[Ding! You have entered a legacy trial. Do you wish to participate in the trial?]

Damon stared at the notification. His instincts were correct. He was indeed near some sort of opportunity. Legacy trials were not common treasure chests, and each legacy trial had the potential to grant something massive and life-changing, like the Venom King's legacy.

Though he doubted if this would be at the same level as the Venom King's legacy, it had to be something powerful. Masters who had only reached a certain milestone in their path would care to leave a legacy behind.

Even if the legacy itself was not related to him, he could still obtain valuable items or other recipes, or equipment from it.

Damon gritted his teeth. This sucked ass. He could not move from the spot because of the curse. And this legacy was right in front of him. On the other hand…

A trial might be the one chance he needed. As a bonus, maybe if he accepted the trial, he would be teleported inside the trial area. There was only one way to know. To jump in and see for himself.

He immediately accepted the system notification and waited. However, nothing happened. Even after a few seconds, nothing happened at all. Then another system notification appeared.

[Ding! To participate in the trial, enter the trial area.]

Damon sighed. It looked like he wouldn't be able to take the easy way out this time. "Fuck!" He threw a rock at the wall around him and watched it scatter into stones. He let out another deep breath and doubled back down on trying to figure out his soul and get a sense for the thing.

A couple of hours passed by, and then some more passed. His shadow clone was not able to proceed further and returned to him. Goldy was also unable to proceed further and returned to him. In the meantime, Damon had made absolutely zero progress.

He clutched his head in frustration. In another couple of hours or even in a few minutes, the world was once again going to shift, and he was going to miss such a big opportunity that was dangling right in front of him.

He was also going to lose the blood hall battle and end up getting fucked over. That wouldn't be the end. They had planned so much in advance. A curse like this would have cost resources. They wouldn't stop until they saw blood.

They were probably going to kill Mark and Kate and all of his followers, or even worse. Considering what he had done and how he had killed their teammates repeatedly, again and again, they would also be plotting to do something similar.

He had started this fight, and now his friends and maybe even his family were going to pay for it. "Shit. Fuck. I am fucking useless." Damon clenched his hand so tightly that blood dripped. Goldy hurriedly buzzed over and happily drank his blood, letting out another burp, but Damon was not in the mood to be amused by it.

All his thoughts were with Kate and Mark, and his family. Thanks to his uselessness, they would be forced to go through unimaginable pain. Damon still vividly remembered the pain he had felt when his own soul had cracked and almost exploded. He never wanted his family and his friends to go through something like that.

"What the hell am I supposed to do now?" He punched the cavern floor he was sitting on. Even after several attempts, he was going nowhere. Doing the same thing was not going to give him any results.

He punched the floor again and again and again, more blood leaking out of his fist. His shadow clone looked at him without any emotion, and Goldy was just happy to drink every drop of blood that came out of his body. Damon did not care. He continued punching the ground. Then suddenly he stopped.

Determination shone in his eyes, which pretty much looked like madness. He finally had an idea. A better idea. An idea that had more than a 50% chance of working out. And for it to work, he only needed to do one thing.

He needed to feel that pain again.

Without hesitation, Damon reached for his primordial mana core. He focused completely, wrapping his mind around the core. He could clearly see the six sigils around the core. The sixth one was already broken, but traces of it still remained.

There was a small crack in the fifth one, but nothing more. It was thanks to these runes that his body, mind, and soul were currently able to handle his primordial mana core. If these runes were broken before he could strengthen all three of them to a sufficient extent, then he would simply explode and cease to exist.

He would be destroyed by the very thing that made him overpowered.

Damon grit his teeth and reached for the fifth sigil. Almost instantly, a voice sounded in his mind. "Don't do it. My God expended the last wisp of energy he had left in this world to help you. Do not do it, you foolish brute. Don't you dare go against my God's will."

Damon laughed, his voice sounding maniacal. "Shut the fuck up, bitch."

He then, without hesitation, reached for the fifth sigil. The moment his consciousness brushed the rune, pain exploded through him. It felt like suddenly every part of him was pulled and stretched. He screamed. Blood spattered the stone from his mouth, but he did not stop.

He tried to focus through the pain. Or rather, he tried to sense where the pain was originating from. Not his body, not his mind, but from somewhere deep within him. There was not a lot of time. In the blink of an eye, the fifth sigil was already starting to show signs of cracking.

First, there was only one crack. Now one more appeared. The pain doubled and then shot through the roof. Even for the single crack, it felt like the torture increased a hundredfold.

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