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Chapter 339: Beating Oneself... Is Da Way?
Chapter 339: Beating Oneself... Is Da Way?
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BLING!
[Ding! You have further refined your 'Immortal's Resilience' Immortal Physique. As a result, it has reached the 'Absolute Peak White Immortal Tier']
[Ding! Your Battle Power has progressed from the 'Grade 1 Half-Immortal Realm (Limit)' to the 'Grade 2 Half-Immortal Realm (Initial)']
'Ahhh, finally some real progress…'
Quite satisfied with his results so far, Azmodeus concealed his improvement in strength and continued to take the repeated beatings of the crazy b*tch.
After a few more minutes of watching her toy 'squirm' and 'writhe' in pain, Yan Jie left the cell with a crooked grin. With the echoing steps of both her and her guards acting as the signal, Azmodeus suddenly got up off the ground and wiped the look of pain off his face.
[Ding! You have further refined your 'Immortal's Resilience' Immortal Physique. As a result, it has reached the Orange Tier from the White Tier.]
[Ding! Immortal's Resilience has reached the 'Low-Orange Tier']
[Ding! Your Battle Power has improved to the 'Grade 2 Half-Immortal Realm (Early)]
Feeling a wave of power wash over his body, Azmodeus got up and walked over to his bench. After which, he wasted no time and went back to beating the sh*t out of himself…
Wham!
Kuk!
Wham!
Kuk!
Once again, the sound of flesh hitting flesh and blood splattering resounded through the enclosed walls of the underground prison area.
Time ceaselessly passed for the Immortals living in Everveil, and before long, they all seemed to forget about the man who mysteriously appeared outside the Eldest Princess's chambers.
However, those deep into the kingdom's internal affairs kept the matter of the 'Special Prisoner' in the back of their minds. This event, like many that came before, reminded the high officials and servants of the cruelty of their young princess.
Every few days, she would take an evening stroll into the secret underground dungeons, and on those days, the servants could swear that they heard faint cries of pain echo throughout the Royal Castle…
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'Four weeks… It has been exactly one month since I arrived in the Immortal Realm. So far, my strength has tremendously improved, and my system interface looks something like…'
BLING!
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{[Infinite Evolution System]}
[Host: Azmodeus]
[Race: 2nd Order Loot God - 0.01% Nourishment]
[Lifespan: Inapplicable/Infinite]
[Cultivation: Grade 1 Half-Immortal (Initial)]
[Battle Power: Grade 4 Half-Immortal (Peak)]
[Immortal Power: 0.5]]
[Evolution Essence Bank: 0.1 Immortal Evolution Essence]
{[Assimilated Evolution Traits/Qualities]}
[Cultivation Talent: White Tier Immortal (Initial)]
[Spiritual Roots: Crystallized Embryo] (Rank: ???)
[Singularity Coalescence: White Tier Immortal (Initial)]
{[Immortal Physiques:]}
[Immortal's Resilience: Late-Orange Tier]
{[Immortal Lines:]}
[White Tier Loot Lines: 1]
{[Loot Halos:]}
[Red Tier Loot Halos: 1]
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"Even after all this time, my Immortal Power has yet to cross over into the single digits…" Slightly disappointed, Azmodeus shook his head as he clenched and unclenched his bloody fists.
Ooom…
Feeling the trace amounts of Immortal Energy flowing through his veins, he figured he had become as strong as your average adult in this world. Skipping over the status of child, Azmodeus was definitely getting up there in power, albeit rather slowly…
Though if any other Immortal citizen read his thoughts of progressing 'slowly,' they would surely bart-simpson choke him to death before blowing their brains out.
Thankfully, Azmdodes was trapped in a hollow prison, so there was no chance that his thoughts could accidentally slip out of his mouth. Instead, the only thing falling out of his mouth was more and more golden blood…
Wham!
Kuk!
Wham!
Kuk!
While beating himself up during his free time, he patiently waited for the generous princess to come to pay him a visit, where she would also beat him up.
All in all, Azmodeus's new favorite pastime was getting the sh*t beaten out of him. Though no 'accidents' have occurred, who knew when the devil might slip up and let out a deuce…
As time passed like a flowing river, the Kingdom of Everveil went on like usual. No wars sprouted up, and the agricultural aspects of the kingdom were flourishing.
However, in the confines of a cell that they created, a true monster was being beaten and forged in their blood, sweat, and tears…
Two years had passed since Azmodeus arrived in the Immortal World. During that time, he refined his Immortal's Resilience Physique without breaking even the slightest bit. Because of his unmatched mindset to strive and evolve, his body adapted, and his power skyrocketed!
His Immortal's Resilience just ranked up into the Green Tier; as for his Battle Power…
BLING!
[Ding! Through the constant refinements of your physical body, your Battle Power has reached the 'Grade 7 Half-Immortal Realm (Middle)']
"About as strong as the average Immortal Village Warrior in this Kingdom…" Softly murmuring to himself in a hoarse voice, the long-term side effects of not drinking any Immortal Water were beginning to rear their heads.
Just like Immortal Food, a low-level Immortal also needed Immortal Water if they wished to prevent going crazy before ultimately dying.
"By my calculations, I have approximately 10 years before my body can no longer keep up with the lack of Immortal Energy-filled nutrients… For Immortals, such a period of time is likely just a drop in the ocean. But for me, every second is valuable."
It felt like just about every night, he would receive a b*tch as his one and only visitor. During their time together, his immortal physique improved by leaps and bounds. But if he were being honest, he wished there was more than just her hitting him…
"Well, regardless of my slow rate of advancement, I feel that getting Immortal's Resilience to the Yellow Rank should be enough to get me to the peak of the Half-Immortal Realm. From there, I can work on chipping away at the window bars."
As he glanced at the sharp metal piece he kept hidden inside his cell, Azmodeus was already thinking of escaping the old-fashioned way. Except instead of a spoon, he had his bare hands and a piece of metal!
He also had the |Scythe Slash|, which had somehow integrated into the core of his existence. But he doubted whether it would be any help at this point in time.
Already having a plan set in place, Azmodeus resumed his daily routine, which almost entirely consisted of beating the stuffing out of himself…
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