Tale of a Hedonistic wizard-Chapter 263: The mysterious power within

The flame deity entering Jaegar's consciousness hovered in midair, its flame burning fiercely with great intensity and power. His eyes darted here and there around the dark space.

Suddenly, a shimmering mist of gold materialized out of thin air, coalescing around the Flame Deity in a radiant embrace. The deity's fiery form flickered and writhed within the confines of the golden mist, its movements growing increasingly agitated as it struggled against the ethereal bonds that held it captive.

"Let go of me! What is this? No! What the—no! Leave me!" The deity's desperate cries echoed through the cavernous expanse as the golden mist tightened its grip, enveloping the deity in its luminous embrace.

Gradually, the deity's protests grew muffled as the mist encased it completely, leaving it suspended in midair within the darkened void.

"No! Leave me, just leave me!"

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The deity's inhumane screams echoed in the dark space, and the golden mist around the flames acted more profusely; it was like the mist had its own consciousness.

Arrhghhh!

The golden mist contracted around the flame, trying to eat the whole flame and making it wither and tremble under its might. That deity tried to escape the grasp of the golden mist, which seemed relentless in attacking him, but it couldn't.

"There's been a mistake. NO!!" Soon, the flame deity's screams subsided.

Deity let out a sigh, the golden mist slowly spreading around the flame.

"What did I get myself into?" The Flame Deity's voice rang out in resignation as it found itself ensnared within the confines of the golden mist. Despite its godly power, it now found itself at the mercy of forces beyond its control.

Within Jaegar's mind, the Flame Deity's voice reverberated with a mixture of frustration and resignation. "Stop screaming, you idiot," it admonished, its tone tinged with exasperation.

Gritting his teeth against the searing pain that engulfed him, Jaegar retorted defiantly, "Then come bathe in this lava, and you'll know how fucking painful it is."

The Flame Deity's voice softened with remorse as it spoke again, its words laden with regret. "Sorry, kid. I didn't know you were related to him. If I had known, I wouldn't have even touched you."

Jaegar's anger flared at the deity's apology, his voice filled with anguish and desperation. "Fuck your sorry! Get me out of this damn lava! I can't even feel my legs or body! Everything is fucking burning in here!"

Jaegar's surroundings blurred in a haze of orange radiance, his vision obscured by the intense heat emanating from the molten elixir that engulfed him. The Flame Deity's voice pierced through the fiery tumult, its tone a mixture of exasperation and reluctant concern.

"Kid, you can't talk to me like that," the deity chided, his sigh echoing in the cavernous expanse. "It's not lava you're submerged in. It's a rare elixir used for refining the body structure. Stop screaming and sit in posture, and I'll help you. Not that I have any choice in the matter," the last words he muttered to himself, hovering in the midspace inside Jaegar's consciousness.

As the Flame Deity spoke, its fiery form flickered within the confines of the golden mist, a silent testament to its newfound predicament. Trapped within the mist, the deity had realized the gravity of its folly in antagonising one with ties to the chaotic powers of the universe.

In the world of gods and deities, the omnipotent force of chaos was revered and feared in equal measure, and those with even the slightest connection to its boundless might commanded respect and deference. The deity found out that Jaegar was related to the Chaos god through the golden mist.

For invading Jaegar's consciousness and attempting to take over Jaegar's body, it was given the task of helping Jaegar.

Jaegar, as it turned out, was one such individual—a child of chaos, his lineage entwined with the very essence of creation and destruction. The Flame Deity understood all too well the consequences of defying one touched by chaos; to disobey would mean annihilation, a fate sealed by the unyielding power of the chaotic forces that governed the cosmos.

The pool in which Jaegar found himself submerged was no ordinary lava pit—it was a forge furnace, a relic of ancient times when demigods forged their bodies within its fiery depths to attain unparalleled strength and resilience.

As Jaegar struggled against the searing pain that engulfed him, he unknowingly lay within the crucible of divine creation, his very essence poised to undergo a transformation wrought by the flames of the gods themselves.

As the red elixir seeped into Jaegar's body, an agonizing transformation began to unfold within him. The once-painful burns now intensified as the elixir worked its way through his bones, igniting a fiery inferno within his very core. Jaegar's screams echoed through the cavernous chamber, each cry a testament to the excruciating ordeal he endured.

The red-orange-coloured elixir, like a relentless tide, crept along his bones, turning them a fiery hue of red and black as they underwent the process of refinement. Despite the unbearable pain that wracked his body, Jaegar gritted his teeth and endured, his willpower eclipsing the bounds of mortal endurance.

Jaegar listened to the flame deity's words, and he understood that he had no choice but to listen to the voice for now. The pain he was experiencing now was unlike anything he had experienced until now.

Observing Jaegar's resilience, the Flame Deity marvelled at the young man's tenacity. Never before had it encountered a mortal capable of withstanding the torturous effects of the elixir for such an extended duration. Most who dared to immerse themselves in its fiery depths would flee within minutes, unable to endure the searing agony that accompanied the transformation. Enjoy new adventures from novelbuddy.com

Initially, when the Flame Deity laid eyes on Jaegar, it harboured sinister intentions, envisioning the young man's body as a vessel to be commandeered and his soul to be consumed. Yet, as Jaegar endured the crucible of transformation, the deity found itself humbled by the mortal's sheer determination and resilience.