Cultivation Fever 39 Torture

"Over here."

His voice came from beside me; its demonic rumble sending cold shivers down my spine. Instinctively I flooded my arms with qi and cowered to protect myself.

"Pathetic."

A thunderous punch slammed into my ribcage, crumpling my body and sending me skidding across the floor.

For a few seconds, I felt nothing, my body stuck in terrifying antic.i.p.ation. Then, it came.

A surge of agony burning like lava, tearing my body into molten shards. I gasped, and a lancing pain shot into my side, stopping my breath.

"You're big for your age. It's a shame that you're so… soft."

Panic set in as my breathing became short, shallow and panicked. Only one thought filled my mind.

Run.

I crawled pathetically to the door, arms flailing on the smooth granite. It wasn't that far away! I could escape! I could get out of here!

"Running's not an option, Schwarz."

In an instant, he was in front of me. His golden arms grabbed me by the wrists and hung me in the air like a pig for the slaughter. Tai drew his fist back and lifted one knee up high.

He stamped on the floor with a reverberating crack, lunged forwards, then crushed my innards with a devastating punch. My body swung from his arms as I seized up and retched.

"Disgusting."

Another hammering blow struck my side, cracking my ribs. My whole body screamed in pain as I was tenderised like a slab of meat. But no sound escaped my lips.

I couldn't breathe. I couldn't speak. I couldn't cry. A sickening lull of acceptance washed over me. I would die here.

"Useless."

Another blow came, cracking my sternum. But to my ravaged senses, it was only a dull thud.

Time slipped away as the punches rained down. My mind retracted, and I became distant, like a stranger to my own body.

I was so arrogant, thinking I could become a fighter. I was never a fighter in my past life - when the going got tough, I just gave up.

I had fooled myself into believing something had changed. That somehow, I was a different person. But really, Tai was right. I was pathetic. I was useless. I was weak.

Real hardship? I had never felt that. Any pain or struggle was self-imposed. Maybe mother was right too. I could have lived an easy life working in the village.

Was this what Sirius wanted? To show me that, no matter the world, I was just a waste of a person?

I languished in apathy and self-deprecation, waiting for the torture to be over. Whether I lived or died was no longer up to me. My actions would change nothing.

I expected to find relief in this acceptance. But a strange, uncomfortable feeling squirmed under the surface. A persistent restlessness that wouldn't let me be at peace.

That restlessness... I hadn't felt it for years - not since I came to this world. It was the feeling that let me know I was betraying myself. A feeling that told me I was doing something wrong.

What desire had set me on this path? What had sent me into an eight-year cultivation frenzy? These had been the most productive eight years of my life… but why?

Was it that I dreamed of cultivation? No, that wasn't quite it. Of course, the fantasy was incredible, but when dreams become reality, they tend to disappoint.

My drive wasn't fantasy. It was the quest for power. The quest for approval, for recognition, for a chance to show people what I could be.

I hated the weak side of me that just wanted to give up. For too long, I had let that side control my life. But there was another side to me. The side that held contempt for what I had become.

It was the side that strived for meaning. The side that knew I could do something with my life. I had ignored it for so long that it had withered and almost died.

But it was still there. It was the side of me that could find happiness.

If I just lay here, I wouldn't be able to live with myself. I would go back down into the hole that Sirius pulled me out of.

It was time to change.

My mind raced for options. I was trapped by an overwhelming force, hanging on the verge of death. Was there even a way out?

I ran through the situation in an instant. My body was battered to a pulp and I only had 100 qi left. Thankfully, I had somehow separated my mind and body, so I could at least think clearly.

My punching technique was incomplete. All I really had was the Qi Manifestation technique. But that took hours to pull off before, could I use it now?

"Stay with me now, Schwarz. We've got a long way to go."

Tai's voice was foggy, and I felt my thoughts slow down. The physical damage was catching up to me. There was no time to wait.

I had used it twice before, and there was no time to lose. I went for it.

I remembered the feeling. The feeling of being one, being part of the unit. The hunger, the desire to consume…

No! That wasn't it. I wasn't a mere cog in the machine. I was the commander. The leader of the horde. I knew their intentions, their desires. I knew what it was like to be one of them, but that wasn't my limit.

I siphoned off half my qi, sent it to my wrist and returned to my body. The pain was intense, but I grimaced through it. Opening my eyes, I stared Tai down.

"Ha! What's that look?"

In a hoa.r.s.e, cracking voice, I cursed him.

"f.u.c.k you Tai."

Qi poured from my wrist, twisting like a vine around his golden arm. Tai recoiled on instinct, dropping me and jumping back. I collapsed to the ground, like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

"You surprise me Schwarz! Perhaps this will be fun after all!"

I struggled to one knee with all the strength. Broken ribs buried deeper with each movement, but I had to stand.

One limb at a time, I pushed myself up. Staggering to my feet, I stood hunched over, head buried in my neck. My arms hung limp; my right arm twisted backwards.

I knew exactly what to do. I could sense my qi waiting for an order. Under my breath, I gave the command.

"Consume."

The vine twitched, then lay still again.

"Even your technique is useless," Tai laughed.

Fury filled my chest, and I screamed against the pain,

"CONSUME!"

The vine erupted into a squirming web of tentacles, coiling around Tai's body.

"What the f.u.c.k?"

Tai's confusion swiftly morphed to panic, as the tentacles disappeared into his golden arms.

"What did you do?!"

His arms spasmed, flailing in the air, then fell slack by his side.

"My Arms of Asura… why aren't they moving?"

A hint of fear snuck into his voice, which almost made me chuckle. They weren't his anymore. They were mine. Raising my one working hand, I saw his golden arm twitch.

"Hm," Tai steeled his eyes before me, "you think I needed these?"

He lowered his stance and dashed toward me, but this time was different. With a flick of my wrist, his own golden arm whirled around and smashed him in the face.

Tai's whole body spun, his head whipped back, and he was slammed to the floor. Was he down? I could barely stay conscious to see.

But Tai was unfazed, and he kicked himself into the air, landing in a crouch.

"Now, this is fun! You should have done this from the start!"

I could barely hear what he said, because something horrific overcame my senses. My blood began to boil, searing through my veins, as if needles were eviscerating my flesh.

Suddenly, a huge force slammed into my back. My bones creaked under the weight; knees almost buckling. Through gritted teeth and scrunched eyes, I saw confusion on Tai's face.

Confusion? Why was Tai confused? And this unG.o.dly agony… then it clicked. This pain wasn't his doing. This was a breakthrough.