After [Thunder King] left, outside the second Resurrection Point.
Bang!!
A dull collision of flesh and bone suddenly thundered behind the desolate slope of rubble.
[Tom Pie]'s entire right fist buried itself deep in the hard, weathered rock. Gray-black deathlight spilled between his knuckles, flickering wildly like uncontrolled electrical sparks. It held for barely half a second before collapsing into nothing with a crisp pop like a bursting bubble.
"Fuck..."
He curled into a ball, pressing his forehead hard against the iron-cold rock face.
His empty stomach felt as though a raging fire burned deep inside it, while the muscles of his entire right arm were rigid and searing hot, as if cast from iron. Bulging veins intertwined with black scales, and even his pinky spasmed violently beyond his control.
Another collapse.
On the tactical holographic screen before him, recordings of top players from various guilds breaking through to Tier Three remained frozen at the final moment of success. The players in those images threw up their arms and roared, golden light soaring skyward while congratulatory messages flooded the guild channel.
[Tom Pie] rubbed his twitching cheek and looked down at his useless right hand, vicious fury swelling in his eyes.
"Success, my ass! Go back to the fucking beginning!!"
He swept those flashy show-off videos into the trash and opened the dozens of practice clips he had recorded over the past few days.
On his first attempt, the moment nirvana energy surged along his spine and past his right shoulder, the claws on his right hand instinctively spread wide, his fingers clawing madly at the air.
On the second, he gritted his teeth and forcibly restrained his limbs. He finally managed to push the nirvana energy through his chest, only for his mind to fill instantly with horrific visions