Villain's Valor: A Noble Fantasy Resurrection-Chapter 230: Worse than hell

Anthony looked around, finding himself in an open field with nothing else in sight. A sigh escaped his lips as he began to feel remorse. In front of him, a woman held a plain sword, with a bright smile on her lips and golden eyes that sparkled.

"I understand that you feel no pain when you activate your bloodline, is that correct?" the teacher asked. Anthony’s body trembled slightly, responding with a forced smile, "Yes, that’s correct."

The teacher nodded satisfactorily. "I will enjoy cutting you into pieces," she said with an innocent smile that quickly transformed into a crazed and insane expression.

Anthony couldn’t understand what he had done wrong in his life or where he had gone wrong for her to want to kill him with such vehemence. He sighed resignedly, consoling himself with the idea that he wouldn’t really die. He closed his eyes, and the darkness within his soul began to come to life, enveloping him like a frenzy.

His mana flowed through his body, his heart pounded fiercely, and his mind gradually clouded. His breathing became irregular, and the bones of his back began to move, unfolding four pairs of wings as blood seeped from his skin. His eyes lost focus, and the darkness around him unleashed like rain, igniting and filling the place with small floating dark specks of light.

Two dull horns emerged from his head, his height grew to two meters, and his skin acquired a paler tone, emanating a faint smell of death.

Athena observed with bright eyes the bloodline of her favorite student, marveling at his splendor. The aura he emitted was that of a sovereign, a proud but deranged dragon. However, the darkness that surrounded him showed no control, moving erratically around him. Everything would be perfect if it weren’t for Anthony’s eyes, completely devoid of reason, flooded only by intense murderous intent.

With a sigh, Athena swiftly moved the sword in her hand. Anthony’s body disappeared along with the darkness that surrounded him, like a receding wave. Anthony’s black sword clashed violently against Athena’s. Holding her sword with one hand, Athena made a quick movement, cleanly cutting Anthony’s arm, from which blood spurted.

However, Anthony continued his attack with his other arm, like a senseless beast. Athena sighed at the young man’s insistence and, with a single stroke, severed his head.

Looking at Anthony’s lifeless body, she looked at her sword in her hand, "Apparently, I won’t need this," she said as she plunged the sword into Anthony’s head with a smile. "Let’s do it again, let’s have a lot of fun, dear student," Athena’s smile was beautiful.

Athena clenched her fists, preparing for the confrontation. With a quick movement, she landed a direct blow to Anthony’s chest. She heard the crunch of his bones breaking under her fist, seeing his chest cave in with the impact. The young man staggered back, coughing up a mouthful of black blood, with bone fragments in it. He roared and lunged at Athena again.

She gave a small jump and kicked him in the same spot. Anthony flew away like a puppet and coughed violently, spitting out more blood from his mouth. He gasped heavily and stood up again, though his steps were slower than before. Athena disappeared from his sight and tore off his head with her hands.

Anthony’s body trembled violently as he emitted heartbreaking screams, and Athena’s clothes were stained red.

This was the fifth attempt. During these five attempts, Athena had watched with amazement the young man’s resilience. He rose again and again, regardless of the wounds, only stopping when he received an attack to the heart or head. Anthony’s determination was impressive, but she knew he would soon surrender to her power.

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Crystal couldn’t bear it anymore and looked away. She had witnessed the young dragon’s death five times, each one more harrowing than the last. The space he created was special: one day in the real world equated to thirty days in the dimension inside the door. She was inside the door as she watched the training, feeling powerless.

She couldn’t do anything; after all, it was the young dragon who had asked his friend for help. She sighed resignedly and moved her hands, watching as the young dragon stood up once more.

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In the space inside the door, 30 days passed quickly. During all that time, Anthony died more than 170 times at the hands of Athena, who did not hold back at all. On one occasion, she tore off his five limbs and left him to bleed to death. On other occasions, she directly removed his internal organs with her hands. The young dragon, unknowingly, experienced a hell of his own.

Athena was indifferent to his cries of agony and even went to the extreme of dismembering him into thousands of pieces, staining the floor with blood red. The dried blood accumulated on the ground, and Athena tried various torture techniques with Anthony’s body. One of them involved pulling out his bones from the flesh while he was alive, accompanied by rib extraction.

Athena demonstrated great imagination and enjoyed every torturous moment with her favorite student.

The days continued to pass, and Anthony began to hesitate before each attack. Despite trying to formulate strategies, he always ended up dying at the hands of Athena.

On the last day, Anthony remained still, not launching any attacks. In his eyes, which were once filled with madness, a hesitation could be perceived as he looked at Athena, who maintained a lovely smile on her face. He had finally made progress in his goal: he simply had to kill him in the worst possible ways until his will faltered enough for Anthony to take control of his body.

At that moment, Anthony’s eyes, initially full of madness, began to clear slightly, but this clarity quickly disappeared. Athena shook her head; it seemed they would need another month. However, a smile of satisfaction appeared on her face. "That’s good. I still had a few things to try," she said happily.