Chapter 105 - Breaking what is already Broken

Jean, even though he was gone crazy, still has the capability to make simple thoughts.

In that moment, the only question he had was "Why?".

What happened in that moment?

Who killed him?

Who is the one who trapped him there?

When will he get out?

There wasn't any such question in his mind, just "Why?"

What did he do to get so hated that he needs to be thrown in this hell?

He still wished to find the answer…

The promise with Xiao Lingxi? He didn't even remember anymore who she even was…

Why?

Why?

Why?

WHY?!

THAT IS THE THING THAT KEPT HIM TO THE WAY OF HOPE!!

FUCK PROMISES!!

FUCK FRIENDS!!

FUCK HIS OWN LIFE!!

BUT WHY!?

*Crack!*

His Nahemah cracked…

It seems that not even the Demon King was able to hold the dark soul inside him…

The vessel of his despair was killed countless times, trying to pass the 99th wave…

...That the cause of his death was his will breaking in half…

Half of the Demonic Blade fell in the ground, and so did Jean.

He blinked once, and the blade was once again completely new, and he was still alive… 

He also committed suicide countless times… He even used a Nine Circles of Hell Pellet, but somehow his own soul was restored to normality, as if time rewinded…

Holding his broadsword, he gazed in the black sky with white clouds over his head…

He changed once again, he isn't insane anymore…

...He got worse…

He is "EMPTY".

"Tyrant Ruler: Nahemah."

His voice was emotionless, this wasn't at the level of being nihilistic, this is the voice of someone who forgot everything.

The only thing that is pushing him forward is that "Why", if it wasn't for that, then he would even have stopped living...

More human statues came forth…

10… 15… 20… 25… 30…

He continued to surpass his record for each wave, until he reached the 99th Wave.

He had no mind to think...

He had no will to break…

He had no voice to cry suffering…

He was no different from a living corpse.

"Jean… Please turn back…"

From inside the Sky Poison Pearl, Jasmine lost the tears for Jean long time ago… She can just hope that everything was a dream and that once she wakes up, Jean will start talking about… His "Throne"? His Sect Banner? His Lightcycle? Anything…

She was alone for more than a month now, she didn't know the time, but it was at least that long.

This in itself was an actual torture for her.

At least with her big brother, she knew that he was gone for good.

But Jean was alive and healthy… At the same time "Jean" was dead.

Every time she woke up from her sleep, she would just hope to have her jokingly disciple back to her.

She saw him fighting on par against 5 human statues, they came from the 99th wave so their power was much greater than the others, it was actually at the 4th Sovereign Profound Realm, no wonder Jean kept dying back then, unless he unleashed his "Special" Sword then he can't win.

But this time, not only did he dodge their attempt to instantly kill him, but he even cut in half his dark throne. The fragments of the throne attached themselves to the weapon and formed a 5 meter long abyssal-like sword.

"Final Sword: Paverschlev."

The single-edged massive black sword fully formed, now that Jean wasn't crazy anymore, he had many more ways to take on his mind instead of just swinging his sword around.

The massive sword charged with black energy, before it was unleashed in a 360° swing around himself. The sword wave created afterwards was so strong that reduced those statues in ashes.

The timer was at 30 seconds, and Jean just waited there, the only sound that could be heard came from his breath and his heart.

The massive sword never disappeared, remaining on his right hand as if it was a feather.

When the countdown reached 0, there was a small earthquake before a crack opened in the middle of the arena.

From there, an overwhelming aura came out, causing Jean to shield himself with the sword.

When the pressure on himself vanished, Jean removed his Paverschlev from his range of vision, and saw only a single figure…

If he kills that, he will get out… He was so near to the end…

*CRACK!!*

...But also so far away from the end…

His skull cracked open just with the force of the human statue's suppressing aura alone… It was incredible that such power existed.

"...7th Sovereign Profound Realm…"

Jasmine, from the Sky Poison Pearl, just lost even the small bit of hope inside her.

This wasn't something a simple evolution can overcome…

Jean was still just a 2nd Emperor Profound Cultivator, it was actually a miracle his peak power could reach the late 5th Sovereign Profound Realm. But this sort of opponent can't be beaten from Jean… 

However, something strange happened. This time there wasn't any timer, there was just the lone figure with a terrifyingly long scythe on its hands.

Jean directly respawned at the 100th wave.

The first thing he did was unleashing Paverschlev against that figure. But the human statue just changed the direction of the attack with a single backhand before he cut Jean in half.

And so it began again… Something started to slowly fill his empty body..

Little by little…

What once was a body without a mind to think, it turned into a body who was thinking about methods to defeat the human statue.

What once was a body without a will to break, it turned into a body who was pushed forward thanks to the determination to achieve victory.

What once was a body without a voice to cry suffering, it turned into a body who kept screaming, trying to uselessly push his limits.

This situation could be summarized in a single phrase.

[An insane person going insane.]

Even Jasmine was amazed at the unique situation in front of her.

It was as if the Jean that got insane was beaten and tortured so many times it was actually slowly bring his original personality back.

Even if Jean might not remember her, she was happy for such a development…

...Maybe the situation of being just steps away from the exit of this hell actually brought Jean back to his original self.

It was as if the pillars of a house's foundation were reduced so badly that they still supported the house, as a pile of dust.

if you break a mountain in half, it isn't a mountain anymore. But if you reduced it to dust, it remains a mountain anyway.

This was how Jean was now...

However, even so, he still didn't beard her voice, no matter how many times she shouted.