Talentless Extra Of The Legendary Hero Academy-Chapter 173: White

Julius adjusted his glasses and spoke first. "There is nothing more to say. I am going to do it, as much as Severin himself is going to participate in it."

Severin raised his brows, but he didn’t say anything else. He merely shrugged.

Derrick frowned and glared. "Don’t think I’m going to miss this opportunity while you grow even stronger, Severin. You’ve done it once before, but not now!"

Celia shrugged and slammed her fists together. "If I’m going to use my fists, then you can put me in that thing."

Serena nodded firmly. "I’m going to do it."

Ethan also nodded. "Alright."

Miret turned to Severin. "Okay. You can just find any casket to climb in. It’s all the same anyway."

Julius made sure all the caskets they would use were close to each other.

From his place, Severin saw the way Julius’s hands trembled slightly as he smiled. So, he wasn’t that unaffected after all.

He studied the others as well. They were all nervous, but they played it off by putting on expressionless faces.

Severin frowned slightly. ’..can I put my trust in anyone like they are doing? What exactly did they see that they trust me this much..?..’

Severin quickly shook his head. ’..I must remember that they are only pawns..tools that I found to make my survival easier in this world...’

"Severin, you should go last," Ethan said. Then he quickly added, "You are the one that knows the guy, Miret. In case something happens, you can deal with it."

The others nodded in agreement as they climbed into the caskets. They didn’t lie down, they just sat up.

Severin nodded. "You can relax. I am here."

’...nothing will happen to my tools while I’m here...’

With a deep breath, they slowly lay down. Immediately their eyes closed as if a higher force had clamped down on their eyes. Light of various degrees flashed around their caskets.

Severin noticed that the light all had different degrees of brightness to them. Some were flashy and some were blinding.

Miret noticed his gaze. "That light signifies the caskets adjusting the training level. Those with brighter light would have it much tougher compared to others.

But then again, it’s really how you look at it."

He looked at his team members, their closed eyes twitching, and he ignored Miret as he went to one of the caskets to lie down in as well. He didn’t immediately lie down because he didn’t trust Miret one bit.

The only thing he trusted was that the man wanted his bones. He would have tried killing Severin if not for that fact.

Miret stepped closer. "How do you gain such loyal subordinates? It’s hard to see their kind every day."

Severin Reignhart ignored him once again. "I know where your bones are."

Miret grimaced. "Enough! I get it. You know where my bones are. Nothing will happen to you guys unless it happens in the Etherion space.

And I will really hate it if you die since you know where my fucking bones are."

Severin stared at him. "Thank you for your cooperation."

And then he lay down in the casket.

His eyes closed immediately.

A low glow surrounded the caskets, growing stronger by the second, and then it filled the room with so much brightness that Miret was forced to close his eyes.

When the light faded, Miret could only stare in shock. "What is this? I’ve never seen... Severin Reignhart. What are you?"

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The air was very cold.

And Celia hated the cold.

Maybe because it was against her fire powers or because it reminded her so much of the worst of her childhood. Either way, she hated it.

And now she had been in the cold for so long that the hair on her body had frozen and broken off. Her eyelashes were long gone, and her eyes were in constant threat of turning into small cubes.

She didn’t know where she was.

And to be very honest, she didn’t much care.

She was becoming numb. Maybe it was the cold or because she’d been alone for a long time now. What surrounded her was whiteness and ice blocks that jutted from the ground like small mountains.

The last thing she remembered before she came to the world of ice and cold was lying back into the casket and everything turning blank.

Then she opened her eyes and everything was white and cold.

The only thing that gave her warmth was something that was imprinted into her mind.

A technique.

She didn’t know the name. She only knew that it was there in her mind, branded as if with coal.

She knew the application.

It came with pain.

She should... just keep punching the ice blocks.

And that was all she had been doing since she arrived.

Punching and punching.

Until blisters formed in her hand, blood frozen. Healed, punched again and again. Healed again.

In there, she had no need for food or rest. She didn’t feel the need, but she felt the pain.

The only time she stopped punching was when the ice blocks broke or her hand turned into such a mess that she couldn’t do much with it.

So she would pause and wait for it to heal.

And then start to punch again.

And again.

A vicious circle.

Her bones would shatter, the blood smearing on the ice.

She didn’t know how long she punched, but suddenly she stopped moving and stared at her hand.

"The... first part is done?" she spoke aloud for the first time, and her voice was thick with misuse, rough and strange to her ears, as if she was speaking in a language she couldn’t understand.

She frowned.

The words in her mind had changed again.

Celia clenched her fist and it created a rumbling, snapping sound.

She straightened and then took some steps back. She lifted her hand and then she threw a punch.

Crack!

Her punch snapped in the air with a cracking sound, creating a ripple in the air that spread forward.

Celia smiled. Improvements.

She was only too happy to take another step.

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