Rise Of Destruction - Chapter 8

Amon could see how the fiery red particles of energy were passing through his energy channels. His body was becoming hotter and he was sweating buckets but the weird thing is that he felt pleasure.

As if his spirit was soaring higher, the heat made him feel better. From his pores, a black excrement was flowing as more energy paths were opening in his body.

He could feel he was becoming ‘powerful’ even though he could feel that he was sweating too much. His body fat was burning very fast that he had to stop.

‘I wasn’t even in the cave…I feel like i need to enter it!’ Amon undressed and picked the torn robes of a corpse close to him, covering his lower body. After that, he walked barefooted on the hot coals.

Strangely his feet did not burn or receive any kinds of damage. Around Amon’s body, a red halo could be seen. He soon reached Tony Montana’s statue and sat close to it to practice.

Hours passed and Amon’s body was now skinny and his undeveloped muscles could be seen. Drops of sweat would appear on his body only to be evaporated in the following second. Amon was currently observing the energy flow in his energy paths.

The fiery red energy was flowing through his newly opened and old energy paths, towards his core. His core was now half blue and half fiery red and Amon was wondering why was the blue taking over.

The energy which he could now absorb and make his own was in much higher quantity and quality than before. This was due to his location and cultivation method.

It still wasn’t enough though. There was still a lot of energy being dissipated. Around 10 per cent was absorbed in his core while the rest of the energy would dissipate and temper his body in the process.

Looking at the blue lights in his core, Amon decided to probe it with his consciousness. As soon he did that, he felt hot, very hot! The heat was immense but after feeling a bit headache he started to adapt and soon this heat was ‘normal’ to him.

For six hours he had gained a lot, his cultivation was in the middle of the second level of the Initial Stage. There was a blue and partly red ring with the width of peas grain, around the ring. Another ring with a width of seven hairs was forming.

Amon was woken up from his state of cultivating and with reddened eyes looked at his surroundings. He was still in the flame cave but his vision was blanking bit by bit. Beastly hunger was assaulting him and Amon had no choice but to surrender himself to his instinct.

Dragging his skinny body towards the room in which he kept the food that he had brought, Amon soon reached the bag with fruits. With ease, he tore a melon in pieces and ate everything. This wasn’t even worthy as an appetizer as he soon started eating every fruit he had stored.

Soon, everything was eaten but it wasn’t enough. Amon wrapped another set of ragged robes as his old clothes wouldn’t fit him anymore and climbed the rope. Arriving at the top, he saw that the night was at its peak.

In the dark, the skinny boy’s eyes were like torches giving him a creepy look. Amon was hungry and didn’t spend time enjoying the night as he ran to the closest tree. Climbing up, he would pick up a fruit and eat in the span of 10 seconds.

After he finally satisfied his hunger, Amon jumped in the lake. He was still covered in dark excrement and food from his savage way of eating. While washing up he would swallow a large amount of water.

Finally, he was satisfied and jumped back in his underground basement with a big branch of fruits. Leaving the branch in the hall he went to his sleeping place which consisted of a few quilts from his bag. He fell asleep as soon as he lay on the quilt.

His newly gained features could be seen now that he was sleeping. Although his face looked skinny, his skin was now smoother. Except for the increase in his magic level, there was an increase in his physical strength.

Losing weight didn’t certainly mean becoming weak in terms of physical power, at least in this world filled with magic.

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Waking up Amon directly took the branch he had brought with himself and started working on it. After a few hours, he finally made a wooden spear. Climbing up with one hand, Amon jumped in the lake with a spear in hand and would often stab the water.

He was trying to fish with his spear but the fishes were agile in water while he wasn’t. Bit by bit he managed to stab a few fishes and was soon afterwards grilling them on the fire he had made. These fishes were oily and had exactly what he needed in order for him to gain weight.

He discovered that there were fishes in the lake yesterday when he was bathing. After finishing his late breakfast, Amon entered the Flame Cave and decided to practice.

Yesterday he had made one additional discovery, as the cave got more heated, the instructions under the arts started to reveal themselves. Sadly he had no paper to write them down.

Looking at the skill on the wall, Amon started practising it. [Fiery Claw] was a skill that allowed one to penetrate or claw someone with your hand, fingers more precisely. Skills could be practised to three levels: Initial, Profound, Final. The higher the level you have achieved in a skill, the stronger the effect would be. The skill which Amon was practising was rated as a Late Profound, from the Profound Stage of Magic.

Of course, he was still behind even achieving the level of Initial as he had just begun practising, but he would sometimes leave a red blur as his hands moved faster when he applied energy.

His days were meant to be spent in training and months passed. During this time Amon was lucky to find papers in the living areas of the monkeys he had killed. He wrote some skills down and continued practising underground. The changes in his temper and body were visible.