somewhat boredly and roared loudly.
"Guards! Take this guy away and give him plenty of food and water. The cost will be offset by his weapons!"
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