The Bored Immortal

With bulging eyes, Mevron saw the Spirit Guardian raise his arm towards his building. It didn't strike him at first, but then he realized what was going on.

And as expected, to his horror, he saw a glowing red fruit shooting out from his building and then shot towards the Spirit Guardian till it perfectly stopped itself in his hand.

The Spirit Guardian closely looked at the Fruit of Youth, taking a few moments as if he appreciated its beauty and purity, but nobody knew for sure.

After having his fruit almost stolen, Mevron, who was an avid collector of all sorts of treasures, had used a special storage artifact to hide away the Fruit of Youth. That storage artifact supposedly stores any item in another dimension so that nobody can get their hands on anything stored inside without him personally taking the items out.

But now, it was as if the Spirit Guardian summoned the fruit to come to him...just like that.

How could this be possible? Was this the power of a deity?!

And to his shock, the Fruit of Youth disappeared into thin air as the Spirit Guardian lowered his arm.

But Mevron didn't have the luxury to think anything as the Spirit Guardian's dark golden eyes looked at him, making his blood tremble without rest.

Those eyes made him feel as if this entity could see the entire universe in his eyes and had experienced whatever the universe had to offer.

"Forgive us...Forgive us...Forgive us..." Orgaz was still prostrated on the dusty ground, mumbling like a mad man.

Mevron felt his heart fall when the Spirit Guardian placed his hand on his shoulder. At that moment, Mevron felt like his soul was getting crushed under the weight of his hand, making him realize how small and insignificant he was. He no longer felt like a dragon...but a worm that unfortunately ended up near the feet of a dragon.

If anybody had seen the esteemed Champion of the Winter Dragon race shivering like this, they would wonder if the world was coming to an end.

Mevron's teeth were chattering uncontrollably as he managed to cough out some words, "A-Ancient One...I-AAH!!!" Before Mevron could even finish his sentence, the Spirit Guardian disappeared into thin air along with Mevron.

However, even after they were gone, Orgaz was still raving on, not daring to get up.

Meanwhile, in the depths of the Lulling River, Viktor finally felt the headache get better as he slowly pulled himself up and leaned against the walls. But still, his head was feeling so heavy that he could barely wade through the water, so he decided to rest against the walls.

He couldn't understand what had just happened, but he could still feel something throbbing in his head.

But what made him worried was that Yannah was still motionless like a statue, floating in the same spot, her mouth still open as if she was in the middle of saying something.

He looked around and saw that not only the sirens but even the small fishes and all sorts of aquatic beings were remaining still in the water as if frozen in time.

Nobody revealed themselves, and so he couldn't even tell if this was even some kind of attack. It just seemed too weird. But the heaviness in his head was making him sleepy, and he dozed off before he knew it.

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The blizzards were as harsh and cruel as ever in the Coldstorm of Hell. But suddenly, the blizzard cleared up as if it was scared away by the presence of someone it can't dare to touch.

As soon as the blizzard cleared up, one could only see the dark heavy clouds covering the skies.

However, the only thing anybody would notice were the two men high up in the air. One of them was a mysterious and tall entity in heavy armor, and in his right hand, there was another man dangling by his collar, dressed in grand robes, his expression shivering in pure terror.

"Please...Please...no...I beg you to forgive my sins! I will never do it again!" Mevron desperately cried out as he found himself floating into the air, away from the Spirit Guardian.

Even though nothing had happened yet, he could feel in his bones...he could feel what his fate was going to be.

The coldness in this region was the least of his concerns at this moment.

The Spirit Guardian was still maintaining his silence as he looked at him without the slightest emotion in his eyes. There was no anger, no resentment, no hatred...there was absolutely no feeling at all. It was as empty as it could be, making it even harder for Mevron to tell if he was even angry in the first place.

But suddenly, the Spirit Guardian closed his hand into a fist, and Mevron gritted his teeth as he realized that his blood was running amok within his body, not listening to him at all.

"AAARGHHH!!!"

His body began to elongate and deform as a tail and claws began to grow from his body. He was physically transforming into his dragon form very slowly, making the process absolutely painful as he could feel his bones getting stretched while his organs were shifting their places.

But the shocking thing was that he was not the one doing this, but the Spirit Guardian was forcibly making him transform like this.

This was extremely humiliating since it made it feel like his own bloodline was looking down on him by not listening to him.

After what seemed like an eternity, Mevron was finally able to let out a sigh of relief as he transformed into his thirty-meter-long dragon form.

But as expected, his nightmare was not over as he saw the Spirit Guardian conjuring a giant cross of ice from up the icy ground till the cross was large enough to reach his head.

"No...no..." Mevron mumbled in horror and despair as he found that his long dragon legs were coming together while his wings and arms were being stretched to the sides.

But the Spirit Guardian continued what he was doing before pushing his hand against the air.

"NOOO!!!!" Mevron roared in terror as he found his body getting fixed to the cross by giant sharp icicles cutting through the flesh of his hands and his feet, firmly gluing his body to the cross.