As soon as his words fell, the old man’s voice boomed from all directions, making Darius feel like his ears were going to go deaf. “I hear you, but you can’t deny the result would be the same if I were to employ another method, right?”

Darius stiffened; his face was starting to turn grey from the lack of oxygen, and his vision was blurry. However, he remained on his feet despite his wavering body. He’d never realized how hard it was to hold on and stay strong.

He tried to look around again, but his actions only made him use his oxygen faster. Finally, he stopped breathing. The old man sighed. “You were destined to die, especially because of your obstinacy.”

Unbeknownst to him, Darius hadn’t actually died. On the contrary, he seemed to have been transported to another world. Everything there was shrouded in darkness, and he could feel strong gusts of wind billowing around him.

He raised an eyebrow—this was his first time seeing something like this. He wanted to stand up but felt