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A soft "crack" sounded from beneath the fat man's feet. This subtle noise was particularly clear in the stillness of the night. His heart skipped a beat, and before he could react, the stone he was standing on suddenly crumbled. With a determined thought, he tightly grasped a protruding rock above him, preventing himself from falling directly.
"Whoa, that was close!" he gasped, looking down to see a dark gaping crack appearing on what had been a smooth mountain wall, deep and bottomless. A chill emanated from the opening, carrying with it a scent of decay and dampness.
"Damn it, what's going on?" he muttered under his breath, his palms sweating from exertion. He tried to steady himself and look for a new foothold but noticed that the surrounding rock face began to tremble slightly, the once-stable stones becoming loose.
"Rumble—"
A violent shaking came from within the mountain, accompanied by the sound of falling rocks. The fat man felt as if the entire peak was quaking. An ominous premonition rose in his heart; this was definitely not a natural phenomenon but rather something ancient being triggered.
Meanwhile, at a flat area at the foot of the mountain, Hel and Pisman stood beside a magic circle glowing with a faint blue light, their expressions serious as they observed the changes in the formation.
"What’s happening? This wave is..." Pisman furrowed his brow, quickly forming hand seals to channel magical energy into the magic circle.
"It’s coming from Iron Mountain Peak," Hel replied solemnly, his sharp eagle-like eyes fixed on the center of the magic circle where an image of the fat man struggling against the mountain wall was emerging.
"It seems this kid accidentally triggered something significant," Joker Elder remarked from the side, his tone somewhat playful but with a hint of concern in his gaze.
"Iron Mountain Peak has many legends associated with it, including one about ancient mechanisms that supposedly can only be passed by those with strong mental fortitude," Joker Elder stroked his beard and continued, "It looks like our little fat man is about to face quite a test."
"Hmph, a test? More like he's seeking his own doom!" Pifu crossed his arms, speaking with disdain. However, he cast a sideways glance at the image in the magic circle, secretly feeling some worry.
In the image, the platform where the fat man stood began to tilt downward, threatening to slide him into the bottomless abyss. Gritting his teeth, he pushed off with all his strength and leaped towards an upward protruding rock.
"Get me up there!" the fat man shouted angrily, his hands gripping the edge of the rock tightly.
He exerted all his strength to climb up, his fingertips digging into the crevices of the rock, blood slowly trickling down the rough stone wall. He gritted his teeth, his legs flailing in the air as he tried to find a foothold, but he could only watch helplessly as the platform beneath him completely collapsed, turning into countless fragments that fell into the endless abyss.
"Damn it! Am I going to die here?" A wave of despair surged within him, but he quickly suppressed that emotion, determination reigniting in his eyes. "No, I can't give up! Lord Hel is still waiting for me!"
At that moment, he suddenly felt a powerful pulling force coming from above, tugging him upward. Instinctively, he looked up and saw Hel standing on a protruding rock platform above, one hand reaching out to him, palm radiating a dazzling golden light.
"Grab my hand!" Hel's voice thundered in the fat man's ears, carrying an undeniable authority.
Without a moment's hesitation, the fat man reached out desperately. Just as his fingertips were about to touch Hel's palm, an indescribable pain suddenly surged from deep within him, as if countless steel needles were piercing into his marrow, causing him to let out a cry of agony.
"Ah—"
His vision darkened, consciousness gradually fading as his body weakly fell downward.
"Not good!" Hel's expression changed; he flickered and instantly appeared below the fat man, catching him in one swift motion.
"Lord Hel..." the fat man murmured weakly, barely opening his eyes but only able to see a blur of light and shadow.
"Hold on, fat man!" Hel gently laid him down on the ground, furrowing his brow with a hint of worry in his eyes. "Your Fighting Spirit is awakening; don't resist it—guide it!"
“Fighting Spirit... Awakening?” The fat man repeated drowsily, his consciousness gradually slipping into chaos.
At this moment, beside the magic circle at the foot of the mountain, Pisman was manipulating the magic array, injecting pure magical energy into it to maintain its stability.
“This fluctuation... is a sign of the awakening of Fighting Spirit!” Pisman widened his eyes in disbelief. “But how is that possible? He’s just an ordinary person without any cultivation talent!”
“It seems this kid has a secret hidden within him that even we haven't discovered,” Joker Elder said, stroking his beard and watching with great interest as the fat man struggled in pain within the magic circle.
“Hmph, even if he awakens Fighting Spirit, without systematic training, he’s just a slightly stronger ant,” Pifu scoffed, but a hint of barely noticeable surprise flashed in his eyes.
Inside the magic circle, the fat man rolled in agony, waves of visible energy radiating from his body and sending nearby rubble flying. His skin turned bright red, veins bulging as if they might explode at any moment.
“Steady your mind, feel that power within you, guide it, control it!” Hel’s voice echoed in the fat man's ears like a guiding light, illuminating his confused consciousness.
The fat man gritted his teeth against the pain, focusing intently as he tried to sense the raging power inside him. Gradually, he felt a warm current flowing through his body; with each flow, his pain lessened.
“Now is the time, control it with your will!” Hel’s voice rang out again, tinged with urgency and anticipation.
Taking a deep breath, the fat man summoned that warm current within him and began to guide it through his body as instructed by Hel.
As time passed, the energy fluctuations around him gradually calmed down, and his skin returned to its normal color. He slowly opened his eyes, which sparkled with an unprecedented brilliance.
“I... succeeded?” The fat man felt the abundant power within him and displayed an expression of disbelief on his face.
"Very good, you did well." Hel smiled with satisfaction, patting the chubby man's shoulder. "You are now a true warrior."
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