READ NOVEL ONLINE Chapter 8: It's Hurts
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As the vision shifted again
Kael realised , he was not seeing this vision as third person perspective. He was kael himself
As he found himself around fourteen years old, moving through a dimly lit, empty street.
"Screech"
Suddenly, a sleek black car stops in front of him
"Click"
Before he could react, the doors swung open, and nearly ten men leapt out.
Their movements were swift, coordinated, and relentless.
"Thud"
In an instant, they closed in on him, forcing him to the ground, rough hands pinning him down as blows rained over his body.
The last thing he saw before darkness took over was a gloved fist coming towards his face.
When Kael's eyes fluttered open, he was seated in a dimly lit, windowless room, the air thick with a stale, metallic smell.
Heavy iron chains bound his wrists and ankles, cold and unyielding, bolted to the chair that held him in place.
A dull ache pulsed through his body, but he forced himself to stay alert, eyes scanning the darkened corners of the room.
Shadows stretched around him, offering no hint of escape.
The faint click of a door echoed, and a man stepped into the room, his face partially obscured by shadows.
He approached with a cold, clinical gaze, a chilling smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
The man looked Kael up and down, eyes lingering with an unnerving intensity.
"What a fine specimen you've turned out to be," he said with a quiet, almost appreciative tone.
"Handsome boy." His voice was low and unsettling, each word laced with a promise of something sinister.
He paused, glancing down at a clipboard before muttering to himself.
"Let's begin with Test 3," he announced, his voice as cold as the room around them.
The words held an ominous weight, leaving Kael's heart pounding with a mixture of dread and defiance.
Days blurred together as Kael endured countless tests.
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"Test 5.....
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"Test 107....
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Weeks turned into months, his spirit tested in a ceaseless cycle of pain and resilience
Physical trials pushed his body to its breaking point, while mental exercises strained his mind beyond reason.
He lost track of time, only aware that each "test" brought him closer to the edge of what he could endure.
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"Test 231.....
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Kael sat motionless in the chair, his mind barely clinging to consciousness as he struggled to keep his thoughts coherent.
The silence in the room was thick.
Then, suddenly, he heard a loud sound
"clang"
As the heavy door to the room began to creak open, grinding against its hinges with a metallic groan that sent a shiver through him.
"Thud... thud... thud...
Footsteps approached, each one deliberate and weighted, like the calm before a storm.
Kael forced himself to look up, his vision blurred, just in time to see a figure stride through the doorway.
The man's emerald green eyes locked onto the torturer who had made Kael's life a living nightmare.
Without a single word, the figure lunged forward,
"Crack..!
His fist connecting with the torturer's face.
The impact echoed in the room, a sound of pure, raw force, and the torturer stumbled back, clutching his face in shock.
"Crack....!
Another punch struck him in the gut, doubling him over with a strangled gasp.
The assailant's blows were relentless, each one landing with the sound of flesh hitting flesh, an unstoppable rhythm that left the torturer helpless against the onslaught.
"Thud! Crack!"
Another punch to the jaw, snapping the man's head to the side, followed by a vicious uppercut that sent him sprawling back against the wall.
Blood trickled down his face, his eyes wide with panic as he looked up at his attacker.
Kael watched, his heart pounding with a mix of awe and relief.
Just as his vision began to blur, his heavy eyelids sinking, he caught a final glimpse of his tormentor crumpled on the floor, the emerald-eyed man towering over him like a silent retribution.
Kael's head drooped, and darkness swallowed him, his last thought a faint, desperate hope
'I'm finally... safe.'
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As the vision shifted again
Kael found himself disoriented, now observing from a third-person perspective.
He looked down at his younger self, lying battered and bruised, barely recognizable under the layers of torment.
Frustration simmered in him. Who the fuck is shifting these visions?
Why am I forced to feel every ounce of pain all over again? he thought, a mix of anger and helplessness swirling inside him.
The door opened once more, and Kael recognized the man who had saved him before.
He watched as the man approached his unconscious form, his expression softened with a strange tenderness Kael hadn't expected.
"You'll be okay, Kael," he said softly, and hearing his own name made Kael's heart lurch.
How does he know my name?
Without hesitation, the man reached out, his hand hovering over Kael's battered body.
A warm, strange energy radiated from his palm, shimmering like threads of light, weaving around unconscious Kael with a soothing hum.
The energy seeped into his skin.
As the man guided his energy through Kael's broken form, he murmured words that left Kael stunned.
"I know you're connected to the Great Being, my dear child."
"The Great Being?" What's this i never read about this in the novel. And ...
"my dear child?"
Is he my father? ,as from Kael memories telling me that his father was dead.
Caught between disbelief and curiosity, Kael watched, trying to deduce what was unfolding in front of him.
This man, this stranger with the emerald green eyes and black hairs, seemed to hold answers to mysteries Kael hadn't even known to question.